1. What the Hell Am I Doing?- Chapter 4


    Date: 11/26/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    edge of the property and a cinder-block wall ended the property line. I had managed to cage myself. My heel sunk at the same time, and I looked down to pull it out, and was taking my first step to turn, and try and make a break, when Juan caught me. He damn near tackled me, and I grunted loudly as he landed on top of me, his weight nearly squashing me. He made his own grunt as his flab rolled onto me, and I felt completely covered by him. I was actually nose to neck with him. I landed on my back, and felt the moisture on the grass start to cool my skin, which had been sweating, as well as soaking into the soft satin material of my pants. It was cold. “Juan.. no… This is ****!” I spoke. We had landed directly underneath the back window of one of the hotel rooms, and I didn’t want to get caught. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me, realizing what was going on, or anything. I didn’t want anyone to find out about Ben, most certainly not my husband. So I didn’t scream. I didn’t claw, I didn’t do any of the things I should have, to positively protect myself. Instead I tried to wrestle my way out from under a man who had 100 pounds on me. “Nah, you’ve been teasing me all day, bitch. You want this!” he grunted in his reply. He, too, obviously didn’t want to get caught, mainly because of how bad it would look. I was dressed, pretty much, and he wasn’t. I looked pretty sexy, and well, he looked like a fat, greasy, slob. A naked slob, who was about to stick his dick in me. I could ...
    barely breathe under him, and so that became my main focus. Breathing. “Please… your suffocating me!” I begged him. I felt him reaching between us, and managing his flab, until his fingers grabbed his manhood “This will help you breathe better!” Then he grunted, and I felt him thrust against me, and his shaft began to poke at me. I let out a chirp, and a second one as he thrust again. He was trying to find the opening in my slacks, and on the fourth try, he found it. I squealed, high-pitched, and desperate, my legs jolting downwards, to try and make him stop, but when I felt him, the head of his penis begin to enter me, I gave a muted cry. He had me, and now I was done for! With his cock now in me, he began to thrust, rapid, short and, to me, ineffective, but he was gaining depth, and before too long, he was able to make sure I felt him. He was nowhere near as well-gifted as Ben, or even my husband, but he was able to fill me partially. That was when he rolled to one side, a little, and used his hands to rip open my blouse, the thin material popping buttons everywhere, as my breasts were bared to him. His skin was oily everywhere, it seemed, and his face was nuzzling in to my neck, as he thrust, small hands on my nipples, pinching them hard. Each pinch made me wince, and grunt softly, my lip between my teeth as I tried to be as silent as possible. His own voice, however, was growing louder, and as he pushed into me and then withdrew, his voice would murmur. “So tight.. so ...
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