1. Chanel and Ethan 19


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    teeth and reply, “well, between you and me, you’re the one I want.” The sincere look I give him through my lashes makes him lick his lips. He quickly glances over both his shoulders and pushes me into the hall beside us. I gasp when he pins me against the wall and his hands go to my hips. “What are you doing?” I ask when his fingers find their way to the button on my jeans. “I’ll be fast,” he says and grins wickedly. I vehemently shake my head and try to push him away. We are very much in public right now. “I only need one minute,” Ethan promises, and the confidence in his voice is stifling. I’m momentarily distracted by the idea, and he takes the opportunity to act quickly. In two seconds his hand is down the front of my pants. In another two, his finger rubs the outside of my wet, tight hole. And merely one moment after that, his middle and ring finger are pressing vigorously against my g-spot. I hold back a gasp, but make the motion with my mouth. Ethan furiously rubs my sensitive spot and I grip his working forearm. I feel his muscles flexing and I let out a small breath of ecstasy when his palm makes contact with my clit. Forward and backward, Ethan keeps his fingers deep inside me, fucking me roughly with his hand. I almost moan when I realize he is going to make me cum if he keeps this up. I keep my eyes on his face that’s half an inch from mine, and I don’t look away. A small percentage is me being too terrified to look around in fear of being caught. But I’m also ...
    very mesmerized by how insanely fucking hot this is. His incredible height is pressed against me with just enough room for his arm to fit between him and my tiny body. His body is shielding mine as much as he’s capable of and my knees are shaking. Ethan puts his mouth to my ear while his arm keeps up it’s tantalizing rhythm. “I want to feel you cum all over my hand,” he whispers and my stomach flips. My left hand is pressed against the wall at my back and the other is gripping his forearm tightly. “Fuck,” I squeak and I feel his arm push harder, his whole hand trying to make it’s way deep inside me. And I feel myself climbing. “Come on babygirl, squirt on my fingers so you can taste it,” he hums and I feel my muscles spasm in response. My cunt is wrapped tightly around his fingers, and every nerve he’s touching is alive with gratification. “More,” I whisper and he pushes impossibly harder. “Please Chanel, I need it, cum for me.” His last words do me in and I explode around his digits. I writhe furious, silent spasms against him pinning me to the wall and he’s sure to generously stroke my g-spot with care. When he feels the last pulse of my pussy around his extremities, he slides his hand from my pants, zips me back up and kisses me hard. Right before he walks away, he touches my lips with his wet fingers and winks, then leaves toward the lockers. I quickly button myself up and look around. A group of young boys leave the in-store shop and head my direction, but we succeeded in ...
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