my new neighbour
Posted Mar 2, 2011 by anonymous | 136 views | 0 comments
I invite him for a cuppa and the tea really is steeping under the cosy but I no sooner open the door than he is upon me, showering cold air down on me, his mouth chill and open on mine, his tongue thrusting, a growl rasping in his throat. Forget the tea. He has other ideas for this visit. He wants to warm his mouth in my cunt, for starters. I peel off my jeans to make it easier. We wrestle in a desperate tangle, me naked from the waist down, him still fully clothed to his overcoat with his belly exposed and his lovely great cock arcing thick and plum-purple from his fly. He bulls me, first standing against the wall, then on all fours on the kitchen floor, calling forth filth from me and delivering a huge open-handed slap that stings deliciously and leaves a red mark that I'll have to explain later. I reach back to find his precious ball-sack, my eyes widening at the hand-filling heft of it. Not wanting to come yet, he yanks me around, grabs my hair, pokes his tongue into my mouth again, leans back on a kitchen chair like a sultan, orders me to kneel and suck---'....More...MORE!”--- while I gasp and gag and plead until he decides to grant my wish and lets me mount his lovely great horniness, lets me straddle him and he splits me and plumbs me and I fit myself to him puzzle-fashion and we come together, my arms wrapped around his head with him shouting into my mouth and drinking breath from my lungs, like a wild beast, a bear, some kind of savage animal. I loved it and I'm aching for more...
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