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Sex in the dressing room Part 2

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: safeandsane02, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

reached her toes and fingertips. He then stood leaned on one elbow against the mirror so that he towered over her. She could smell herself on him and on his breath. She began to unbuckle his belt so that she could free the monster in his jeans. It looked so big that she wasn't entirely confident that she could have sex with him in the first place. "Like a condom? Nah. I've never been much of a fan." Damn it! "Oh. Well. Maybe later then?" she said, crestfallen. "Right now works just fine for me," he said. "You got yours. Now it's my turn." "I'm not on the pill though. I mean, I could maybe use my hand if you want, but I'm not very good at that." "Your hand?" He chuckled. "Babe, you're hilarious." He tilted her chin up and kissed her hard. Without meaning to, she found herself sucking her hot juices off his tongue and licking his rough jaw to pick up more. She was still horny. She didn't know why or how, but something about him got her so wet that she had lines of her own mess dribbling down her legs. "But I'm not good at blowjobs." He just chuckled and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers did absolutely nothing to hide the size of his cock. The thing was massive, and it was so hard that she could have probably hung her backpack from it without it dipping an inch. There were a few spots of sticky pre-cum on his boxers, evidence that he was no less turned on than she was. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." Valerie didn't need to ... be told twice. She reached out to feel it through his boxers and was shocked to realize that she couldn't even fit her thumb and fingers around it. Wow. It twitched at her touch like she had expected it to, and she relished the notion of finally getting the chance to have some control. She harbored no illusions of being able to overpower him or make him do anything, but she knew that he had to be ready to explode by now, and she intended to thoroughly torture him. Valerie kept her fingers lightly wrapped around as much of him as she could manage while gently stroking him through his boxers. Her other hand reached under his shirt and over the hard, flat muscles of his torso. He was hard in places she didn't know a person could be hard. His smoldering eyes bored into her, and the muscles in his jaw flexed, but he remained silent, simply waiting to see what she would do with her newfound freedom. He leaned with one hand against the mirror and teased her nipple with the other. She couldn't take the waiting anymore. It was time to unveil the monster. Valerie slowly peeled off his boxers and stared agape at what sprung out. Not quite believing her eyes, she poked it with a finger. It twitched. Part of her had thought—hoped—that it was just his boxers and jeans that had made him seem so big, but it really was an intimidating cock. He was circumcised, and his mushroom head proudly crowned a shaft that many horses would have envied. Like his facial stubble, his pubic area was trimmed ...