I have to tell you about my experience with Paul at the posh bar in Manchester. He took me out to it, and I wasn’t really sure I would like being there, but he made me change my mind so much.
After a few heavy drinks, Paul led me out on the dance floor and was practically fucking me right there. His hand was up under my blouse, squeezing my breasts and I could feel the hardcore dick beneath his pants trying to get inside of me. He grabbed me by my hand and took me into the toilets.
I knew he couldn’t hold it anymore, but I didn’t mind either. I dropped down, ripped open his fly, and sucked him hard. He humped my face, fucking my mouth with his cock. The muscles in my cheeks throbbed as I took him into me deeper and deeper. I was just waiting for him to completely explode in my throat.
But he bent me over the sink and shoved his dick in my ass. He was tagging my g-spot so hard through my hole that all I could do was moan and throb against him. He didn’t offload there. He pulled out and stuck his dick deep into my throbbing and very wet pussy. He slid into me like it was nothing and fucked me so hard. I could have swore I felt his dick pumping against my stomach, not just deep into my canal.
His load blew. It was so hot and so sticky. He spun me around and dropped to his knees. I spread my clit apart for him and he ate me out like I was his own personal pie eating contest, and my wet hot pussy was his pie. I blew my juicy wetness down his chin. He was moaning and groaning the whole time he was down there that all I could do was grab him by his hair and shove his face into me harder.
I told him to fuck it with his mouth, and I kept telling him more and more. Paul grabbed me by the ass with one hand, and shoved his whole fist deep into my pussy. I cried out as the overwhelming ecstasy reached a hardcore peak and I didn’t just drip down his chin. I soaked his shirt and the floor beneath him. All I could do was stand there and twitch as he pulled his hand out of me and leaned up to kiss me.
I thought it was over from there, but his dick was still hard. The deeper he kissed me, the harder his dick got. I felt it push through my legs where his hand had just been. But again, he didn’t go for the pussy. He fucked me deep in the ass from the front. All I could do was hold on as his load shot into my ass, soaking me from one end to another. After it was over, I couldn’t hardly walk, but I held onto him as he helped me back out the door.
Vicky x
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