Meanwhile Ethan and Beauty
She bent towards his dick, fascination overcoming her natural inhibitions and as her face neared the smooth flesh, it seemed somehow less inanimate, alive. She pondered reaching out to it, and her fingers twitched, She was curious to see his dick grow, but she was hesitant because she was afraid of awakening it, so instead she watched and waited, breathlessly willing it to rouse of its own volition.
She looked around with a smile dancing on her lips, she knew already that the tiny room was empty, yet somehow the thought which she was contemplating demanded that she check around to Satisfy herself, Ethan wondered what she was doing, she doesn’t like having sex in the open so she’s always security conscious of She is in the club. She went back when she’s satisfied. She focused again on his cock. She half expected it to withdraw at any moment, perhaps the Ethan would get bored of waiting; she stood quietly, and hitching her dress up around her waist, she slipped her knickers down and kicked them into a corner. She sat back down onto the chaise longue and reclined with her legs parted – one stretched horizontally along the furniture and the other bent at the knee, foot resting on the ground, her fingers found her clitoris, wet already, nestled beneath her trimmed thatch of pubic hair and gently she began its slow, circuitous masturbation.
She sat forward, moving along the chaise lounge until she perched, buttocks resting on the narrow end furthest from the upraised backrest. Legs astride, she held her moist cleft open with the index and ring fingers of her left hand, whilst her middle finger dipped between the soft folds and probed the tight opening of hee vagina, dipping into its warm wetness to the knuckle. With her right hand, she slipped the straps of her dress off my shoulders, exposing her braless breasts and she cupped one, squeezing it gently before turning her attention to a sensitive nipple. With even closer scrutiny, she inspected the Ethan cock, which still dangled from the hole in the wall, now less than two inches from her face. Thick and dark, with his scrotum hidden on the other side of the hole, his prick resembled a chocolate torpedo, smooth but for two veins which ran down his impressive length to within inches of a bulbous pink head.
Her heart was beating heavily, and she realised suddenly that she was holding her breath. She exhaled breathily without thinking and his cock twitched as the warm air contacted.
“Shit.” She cursed silently. But this time she did not retreat. His swelling prick held her gaze hypnotically and she abandoned her breast, her hand reaching out, almost of its own volition, slowly, shaking slightly as her extended fingers touched the soft flesh. The cock responded immediately. It swelled first, the thick veins pulsing as blood was forced into the stiffening member until it began to rise, slowly, but quickening as she stroked it gently. At full attention, she could finally marvel at its size. It was few inches shorter than Nate dick, but its girth was enormous and she was unable to fully close her fist as she wrapped her fingers about the thick shaft. With one hand, she continued to finger her pussy, but her other hand now worked on Ethan cock, gliding up and down his length as he slowly wanked him.
At first, she tried to justify what she was doing. It’s only a massage after all.
For what seemed a blissful eternity, her head bobbed over his prick, the thick shaft sliding easily between her lips, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes closed and her breasts hanging heavily whilst burst after burst of pleasure radiated from her swollen clitoris, and arced through her body like hot sparks, leaping from a welders torch. Her orgasm loomed, threatening to explode with a force which, her lust fogged consciousness wondered if she would withstand. Yet it teetered on the edge, always imminent but always out of reach, until bliss became torment, an offer of ecstasy but with impossible terms. Her fingers raced, rubbing furiously at her wanton pussy as though determination alone would bring on the flood, but her orgasm remained aloof.
She pressed her fingers deep between her legs, opening up her soaking hole and forcing them inside, two, then three – forcing them into herself with almost disjointed posture and then withdrawing them and plunging them in again with frantic voracity, but still her satisfaction was denied. Her hunger burned, screaming to be satiated but it was too deep, her fingers not up to the job, Ethan watched with a smirk, he decided not to do anything until she ask for it. She ached to be filled and through the stupor, a simple primordial instinct was driving her with ever growing insistence, doggedly demanding her submission to the final taboo, what she needed right now was this boyfriend cock to fill her sodden hole.
She decided to dipped her head onto his cock for a final time, feeling it prod at her throat, before withdrawing it slowly, deliberately, until only the tip rested between her pursed lips, long enough for her tongue to sweep around the swollen bulb, tasting the salty deposits which had dribbled from the end. Maintaining hee grip with one hand, as though fearful it would disappear should she let go, she dragged the chaise lounge into position beneath the hole and clambered onto it, on all fours, head towards the upraised backrest, her arm stretched behind her, holding his shaft, guiding it towards herself as she backed towards him, her bottom raised.
As she neared the wall, his cock pressed at last against her wet lips, tantalisingly close, and with a final shuffle backwards she felt the bulbous tip penetrate her, her pussy already open, willing him inside. Despite this, as she pushed back against him, his enormous girth stretched her gaping pussy further as he entered her. She moved onto him slowly, deliberately, savouring the fullness of his cock, aware that the gap between the hole in the wall and hee own hole was several inches and she worried that he would not be able to enter her fully. She doesn’t have worried though, as her buttocks reached the wall, pressing against it, hee pussy was filled to capacity and even as a contented moan escaped her mouth, she wondered with awe how she always accommodate him, were it not for the barrier between them…
She didn’t have time to marvel for long though. From the other side of the wall, Ethan had withdrawn his prick for the first time, and with a powerful thrust he drove it back into her, forcing it deeper by almost an inch. With a gasp, she arched her back, a brilliant flash blinded her vision as her breasts swayed ponderously and potent waves of gratification exploded from deep within her. Again he withdrew, and then again he thrust home, eliciting more guttural sounds from her as her arms buckled and she collapsed head first into the soft leather.
With just hee slender backside raised to receive his thrusts, she steadied herself as the stranger settled into a rhythmic cycle of withdrawal and plunge, withdrawal and plunge. Over and over his thick shaft entered her, stretching her wide open, diving into her wet warmth as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her and a delirious haze of euphoric sensations promised to overwhelm her.
His pace quickened now, each thrust entering her with mechanical vigour; his delicious appendage apparently no longer driven by his own engine, but by powerful and elementary forces outside of him, but acting upon him; like a runaway locomotive on a downhill track in the relentless grip of gravity.
Her climax, whichh before had been like the insistent waters of a swollen river building threateningly behind its dam, no longer threatened; instead, she could feel the fissures spreading through that barrier like cracks in a windshield, so violently that its collapse was imminent; the flood inevitable. With animalistic instinct, sge mustered the last of her strength and prepared to meet his charge, forcing her ass flat against the wall, even as her muscles threatened to give out entirely, until with inalienable consistency the thrust came, and with it her orgasm broke.
Her body, numb and vibrant at once, shuddered with the conflicting sensations as innumerable electrical pulses radiated throughout her like seismic waves, colliding and interfering with one another as her nervous system buckled beneath the sensory overload, even as burning lances of heat exploded within her womb. She cried out as the tremendous surge flooded through her; her flesh quivered and deep inside her, her convulsing vagina clamped powerfully around Ethan cock, milking the thick appendage until it too convulsed and erupted within her, the enormous head swelling and then bursting like an overripe fruit, spewing his molten seed into her and eliciting more cries of ecstasy as orgasm came on top of orgasm, ending only when he withdrew his prick for the final time.