1. The Office Party


    Date: 2/23/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: chicamala, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    his scent engulfs me, as his hand travels down to the curves behind me. He holds me close, and I'm not aware of those around us. I raise my thigh between his legs and I hear him groan. I feel the bulge in his pants. I grin wickedly up at him, while I feel his hardness throb against me. I whisper, "You desire me as much as I desire you," and I nibble on his ear. I feel him shiver as my teeth pull on his ear lobe. "Be careful, little one, or I'll lose control and take you right here on the dance floor," he groans. I smile wickedly; this almost gives him a license to take me there. He lowers his hands and slides them through the slit of my dress. He feels over my panties, warm and moist. He kisses me tugging at my lower lip. Everything around us seems to disappear. I feel him unzip his pants, and without a word, he penetrates me in the middle of the dance floor. I lean in closer, the movement to the soft melody is minimal. I feel him in and out of me. Our moans, barely audible to each other, propel us in a voyage of pleasure. He guides our dancing towards the edge of the dance floor, and when the song ends he takes my hand and leads me quickly to the bathroom. Pulling me inside and locking the door behind us. He kisses me roughly on the mouth. I feel his raw hunger until we are breathless, and I meet his kisses with the same fervor. Finally we break our kiss, with our hearts pounding; he spins me around, and places my hands on the sink counter. "Don't move, I want to see the ...
    lust of our eyes in the mirror," he says. His hands lift my dress, and I hear his growl the moment he sees the glistening trail down my legs. He crouches and rips my panties and takes a long lick up my thighs. His tongue finds the place he wants, as he opens my legs. "Yes! I love your taste, it is intoxicating," as his tongue returns and makes me squirm. He stands and once again unzips, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror. I hold my stance, looking at his eyes and bracing myself for him. We hold our gaze, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pushes forward, and I breathe heavily as his thickness slides inside my welcoming wetness. "Oh," I whimper on that first thrust. With his hands on my hips holding me steady, I feel him sliding deep inside me, filling me the way I need. "Oh, Andrew," I moan with his every thrust. He reaches up to open my dress, setting my ample milky white breast free, nipples hard as they sway lightly. I don't want to miss anything, so I attempt to keep my eyes open as I bite on my lower lip. "Mmm," we moan. His left hand squeezes my breast as his right moves between my legs, rubbing between my folds as he thrusts rhythmically inside my tightness. My legs shake, and I break eye contact with the pleasure he delivers. His massive member is anything but steel, as it moves in and out of me, while his hands knead my flesh. My hips sway and my legs are still shaking. " Andrew !" as my knees buckle. He grabs my hips to hold me up, and braces me against the ...
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