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Taken
Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
fibre of your body, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves your body limp and your mind a mess. Your body convulsing as your orgasm ripples through you, every sense heightened as you feel his need still there. Strong and purposeful, his hands slip from your hair and down your body, gripping tightly to your waist as he begins to pump his hips once more. Your pussy ripples and clenches, your orgasm still resonating through you. The strength of this thrusts building rapidly as he pumps relentlessly. His grunts and groans becoming louder as you feel his need take hold. Fingertips dig through your ruffled skirt into your waist as his drives his thick shaft, glistening in your juices, deep and hard into your aching pussy, pounding you into submission. Your whimpers blur into a constant moan as he takes you forcefully like a man possessed. Slamming deep inside you feel him hold himself in you, the swell followed by a twitch and then a second later a deep groan as he explodes flooding you with his seed. Slumping forward you fall against the billboard as over and over you feel every release, every pump as he paints the inside of your cunt with his cum. You gasp for air, your heart pounding in your ears as you feel him slip from within, followed by the sound of his zipper as you instantly feel trickles beginning to escape your used pussy trailing down your inner thighs. Exhausted and used, your mind a mess, your body limp you gulp for air, a slick layer of sweat upon your forehead. ... Before you can fathom what is going on you hear his footsteps. Pulling yourself around the billboard, your eyes a little fuzzy you see the back of him walking briskly towards the station steps. Part of you longing to shout at him but too shocked for words to escape, your stranger exactly that a stranger that you will never know. You turn and lean back against the billboard for support, your mind racing at the wild encounter that has just ensued. You peel your panties back and ruffle down your pencil skirt. All connotations flood your mind yet a feeling of such fulfilment in such a sinful way that you wonder what has taken hold of you. Hands shaking you button your blouse and tuck this back into your skirt. Fumbling in your handbag you find your make-up mirror, flick it open, taking in the reflection of your stormy eyes that peer back at you. Hair dishevelled, cheeks still rosy red, a slickness to your forehead. Was this the look of your darker side, your fantasy side you could see in mirror. Exhausted you feel your breathing begin to slow, a tilt of the mirror exposing the graze against your creamy neck confirming this was no fantasy, a sudden fear as you think forward to continuing home. A light touch up of make-up and a scoop of your hair covering the red graze upon your neck before you clip shut your mirror, push your bag over your shoulder just as another train pulls into the station. With a final brush down of your skirt you slip from behind the billboard and join the ...