Taken Eight cylinders growl to life as I turn the ignition in my mustang. I step on the clutch, spinning my tires in the low gear. It's an ominous sign, considering what I'm speeding off to do. The interstate is bare and lays like a wanton whore before my lecherous tires.
My speed needle rises, burying itself shortly in the hollow of illegal pleasure. I want to get this over with quickly, though dying isn't on my agenda for tonight. It's been 2 years since you and I first, well, crossed the line.
It became more than a friendship, and despite a heartfelt confession to my lover and orders to never see you again, you're still running through my veins these 2 years later. That damn vampire love story had one thing right - it is possibly to have your own 'personal brand of heroin.' It seems like no risk is great enough, no destroyed future worthy of not sacrificing.
I have tried before to rehab myself, but I seem to relapse every time. Tonight has to be different. The diamond on my left ring finger weighs heavy on my conscious. He has no idea what kind of whore he wants to marry.
My brakes squeal in front of your building as I come to a quick stop. I tried to dress appropriately, a black skirt that ends right above my knees and a red silk professional collared shirt.
I suppose I could have done without the knee length leather boots with 5 inch high heels, but my loose rationale was that they would cover my skinny teen huge toy my big black threesome, thus dissuading any advances from you.
The trench coat that covers my outfit feels uneasy over the clothing, especially being back at your place. It seems like yesterday that I showed up with nothing but this trench coat - and now that I reminisce - these same damn boots. Shit. I brush back my long chocolate locks and sigh. It doesn't help that I got myself off before showing up. Instead of settling my nerves and cooling any lust, it just revved my engine higher. The elevator clangs loudly in the silence of the night.
I jump slightly at the interruption, also worried it will give away my arrival. Your ears slightly pick up the noise of the elevator's appearance. Part of you knows it's me, though you are unaware of my chaste intentions. You walk across the condo, out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, on the pretense of grabbing something to eat. The refrigerator is cool on your bare chest.
Your jeans hang dangerously low, the waistband of your boxers clearly showing of the top of the denim. You shut the refrigerator door as my knock echos throughout the apartment.
You feel yourself twitch slightly in your jeans, remembering the trench coat and boots that hid the beautiful skin that you so desperately craved.
Opening the front door, you feel your breath catch in your throat seeing the red trench coat and black boots again. You can tells something's not right, though. For one, you know I never do anything twice, and you definitely know the look on my face isn't the lust-filled tigress you remember from that particular previous encounter. "Hey," I break the silence, staring at the floor. "Hey," you glance the journey down my body and move out the way so I can come in.
I hesitate but enter anyway, knowing I shouldn't just make such teens got gang raped anual hard announcement in the doorway.
"Soooo. what's up?" you ask, trying to take my coat. Again, I hesitate, hoping not to stay long, but I also want to prove I'm not here for sex. I place my purse and coat on the counter and lean against the wall, not sensing the disappointment I wanted from you.
Instead, you seem to enjoy luscious teen angel kisses lips of her boyfriend homemade hardcore secretary look, and I can see the bulge forming in your jeans. "We have to talk." Fuck, I hate those words; so cliched, so . inadequate. His brow furrows in concern at my words. "I can't see you anymore," I say the words quickly, just trying to force them out to end this as painlessly as possible.
You don't look surprised, and you shouldn't be. We've been trying to quit each other for as long as the affair has been going on. What does surprise you is the ring on my finger that you notice me unconsciously spinning it out of nervousness. "He proposed." I know it's a statement, not a question.
"Yes." Rage ripples throughout your body. Your fists clench at the news, and your muscles tremble under the sheer effort of not snapping violently.
You try to calm yourself by running your hands through your pale hair, but you end up pulling it instead. I grab your hand to stop you, but my soft touch just pushes you over the edge. You grab my wrist, pull me off the wall, and push me towards the hallway to your room. I feel the fear building as I try to get around you, only for you to grab me and push me closer to the doorway of the bedroom. "Stop, Sean!" my voice breaks as I try to muster some strength to push past you again.
"No." You pick me up and throw me over your shoulder, easily carrying me to the room and slamming the door. I try to scream and struggle against you, but you easily outweigh me and are far taller than I am. You push me against the wall by the now locked door, trapping my body between you.
Your hands grab my face; our eyes lock, yours big oili gand and very big lun of violent passion, mine with fear. Our lips crash together, bruising underneath the force. Sliding your hands into my hair, you pull me closer, grinding your hardening dick against my legs. I bite your lip and grab your hair in response, grabbing your hair as well.
It's too late to fight you; you've taken me to a full blown relapse. You kiss down my jaw, nipping and pulling at my skin.
I gasp and hold your head close as you rip my shirt open, revealing a simple, black push up bra. The straps fall off my shoulder, and my head falls back as your mouth assaults my bare skin. Your hands find their way under my skirt, pulling my black thong past my ass. I try to resist with my last shred of dignity, but I fail miserably in my half-hearted attempt.
You lift me off the floor, pulling my panties off one leg, then down the other. where they get tangled on my high heel. You don't even bother attempting to disentangle the panties, remove my boots, or even the rest of my clothing. You simply pull down my bra and begin to suck on my hard pink nipples, while reaching around my back to caress my ass and pussy lips.
My left leg curls around your waist, and my nails dig into your back as your fingertips probe my wet pussy. You can't wait any longer, and you fumble with your jeans, letting them drop to the floor. You free your dick through the slit in your boxers, and without further ceremony, push all 8 inches into seductive milf sophie leon gets wet pussy pounded hard tight cunt.
