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

    tight…” and then he would stick it back into me, and moan, almost like a puppy. The scene would recycle, and it was like a pathetic man, or a teenage boy, was getting his sexual fantasy fulfilled. All the while, I was struggling under him, trying to stave off the inevitable. He bit my neck, and it made me yelp, loudly, and he suckled my skin. I muttered. “Dammit, Juan, no! Don’t mark me!” Then to my shock and horror, we were suddenly bathed in a soft light. as my eyes were widely open, and then I heard one of the most terrifying noises. The back window above us opened, and a lone figure stood at the frame, silhouetted. He was watching us, as I looked up at him. He did nothing, said nothing, for a long few moments, all the while Juan’s pathetic cock kept pistoning in me. I let loose a small squeal, as it seemed hopeless now, and I actually felt a jolt of pleasure from Juan, as he finished with my neck, a mark I was sure was going to bruise, and bruise darkly. The stranger then reached to his center, and I could see him exposing himself, his thin build and long hair visible as a shadow. I only had a slightly off-center view of him, so I couldn’t see what his manhood looked like, but he was evidently ready to get hard, and it only took a few moments for him to begin to moan. All during this, Juan kept at me, like a jackrabbit, his slobbering lips now coating my nipples, as I was being attacked, and my attack was being perved. I had a jolting thought as I felt another small tease ...
    of pleasure, and that made me start to squirm again, with renewed energy. “You have to pull out…” I harshly whispered. “You can’t cum in me. I’m unprotected!” “Fuck that…” Juan growled, and his pace only seemed to increase. I snarled now, ignoring the man watching us. “Asshole, I can get pregnant!” “Like I give a shit…” he replied. His tone was menacing and low, but undoubtedly our voyeur was watching and listening. Juan never broke stride, but his sweat was dripping off of him, now, and large, fat droplets were smearing on my skin, my face, and a couple even across my lips. I had to sputter as his sweat dropped into my mouth, but I couldn’t do much else. The man was so disgusting! His last words, though, pissed me off. Ben wanted me to be compliant, but to willingly have another man’s c***d? That was something I was reserving for two men. Ben and my husband. I took my last defense, and used it as best I could. I’ve taken pride in my role as a woman. In life, in f****y, and in public. Especially in bed. I have no qualms about who I am, and what role men play in my life. I am a girl, I’m not a feminist, and I am proud to be the “fairer sex” as men would say in older times. This also meant I not only dressed in a more feminine fashion, I also kept myself that way. I wore mostly dresses and skirts, even my pants had a more feminine flair. I think I only owned two pairs of blue jeans. Long, soft, auburn hair, and gentle make-up, unless I was asked to look like a bit more exotic, ...
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