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THE LIBRARY SESSIONS, From Thirty-One Days

Date: 11/4/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: rojack99, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

knees, head beneath the skirt, her long legs pushed straight up, beautiful acrylic heels waving in the air. The moaning continued as I moved my tongue. Her wetness began to flow. Her heat was impressive. My cock was rock hard, I was ready to climb on and plow into her wet, thirty-two year old, married hole. I wonder if they have video surveillance in this city building. I hope they do. The bitch would lose her job, for sure. I would become a legend. This happy thought nudged me onwards. I began to suck at her pussy. I let go of her legs and slid my hands under her wet ass. Her pussy juice was soaking the grey leather chair beneath. I lifted her small ass, a plate on my dinner table. I felt her two hands on the back of my head, her two married hands. She pulled my head into her snatch and began to grind against my face. I opened my mouth wide and sucked at her. Her moaning became speech, the foreign mumbo jumbo women seemed to favor, when they were about to cum. Her fingers twined through my hair, slamming my face into her pussy. She pulled my head back and slammed me again. Fuck! I was having trouble breathing. A third time she repeated this maneuver. Then she held my head in a vice grip as I tried to suck air in. I felt her strong thighs coil around my head and neck. I tried to inhale, and got nothing but pussy. Wet, hot pussy. Lots and lots of heat, now fragrance free and taste free. She thrust, a bronco trying to toss a rider, as a major flood of juice nearly drowned me. ... Through flesh muffled ears, I heard her scream her delight, or passion, or anger at the world, whatever the fuck it was. I tried to back out but she held fast. The oxygen deprivation was weakening me. This was a ferocious display of female power. I clawed at her with my hands, trying to unwrap the strong legs from around my skull. Finally she relented, spent in orgasm, spent in strength. Or so I thought. She did let go of my hair, and did unwrap her legs from my head. She grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled herself apart. Slid her ass forward on the chair. “Keep eating,” she whispered, her voice foreign and smoky. My cock was running, an out of control trip hammer, but I remembered my earlier thought. I knew her hubby never did this to her. She would remember me. Forever. No problem, babe. I fell back into her, tongue first. I began to eat, sliding my lips and tongue and mouth all over her. “Kiss me there,” she begged. I did. I kissed her cunt. Over, and over and over. Kissed her cunt deeply. French kissed her cunt. Worshiped her cunt. For sure, she would remember me. My cock begged for release. I felt the jackhammer throbbing from my ass to my skull. I lifted my head. I was seeing stars from the lack of oxygen. She was wide open, her back flat on the seat of the soaked leather chair. She kept her hands on her thighs, she wasn’t yet satisfied. “Kiss me more,” she moaned. No problem. I puckered up and moved in on her. My mouth was nearly there. I felt her hands in my hair ...