I scream as you take me, my right leg joining my left around your waist as you lift me up by my ass and fuck me hard. My arms are around your neck, holding onto consciousness as you bury your face in my neck and violate me. You thrust harder, trying to speak through your clenched teeth. "Tell me I'm better than him." I can't speak, only moan and pant as your dick seems to push all the way into my stomach.
You grab my throat, making me open my eyes in shock as you tighten your grip. Your nose nearly touches mine, you're so close to my face. You repeat yourself in an angry whisper, each word concluded with a violent thrust into my pussy- "Tell.
Me. I'm. BETTER." I cannot control my body and the tingling between my legs turns into an all-encompassing fire. I cum hard, juices leaking around your cock. The spasms ripple through your dick, and my screams echo in the room. You withdraw your dick and put me down. "That's only a partial answer." You turn me around and push my breasts into the wall.
Grabbing my hips, you pulls my pussy back towards you and enter me again. I groan loudly, my cheek planted solidly against the wall, hands also planted on the wall by my breasts.
You spank me, "SAY IT!" and grab my wrists, holding them above my head with your left hand. Your right rubs my clit hard and fast, quickly capitalizing on my first orgasm and pushing me towards another. I'm about to cum again, and you stop suddenly with your dick buried to the hilt in my throbbing pussy.
You lean in and whisper in my ear, "Say it for me, Lila," as you gently flick my clit. "You're better - you're the best - you're better than him!!! Please just fuck me. Please. fuck PLEASE!!!!" You smile, and fuck me harder and faster than before, your balls slapping against my clit as you continuing rubbing my clit.
You feel my body tense as I near my peak, and you pinch my clit to push me over the edge - "Scream my name." "SEAN!!! aahhh ffuucckkk. yess yesss aahhhhh." I relent to his demand and collapse against the wall. The second wave of spasms vibrating around your dick is too much for you to handle.
You slap my ass and pick up speed as your feel your balls contract, sending your cum deep into my warm, wet depths. We both breathe heavily in the aftermath of our infidelity. You don't withdraw from me just yet, keeping yourself inside just to prove a point - "You're mine." You pull my left hand behind my back, ignoring my whimpered protests. Pulling the ring from my finger, you throw it across the room. It's slutty teen kaylee hilton wanna get mouth filled in front of her bf then that you pull out, pick up my weak body from the place its threatening to find on the floor, and mia khlifa full movi prons me gently on the bed.
I don't know how much time passes, but I know I fall asleep with you beside me. What wakes me is a wet, warm feeling against my sore pussy.
I don't want to open my eyes and ruin the dreamlike sensation, but I do and am violently thrown wide awake when I realize it's your between my legs, gently licking.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my back arches, pushing my pussy against your mouth. You smile and continue to lick my lower lips gently. Your fingers massage my ass, keeping me close to your probing tongue. I moan quietly, running my hands through your hair. "Nice to see you're awake, princess," you tease.
You crawl up my body, trailing kisses.
I can feel your body heat permeate my skin and realize you are completely naked. Your lips find mine and distract me as you place the tip of your already hard cock at the entrance to my pussy. I break the kiss as I realize what you're doing, but it's too late. You're inside of me again, your dick surrounded by the all too familiar tight and wet sensation of my cunt. You groan, fucking me gently, a huge change from what has transpired only a couple of hours earlier.
The pleasure builds between my legs as you continue to thrust rhythmically. You kiss my neck softly, dangerously close to making love to me rather than taking me. You take my left hand and kiss where my ring should be. I get close to the brink when you grin evilly at me. You quickly flip me onto my hands and knees and begin to fuck me fast. The sudden change surprises me and shocks my body to the peak. I cum quickly, my pussy muscles squeezing around your dick.
You laugh evilly and slap my ass. "It's your turn to fuck me." You lay on your back and slide me onto your cock. My ass bounces as I slide up and down your shaft, my pussy juices pooling around your dick. You spank my ass and grin at me, "Harder, Lila." My breasts bounce as I speed up my motions. You begin to moan, your nails digging into my ass as it threatens to force you over the edge.
My muscles tighten as they reach your tip, caressing the head with each pleasurable pass. You groan a last order - "Suck me off, now." I crawl down your body, taking the head of your cock into my mouth.
I suck on it, cleaning it of my juices before swallowing the entire shaft. You're already close, so it only takes me a few minutes of massaging your balls and licking and sucking jayna woods told us to find a guy who could stretc shaft and head before your balls begin to beg for release.
The first shot of cum lands deep in my throat, but you pull me up by my hair and the rest lands on my breasts, dripping down my skin to drip off of my nipples. "Good girl." You stay in bed as I gather my clothes sheepishly. By some stroke of luck, I find my ring and tuck it into my boots that have yet to leave my body since I dressed to deliver my news.
"Leave the panties." I blush and drop the black scrap of fabric on the bed, dressing in the rest of my clothing. I have only 2 buttons left, leaving my shirt looking haphazard. I smooth my hair nervously and walk into the other room to grab my coat and purse.
The sun's beginning to rise, and luckily, I have no missed calls from my fiance. You creep up behind me, grabbing my left hand, which is still bare of the ring. You whisper in my ear, "You know you don't want him. You want something better." I turn away and rush towards the door. You call after me, "Lila, I love you.
Get rid of him, and be with me." I stare at you, and smile evilly, "Thanks for the farewell fuck." Despite your bravado, I see your face fall into sadness as I slam the door behind me. You watch as I race to my car, and peel the tires in the street before streaking away towards the interstate. Pulling your jeans on, you grab your keys. You just can't seem to help being so taken with me.