Heißer Fick mit Gummi im total versauten Diner

Title: A Spicy Encounter at the Permission Diner

The neon lights of the Permission Diner flickered invitingly, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the empty parking lot. Inside, the Formica tables were wiped clean, the red vinyl booths shiny and smooth. It was late, too late for the night owls and early birds that frequented the all-night establishment. Too late for anyone, that is, except for the stunning brunette employed as a waitress.

Her name was Morticia, and she was a vision. With her ample curves, billowing curls, and piercing green eyes, she turned heads everywhere she went. tonight, however, those curves were tightly ensconced in a luscious latex catsuit. The shiny material clung to every inch of her body, from her full, heaving breasts to her round, ripe bottom. She sauntered behind the counter, her heels clicking rhythmically on the black and white tiled floor.

Suddenly, the jingle of the diner’s bell shattered the silence. Morticia pivoted sharply on her stiletto, her eyes widening as she took in the man who had just entered. He was tall, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. His muscular frame was clad in a tight white t-shirt and worn jeans. He sauntered towards her, a smirk playing on his full lips.

“Evening, beautiful,” he purred, his accent thick and smooth. “I was hoping to catch you alone.”

Morticia bit her plump lower lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, really? And why is that, handsome?”

The stranger closed the distance between them, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. “Because I’ve been dreaming about those luscious lips wrapped around my cock all day.” He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to her jiggling ass.

Morticia gasped in surprise, a wave of heat crashing through her body. She had been teasing him for weeks, ever since he first started frequenting the diner. But she never expected him to be so bold. “Well, well,” she purred, pressing her latex-clad body against his. “Maybe you should come back to my place and see just how well I can use those lips.”

The stranger grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen. “I have a better idea,” he growled, leading her to the storeroom. Once inside, he pushed her up against the door, his hands roaming her curves greedily.

Morticia moaned, her hips bucking against his. She could feel the thick outline of his cock through his jeans, pressing insistently against her latex-clad mound. “Fuck,” she hissed, struggling with the fastenings of his pants. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me hard.”

The stranger chuckled, a deep, dirty sound. “Patience, my naughty little waitress.” He turned her around, pushing her down until she was bent over a stack of crates. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to lick that pretty pussy until you’re begging for my cock.”

Morticia whimpered in anticipation, spreading her legs wide. She could feel his breath on her latex-clad thighs, hot and insistent. Then his tongue was on her, licking and probing through the thin material. She bucked against him, crying out in pleasure as his mouth found her clit.

He licked and sucked mercilessly, his hands gripping her hips tight. Morticia felt the heat building inside her, coiling tight in her core. She was so close, so fucking close…

Then suddenly, he was gone. She heard the rip of packaging, the rustle of fabric. She looked over her shoulder to see him sheathing himself in a condom, his cock thick and hard.

“Fuck me,” she begged, pushing back against him. “Fuck me now.”

He obliged, slamming into her with one hard thrust. Morticia screamed, the pleasure-pain of his girth stretching her deliciously. He set a relentless pace, pounding into her again and again. The sensation of his cock pounding against her well-lubricated latex was indescribable.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Harder! Faster!”

He obliged, burying his length to the hilt. His hands reached around, finding her clit and rubbing hard. Morticia threw her head back, her body tightening like a coiled spring. She was so fucking close…

“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers circling frantically. “Come on my cock.”

Those commanding words were all it took. Morticia shattered, coming hard. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he pistoned into her. He followed a moment later, groaning her name as he buried himself deep.

They stayed like that for a long moment, gasping and shuddering. Then he slowly withdrew, discarding the condom. Morticia turned around, pressing her latex-clad body against his naked one. She could feel his cum seeping into the material, a filthy reminder of what they’d just done.

“Mmm, that was amazing,” she purred, nipping at his neck. “I think you’ll be back for more.”

The stranger smirked down at her, a predatory gleam in his eye. “Oh, I definitely will be, beautiful. I’m just getting started with you.”

And with that promise, he turned and sauntered out of the storeroom, whistling a jaunty tune. Morticia’s smile was wicked as she watched him go, already looking forward to their next spicy encounter.

The end.