Hungry Blonde Young Wife Came After Work and Immediately Pounced on the Dick
Title: “Don’t Mind If I Do: The Insatiable Lizzie’s Dick Pouncing Afternoon Delight”
Poor Lizzie, trapped in a soul-crushingly dull office job, trudging home each evening in her form-fitting pencil skirt, flared hip skimming the narrow cubicle walls. Bacon-scented breath of a lecherous coworker hot on her barely-covered ass as she fled the fluorescent-illuminated hell.
Her bedroom awaits, a sanctum of solitude and self-indulgence. Shutting the door, Lizzie kicks off her hated heels, wiggles out of her constricting skirt, feverishly peeling off bygone layers until finally, blessedly bare. Glistening blonde hair cascades over slim shoulders as she stretches languidly, prickling flesh coming alive.
In the mirror, shapely form rayonnes – pert breasts, trim waist, hips tapering to an alluring backside. Lizzieeye-fucks her reflection. God, she needs this. Needs to be wanted, consumed. But by whom? Enter horny boy, aka you, dumb-lucking your way into her lair, desperate stud to insatiable nymph. A perfect match made in debauchery heaven.
Dropping to her knees, golden tresses fall like a curtain, she takes you in, pouty lips forming a perfect O. Hollowing soft cheeks, she draws you deep, gagging a bit then relaxing throat muscles to swallow cock-hungry around thick girth.
Breathy moans vibrate shaft as she bobs, sucking with genuine gusto. Gaze lidded, she savors hard-as-steel heat on tongue, tasting desire. Lizzie’s own body hums, a live wire, nipples puckering diamond-hard.
“Fuck my throat,” she begs, honeyed voice muffled, placing hands on splayed thighs in offering, imploring you to take over, stuff her mouth full and facialize the fun.
Those so-dirty words are the push you need. Grabbing earnest fistful of silken hair, you plunge to the hilt, reveling in throaty gurgles, wet slurping sounds she makes as you rut her face. Blonde hair whips as you fuck her skull with abandon, treatment leaving no doubt she’s your cock-sleeve, life support system to straining erection.
Lizzie, ever the eager slut, takes what’s given, a vagrant’s saque, two hands and throat turned over to whatever dirty act you dream up. Bucking hips match thrusts, determined press apparently signaling more. Much more.
You aren’t about to disappoint. Tossing nymphetibeast onto the bed, her ass jiggles pretily, rest of her bouncing after. No time spared for coitus covers. Lizzie’s pale thighs part wantonly, elegantly arched back like a preening bird. YOUR preening bird, now availing herself to whatever fried your drive.
Greedy hands grab and squeeze purchased flesh, molding it around raging hard on, fucking in, out, working stiff shaft between butter cheeks, the perfect fit to your eyes. Lizzie muffles lewd moans in mattress, but there’s no disguising her body’s eager response as you split her open.
“Ravage me,” she whimpers. “Ruin me for any other cock.” Urging you on, handing you license to serve as carnal stud. Suddenly she flips over, spreads splaying thighs and thrusts hips up in blatant offering.
Your wayward wand dives clean home into slick awaiting tunnel, shears wet velvet. Lizzie bucks, head lobbed back, a live wire. “Fuck me, yes, YES! HARDER!”
Falling into rhythm, you rut her ruthlessly, the sounds of flesh slapping, bones cracking and broken moans a sordid melody. Lizzie beams like an angel, receptor of guilty pleasures, taking your troubling with unknowing bliss, transparent sinner to selfish boon.
Quaking, drifting, Slut skirts the edge as you pound, immoral pace stoking fires in her loins, tightening pussy walls, toeing imaginary lines shimmering in the distance. Whoups! Lizzie comes with a startled cry, a burst of nectar dousing your invading meat, loosing you on the whistle.
Menageums the boon, thrusts pounding Lizzie through the aftershocks of delight, reaming her sated pussy, each stroke peeling away slivers of sanity, only to be replaced with drooling satisfaction. Elizabeth wallows Wanton, loving each throbbing press deep inside.
Finally, with a roar, you’re tumbling over, fuck-body spasming as fleets of semen flood steaming depths, warm seed painting lover’s walls, spoiling her so sweetly. Her stomach bulges, conquered, keeping pace with the richness of your load.
It’s over. Curling together intimately, sweat-sheened chests heave in sync, passion running its course. Lizzie strokes your face, gives a contented sigh. Nothing left to be done but bask in the splendid wreckage of the evening’s depravity. Hopefully there will be many more to come.
