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Does Your Boyfriend Have This...?

Date: 9/24/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: rockhard4incher, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

moment. But I also hear her make a small, contented moan of pleasure, just thinking about the possibilities. My arm moves from the sofa down behind her, my hand resting on her hip. Almost subconsciously, she leans into me a little, although she’s still not looking back at me. I softly tilt her head up to look at me. She looks at me nervously. “You OK?” She nods, not wanting to speak, because if she speaks she might tell me she has a boyfriend. And if she does that, she thinks I’ll leave. And right now, she doesn’t want me to leave; that much is obvious from her breathing. Sitting like this, so close together, my hand practically on her arse, her face inches from mine, the alcohol doing its job, she wants me to kiss her. So I do. I lean forward and softly press my lips to hers. As I increase the pressure of my kiss, my hand slips down further, to properly cup her arse. I give it a squeeze, and she moans into my mouth, her hand now caressing my muscular chest over my shirt. I break the kiss and look at her, watching her panting, breathless. “Joe…” She begins, deciding that now is the time to confess, before she allows things to go too far. “I… I have…” She looks away, a little ashamed, and then back at me. I place my hand over hers, against my chest. “I have a boyfriend.” I try not to smirk. “Claire… Baby…” I say, as I remove her hand from my chest. “Does your boyfriend have this?” I lower her hand to my crotch and she gasps as her fingers rest on my hardening cock beneath the ... table. I’m nowhere near fully hard yet, but I’m already over six inches, and thick. Which she can tell immediately. “Oh god…” She says, her shame rapidly dissolving into lust. “You’re big!” I allow myself that smirk now. “Bigger than your boyfriend?” She blushes as I ask the question, and then nods. “Tell me.” I command, softly. “Yes, Joe. You’re bigger than my boyfriend.” She purrs, unable to resist my command, squeezing gently. She can tell that I’m still getting bigger. “How much bigger?” I ask. She squeezes again, as I reach a full eight inch hard-on. “You…” She can barely bring herself to admit it. So cute. “You feel about… Twice as long… Oh God…” Fuck! A smoking hot little bitch, whose boyfriend’s hung like a hamster. This is too good to be true! I can’t help but laugh. “Really? Twice? Fucking hell, babe. Tough break! A sexy little thing like you deserves a real cock, wouldn’t you say?” I look into her eyes for a reaction to my dismissal of her boyfriend’s pathetic size. A flash of betrayal, perhaps, for conspiring to make fun of him. The only reaction is more lust, a tighter grip and a soft moan. Damn, this girl likes assertiveness! “Wouldn’t you say?” I repeat, demanding an answer. She nods her head demurely. “Yes…” I smile broadly. “Good girl.” I acknowledge, and feel my cock throb as she blushes. “Finish your drink, babe. Let’s dance.” She nods again, downing what’s left of her drink, and we walk to the dance floor with my hand resting possessively on her arse. She ...