1. Double-Room


    Date: 9/7/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    her thighs, her fingers fumbling impatiently with the zip on his trousers, pulling and tugging, arousal and expectation forcing frustrated curses, a triumphant sigh spilling from her mouth as she pulled his pants to the floor. After almost throwing her across the kitchen table the sound of her hands slapping against the timber surface spooked a cat that had been sleeping in a basket beneath the stairs. As the cat disappeared through a small flap in the door she opened her legs. She was wet. Too wet. It had been too long. As the slippery flaps and folds peeled apart he eased the formidable length inside her body. Inch-by-inch he opened her up, penetrating and stretching, filling her body with hard flesh. “Oh my God,” she blasphemed, the threatening force, the massive girth almost splitting her apart. “Oh yes,” she screamed, through gritted teeth. “Oh yes. ‘Oh yes,’ her words repeating in fading echoes off the kitchen walls. The momentum gathered speed, strokes long, deep and aggressive, powerful and urgent, wheezes inviting grunts, sucking in air through his nose, in and out, hard and fast, plunging into her depths, letting her feel the power, the force, the energy of youth. In a commentary of verbal filth he fucked her across the kitchen table like a man possessed, a breathless voice and motioning gestures pleading for gentleness, begging for calm, the legs on the table squeaking in helpless protest, letting him know that if he didn’t slow down the table might collapse. But ...
    with her shapely bottom perched in the air, her legs spread apart and his gruesome length sliding seamlessly in and out of her wet opening and her tits squashed flat against the table, he had given up worrying about a tired piece of furniture. He fucked her fast. He fucked her hard. He fucked the air from her lungs. Balls deep inside her warm receptive entrance, buttocks clenching and relaxing, moving back and forth, pushing in and pulling out, a physical and merciless demonstration of table-top sex, a satisfied woman left slumped over the table, groaning out her pleasure in a pool of perspiration, a knee-trembling orgasm sucking the last breath of air from her lungs. A body battered and bruised, a heart fluttering with expectation, a head dizzy with passion and arousal, wheezes chasing breathless pants, short gasps of air sucked through tight lips, her heavy legs shaking and wobbling, her laboured footfalls pleading in quiet sympathy on the creaking stairs. Her legs were almost giving way by the time they reached the top of the stairs and there was a moment when she thought she might collapse if she didn’t get into bed. But after his performance in the kitchen she didn’t really care about her legs. Laura had experienced an awakening. Laura was going to make up for lost time. As soon as she had him between the sheets she didn’t care if she never walked straight again. Her vagina was still burning by the time she hit the mattress. With a single thrust of his hips he was inside ...
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