1. Yes


    Date: 1/14/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Verbal, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    dumpster. He pulled his cock roughly out of his pants as she scissored her legs around his waist. She pushed off of his chest to raise herself, then impaled herself down onto his hard slick cock with a feral moan that was only partially masked by the clamor of the car alarm. His entire length eased effortlessly into her. She anchored her hands around his neck and began to plunge down hard on his cock, fast and rough, taking his cock hard and deep as he leaned against the wall and pushed into her, meeting her thrusts with his own. She moaned, “Fuck me, fuck me harder.” His heart pounded, his cock throbbed. He pleaded, ”Say it in Spanish.” She laughed loudly and threw her head back and sang, “ Más fuerte, fóllame más fuerte. ” The sound of her voice transported him, these foreign words, this unfamiliar tongue, meanings hidden behind a scrim of an unknown language. He pushed her away and spun her around, dancing, ever dancing, slamming her against the wall and grabbing her ass and plunging his cock all the way inside her yet again, grinding into her, deeply, ferociously, before taking up his rhythm where he had left off, fucking her hard, pounding her against the wall. She met every thrust with equal abandon, crying “ ¡Fuerte, más fuerte!” and her words and her accent and the tight wet grip of her pussy and the car alarm blaring and the feverish notion that they could be caught at any second pulled together into one luminous moment; his balls contracted, his cock pulsed, he ...
    buried himself deep inside and began to fuck her in short fast strokes, feeling his cum building; building as she sobbed, “ Córrete para mí , cariño, c órrete para mi . ” The words struck him like lightning, afire with need, and the resultant thunder came as a torrent inside her, cumming hard, spasm after spasm, one, two, three, four, five pumps, his legs and stomach and cock clenching. They collapsed against the building, his cock still inside her, her arms still around him. The car alarm abruptly shut off, followed by two electronic beeps. Footsteps sounded from around the corner, and they quickly disengaged, frantically pulling their clothes into place. Three figures turned the corner, walking casually toward them. They quickly ducked down, their backs to the wall, and slid to a sitting position, next to each other. A harried Dad and his two wriggling daughters approached the minivan they had just attempted to fuck on, entered the car, closed the door, and slowly pulled out as the sound of generic pop music spilled muted and tinny from the windows of the van. They sat next to each other without speaking in the shadowed alcove, no sound but for their labored breathing and the hot roar of blood running through their veins. The familiar world of parking lots, streetlights and strip malls, lost jobs and old girlfriends and bars, all lay beyond him, in the hot shimmer of the asphalt. Trivial. Next to him he felt the heat of her skin through their clothes, the heat of a woman whose ...
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