Armando laughs. “Ma’am, it takes at least three to fill our tanks halfway.”
Samantha grimaces. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I unwrap the sausage and eat it in three bites.
“Come on,” she pulls my hand. “Walk with me.”
I follow her into the venue, which is still closed, to the backstage bathroom.
“Why did you bring me here?” I ask just outside the room.
She gestures inside. “I thought you might want to relive our conception story.”
Oh, hell. There isn’t a force on this earth that could keep me out of that bathroom.
Once inside, Samantha goes to her knees and undoes my belt, pulling my pants and boxers down.
“Haven’t you been sick?”
“It’s mostly smells that set me off, but there is a slight risk involved, so if you’d like me to stop?—”
“No, you’re fine,” I rush out.
At the same moment her pretty lips close around my head, I grab a fistful of her hair and urge her down my length.
She looks up at me with smoldering eyes that light a spark in me I can hardly hope to contain. She’s going to make me fucking lose it.
And she knows it.
The vibrations from her moans around my girth have me leaking pre-cum, and the way she makes a show of lapping it up has me racing to the finish line.
But as much as I’d love to come in her sinful, hellcat mouth, or even on her face, her pussy is what calls to me.
I pull her to her feet, yank her pants down, and turn her so that she’s facing the sink. Then, I push her forward, bending her every so slightly.
With one hand, I force her head up so that she’s looking in the mirror and growl, “Look me in the eye.”
She mewls with need, grinding back against my cock, driving me to madness. As much as I’d love to tease her and draw this out, there’s no fucking time for that.
With every thrust into her tight, wet pussy, Samantha cries in torment, her hands clutching the sides of the sink, her hips bucking to meet mine. Hungry for more of her, I reach up her shirt with my free hand and pull her stretchy sports bra up, freeing her lush tits.
Her stiff nipples all but beg to be teased, and when I do, she loses it.
“Need…more…”
I move my hand between her thighs to work her clit, massaging it in rhythm with my thrusts as she writhes against the sink.
“Tox-ic…”she cries, throwing her head back as she finally lets go.
She falls forward, her pussy throbbing around my aching cock. With an angry howl, I detonate, filling her channel with thick ropes of cum I long to bathe her in.
Samantha takes it all, her needy cunt clenching tighter and tighter as she moans obscene sounds anyone backstage could hear.
I don’t fucking care.
After squeezing the last of my seed into her, I pull Samantha to her feet, and when she groans about my cum dripping down her thighs, I bring my fingers to her sopping wet pussy and push it back in.
“You’re so goddamn filthy,” she says as though she’s just now realized it.
