by Amy Law
As her knees slammed on the threadbare rug, she started to haul his belt buckle undone. She tugged at the rivet buttons of his fly. His white cotton boxers sprang forward, pushed by the weight of his hot rod of flesh.
Tiffany pulled the thin cotton down, unleashing his hard manhood. It was angry, red, and pulsing. His scent swirled in her head. He pulled at her hair to drag her onto his hard shaft. His slick bulb popped through her lips and slid hard and fast over her tongue.
When he shoved against the back of her mouth, Tiffany choked. Saliva flooded her mouth and dripped from her lips. She closed them around his huge cock, but they slipped opened again each time his hips slammed it into her willing mouth.
His breath hardened. A whisper rasped from his throat. “Yes. Oh, yes.”
Little gagging squeaks and cries bubbled from her mouth. He rammed into her face until her nose struck against his stomach. She felt his balls slap her chin. She sucked wetly on his hardness as he pressed into her throat and held on tight.
Her juices were running thicker and faster than she had ever known them to before. While she held a hand at the base of his shaft, she couldn’t keep her other hand out from between her legs, except when it flew up to squeeze her breast or pull hard on her nipple.
She moaned in pleasured pain as he dragged her head off him and lifted her by her hair. His hand went to her crotch and lifted her off the ground. In the process two fingers burst inside her. She felt tiny in his hands as he slung her onto the bed.
He landed on the bed above her. In his fist, he held her bunched up panties. Her eyes widened as his fingers poked the sheer fabric into her mouth. Lifting her easily by her waist, he flipped her over onto all fours. Tiffany was so turned on it felt wrong. A little, low growl was seeping from her mouth, into the reek of her sheer underwear.
His thumb was inside her wetness, his hand gripping her mound. Like that, he lifted her. She felt his mustache and beard between her thighs. His tongue roughly began probing her. Her petals pressed wide as his lips spread her.
His thumb pressed between the soft, smooth cheeks of her buttocks, and against her soft little star. Her head slumped between her arms on the comforter. Slowly but firmly, his thumb jammed her open.
A cool spray hit her ass when he spat and worked her open, eased a little with the saliva. By the time he had three fingers into her, her eyes were watering. She groaned long and hard, the sound muffled by the wad in her mouth.
He slung her onto her back and hauled her thighs in the air, holding her, spreading her wide. His cock penetrated her pussy, deep, hard, and sudden, and her whole body convulsed. Her back arched and her hands clenched.
The scent of her juices rose as he drilled into her, sawing in and out without mercy. Each stroke was harder than the last as her groans rose in pitch. His torso slapped against the backs of her thighs, stretched high as he held her by her ankles.
His grip on her ankles helped him slam her even harder onto the length of his throbbing shaft. Her pussy gushed, holding him. Her molten core sang as he drove in and filled her, pining at the void as he pulled out.
As he drove into her, she arched and pressed down to take him deeper. The panties in her mouth muffled her little mewling whimpers. His hot shaft filled her, tore into her and possessed her.
After a long series of hard slams, her eyes popped wide as he pulled her ankles up to lift her cheeks even higher. The blood rushed to her head and she felt giddy.
Then he dragged his cock out and it invaded her ass. The raw friction burned. She thrashed her arms on the bed, her hands clawed at her hair, pulled on her breasts and grasped for him. Her thighs shook and her stomach rolled in quaking convulsions.
A massive pulse in the shaft of his cock let her know that he was about to come. Outside in the next room there was a sound.
He stopped. A rasp of annoyance escaped his throat. Someone was at the apartment door.
He dragged his cock out of Tiffany’s ass and pulled his pants together, looking anxiously towards the door. Tiffany tried to say, “Go, go,” and her eyes were pleading, but the gag still muffled her.
She waved her hand to the door and crawled, in agony, beneath the comforter. Almost silently, the door closed behind him. The lock on the apartment door clicked as it turned. A pair of boots clomped in.
Tiffany dragged her bunched, wet panties out of her mouth and felt wretched as she sobbed in silence. What the fuck had she done?
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