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Janet- 2
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Archive-name: janet-2
Janet led the way from the subway train and up the long concrete steps
to the open air. Once outside, she looked around at the nearly deserted
parking lot. The evening wind was already chill and she could feel her
nipples react to the chill.
He walked up behind her. He pressed himself into her, his cock
making an undeniable impression on her firm ass. He let his hands roam
the front of her outfit as he began to suckle the skin on her neck.
She couldn't wait any longer to feel his prick inside her. She
spotted an out-of-the-way side of the Subway entrance, a wall hidden by
bushes and other walls. She led him quickly there.
His hot breath in her mouth as they kissed fueled her passions
higher. His body pressed hers against the cold concrete wall. His hands
sought her breasts; helping her off with her jacket, and then the
blouse.
Her pussy was trembling with her undressing. Anyone might come
around the corner to find her being ravaged by this stranger. She
wanted them to come and see her, see the slut so controlled by her lust
to ignore their shocked stares.
He started moving her skirt up out of the way. He ran his
fingers along the garter straps, tracing the tops of her silk stockings
and snapping the straps against her hot thighs.
He unsnapped her bra with the moves of a pro, and she found her
nipples revealed to the night air, the blast of cold wind mixing with
their body heats to harden her nipples into bullets from her breasts.
He took her nipples in his fingers and began to play with
them, rubbing, pinching, licking, twisting lightly. Her breathing was
laboured and short. Her face felt flush and her pussy juices were
beginning to run down her thighs. She was well on the way up on her
roller coaster of orgasm.
She moved her fingers to his crotch and deftly released his
straining meat from its cotton prison. It fell hot and heavy into her
fingers. She pulled it towards her open pussy. He smiled at her in the
blurriness of two faces together and moved forward, slipping his cock
into her hot, dripping pussy.
She felt the meat divide her and penetrate her. It kept coming
an inch after she expected it to stop and felt fuller than ever
before. His length was perfect, his width a delicious strain.
Her nerves became hyper sensitive as the fucking commensed. She
felt every grit of the concrete against her back, every strand of his
hair in her fingers, his lips on her skin and his tongue butterflying
her lips.
The buildup had been too long, and as much as she wanted to
feel him fucking her for hours, she knew that she'd start coming soon.
She wanted to hook him, make him come with her.
She started to flex her thighs and pussy muscles to stroke his
meat as it pistoned in and out of her. He began to moan in
appreciation.
Moments went by of exquisite contact, flesh into flesh, a
carnal communion, she began to lose herself in the impending wave of
orgasm. She wanted to come so bad, she began to hump back at his
thrusts. Her moans became cries.
He began to grunt and his thrusts lost their solid rhythm. They
began to come and his cock felt like it swelled inside her. She felt
the pinpoint heat of his boiled cum shooting into her, and she crested
her own orgasm, her pussy muscles milking his cock for every last drop
of come. She panted and whimpered, trying not to scream like she ached
to do. She grasped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his thighs,
prolonging and deepening their intimate embrace.
Uncounted moments later she let her legs slip down his thighs
to support herself. His cock slid out of her. He did not release their
embrace. They smiled at each other in their afterglow, nuzzling and
enjoying the decaying warmth.
He began to speak "I'm..." when she stopped him with a hand to
his lips. She pointed behind him to the lit building across the
street. An elegant neon sign pronounced it the Charles Road Grand
Hotel. She questioned him with a look when he turned back to her. A nod
and they were cleaning up for the walk over...
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