Story by T.J.
After Dinner

The hotel room door closed behind them and she turned to face him. Tenderly he took her in his arms and pulled her to him, held her so tightly that she could feel his arousal as she pressed her body against him. They kissed, gently at first, lips brushing, tongues flicking out and in, tracing the outline and then with more passion, open mouths, sucking on each other.

With her back against the wall, she lifts and curls one leg around him, her skirt rising up on her thigh as she does so. His hand runs along the underside of her leg slowly from the knee, backwards, along her thigh, past the edge of her stockings until he is supporting her bare buttock. She smiles at him, her panties were in her handbag. His fingers reach and strain to feel for her, running along the now wet outline of her pussylips. Slowly, his fingers open her and slide inside her wetness. She moans softly as he caresses her intimate soul, his fingers feeling the trickle of her excitement running down them. His other hand, fondling her breast, through the fabric of her shirt, an erect nipple easy to feel and tweak between finger and thumb.

She pushes him away gently, turns and faces the wall, leaning forward on her hands and spreads her legs. "We can make love later, honey. But right now, I need you to fuck me, hard!! " He pushes her bottom towards him, reaching between her legs and stroking her pussy as he unzips his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He pushes her skirt up around her hips revealing the ample shape of her bare ass. Positioning the head of his cock, he gently pushes forward and enters her slowly, until skin meets skin. They pause, joined together, and then he starts to move inside her, sliding almost all the way out, then back in again, slowly.....Slowly, driving her insane with desire. "Pound me!!", she cries almost desperately and he quickens his pace... in, out, in deeper each time, the sensual sound of skin slapping against skin as the power on, she pushing back against him and he pulling her back onto him by her hips. She swivels her hips as he gets faster and harder, almost brutally entering her time after time until she cries out in release. The sound of her pleasure pushes him over the edge and he fills her throbbing pussy with his cream, twitching and pushing every last drop he can inside her.

Still leaning forward on her hands, she looks back at him over her shoulder, a smile on her lips. "Let's take a shower, baby.....sleep a little and then make love "





 
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