The nylons digging into her skin are an addictive sensation and I use my fingers to slide under the black material, getting closer to her skin.
My lips wrap around her clit with my only focus being making her come all over my face.
Deep down I want her hands tangled in my hair and the sounds of her moans spurring me on.
The only thing I have to go off of is the way her cunt is dripping down my chin and her ass shaking in pleasure. But I want more.
I want to know what color her eyes are, and watch them roll back into her head when she comes on my tongue.
My fingers leave her nylons alone to finger her pussy while I lavish her with my tongue.
She tastes just as I remember, and I know there’s no trying to hold back this infatuation anymore.
I curl my fingers inside of her and there’s a bang against the wall before her cunt is clenching around my fingers and her taste is filling my tongue.
Typical, selfish me, I want more. And thankfully, she agreed to no condom tonight.
Her pussy is fluttering, and she’s dripping from her entrance to her ass. I want to fuck her there, but I don’t have the patience or the consent right now.
I use the wall for purchase as I fist myself, sliding the head of my cock up and down her slit, drenching myself with her cum—wishing there was no barrier between us.
When I slide into her warm, wet center, all I can think about is how badly I want to fist her hair and look into her eyes while she takes me. There’s this incessant need that’s festeringof wanting to know who she is, but more than anything, wanting her to know I’m the only man who can give her what she needs.
We don’t need a wall for me to bring her fantasies to life—not anymore.
I’m deep inside of her, my pelvis pressing against her round, firm ass as I use my thumb to rub her clit.
Her cunt is fluttering around my length and I know I’m not going to last long. The music in the room is loud and I wish I could shut it the fuck up just to get a glimpse of how she sounds while she comes.
Does she whimper? Is it more of a light moan or a scream?
I’ve never given much thought to the noises someone makes when they fall apart, but I find myself wanting to hear just exactly how I shatter my mystery woman.
My balls are tightening as my hips slap against her soft flesh and my wet fingers strum against her clit, needing her to come again.
I need her to want me—I need to know I’m not alone in this fucked-up madness.
Her pussy milks my cock and I fall apart, slamming into her, fucking her through her orgasm.
The music shifts to another song and there’s a low moan through the wall. I rest my head against the barrier between us as I spill inside of her, immediately craving more.
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OH FUCK
It’s irrational.
It’s crazy.
It’s fucking madness.
I keep telling myself over and over how stupid it is to want to find out who my mysterious Mr. Wayne is, but then, the perfect opportunity lands on my lap.
Avalon is doing a masquerade night right before the Fourth of July.
I can go, cover my face, be incognito and drop some little hints and see if maybe he’s curious too. Hoping I’m not alone in feeling this connection.
