The Living Room

In the dark. In the living room. They kiss briefly, but it's a hot, needy kiss. He suggests she kiss that way a bit lower. Even as she slowly descends to her knees, his hands are at his zipper. His pants slide down to just above the knee and his rather large cock is suddenly in her warm, wet mouth. She sucks him eagerly, using her tongue under the head of his penis.

He groans, but keeps still, relishing the tease of relinquishing control. After a few seconds, he hears a quiet noise above the subtle sucking and heavy breathing. A quick glance down reveals that her right hand has slid up her own smooth thigh and is now supplying her cunt with two fingers. He quietly tells to her to stand and turn around - he cannot wait anymore.

Although she is reluctant to remove him from her mouth, she stands hurriedly. Another fiery, urgent kiss before she turns her back to him. He bends her over so aggressively that she nearly loses her balance on her heels. There are no panties to go around her ankles. The dress comes up around her waist and seconds later she can feel the head of his cock taunting her moist lips from behind. Forcefully, and maybe a touch painfully, he slips into her impossibly tight cunt. They both stifle moans as he presses against the end of her. Although he is easily the largest she’s ever had, he isn’t comically so.

She’s surprised, but too distracted by the spine-tingling pain to take notice. He doesn’t want to cum too quickly, so he doesn’t thrust just yet. His right hand sweeps over her body, feeling her graceful muscles and fondles her right breast before returning to its place on her hip. The other hand makes it way over her taut belly and down to her clit, which is apparently pierced. The cold metal barbell against her warm flesh is marvelously erotic. His index finger is quickly moistened and slides tantalizingly over her favorite spot rhythmically. Not being able to wait any longer, he begins to thrust in and out of her tense, wet hole.

As her whimpers turn to cries, he tugs on her hair to silence her, which nearly has the opposite effect. Clearly, he didn’t realize how rough she likes it. He fucks her a little bit faster, causing her just the right amount of pain, still stimulating her swollen clit. She tries so hard to keep quiet – there are five other people nearby who shouldn’t hear her as she nears orgasm – and succeeds for a minute, but eventually her breathing gets noticeably louder. In another effort to mute her, his free hand rushes to her breast and squeezes her nipple savagely. The pain is enormous and initiates her incredible orgasm.

She gasps, but is unable to exhale, lest of all noisily. He doesn’t release her nipple, and struggles to continue thrusting against her trembling, wet cunt as she cums. She manages to quietly regain her breath. She whispers seductively to him, “Please… fuck me harder.” He passionately complies. He’s as hard as he’s ever been as far as he can remember. He pounds her viciously and can see that this is what she’s been desperately craving. Looking down at her toned, slender legs wrapped in strappy black heels almost sends him over the edge. Caressing her fantastic tits is what tips him over.

Pulling out and stroking himself with his right hand, his cock spasms against his palm and he blows his hot load against his fingers and onto the wooden floor. Allowing almost no time to recover because they have no time left, he grabs a tissue to clean up. She turns around, her dress fall neatly back into place and kisses him roughly, digging her nails gently into his scalp. The rejoin their friends after no more than ten minutes, neither realizing that session was merely foreplay.