1. August 1 - Ellen's Birthday


    Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

    bathroom. She caught my eye in the mirror. " Right here. Right now." " You are a dirty girl." " Then fuck me like one." I pull her upright and kiss her, and she responded forcefully, pushing my lips apart and sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand circling around to grasp at my hair and she mashed her lips into mine. I slide my hand down her back and over her ass, all the way to the back of her bare thighs. The feel of her skin against mine electrified me. I realized my cock is painfully hard and throbbing against the tight fabric of my pants, and she must have realized it too, because she broke away and ran her hand quickly down my chest to free it. There is a little delicacy and much urgency. We both needed a fucking, and we didn't have much time. She yanks down my pants and pulls my cock out of my boxers with a grin. My hands slide up from her thighs to her breasts, and I squeeze them through her dress. I feel her erect nipples through the fabric. I wanted desperately to kiss them, run my tongue over them and suck them roughly into my mouth, letting her feel my teeth on her sensitive skin, but there is no way to get at them without ruining the careful arrangement of her strapless dress. I growled in frustration and bit her earlobe. A little too hard, perhaps. She gasps and her hands convulsed around my cock. It is too much. I needed to be inside her, to fuck her like the perfect, horny little bitch she is. I pull away, too quickly for her to follow, and spun her ...
    around by the shoulders. I force her a step forward, pushing her hips into the counter and bending her over until her face almost touches the mirror. One hand went to the back of her neck, gathering up a fistful of her long hair, and pulling her head back. I lock her gaze in the mirror and held it while I ran my other hand down...down and down, then up the skin of her thigh, up under the fabric of her dress. Her thin silk panties are already soaked. I brush my hand lightly over her swollen mound, and she moans. Loudly. That wouldn't do. I release her hair and pull her panties down over the smooth curve of her thighs, calves. She obligingly lifted one foot, then the other, and I crumpled the cloth in on hand while the other ran back up the inside of one leg and straight to her slit, burning hot and sopping wet and already slightly parted. She arches her back, eyes closed as I slid my finger through her wet folds, but as she opens her mouth for another moan, I force the balled-up panties in her mouth. Her eyes flew open and I smirk at her in the mirror. A little bit of payback goes a long way. Her eyes twinkling at me knowingly, but when my finger found her engorged clit they crinkled shut again and she bit down hard on the soggy cloth. I keep up the pressure, running my finger in circles around her hard button while my other hand slips from her mouth to her throat. I held her head up and leaned forward until my lips brushed against her ear. " Like that, do you?" My voice is the ...
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