“Shut up!” His tone was firm and unrelenting.
Tracy did as ordered. Who in the hell was she fooling? She wanted him.
He snaked his fingers into her dampened panties and massaged merciless circles into her clit. Tracy inhaled sharply and allowed her head to fall to his chest. But Francis used the grip that he had on her hair to pull her head back. He wasn’t about the let her hide.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he gave her what she so desperately needed.
He kneaded her neglected clit until she began to pant uncontrollably.
“Francis,” she breathed.
Tracy didn’t even pretend to hide her desperation as he rubbed torturous rings against her throbbing clit.
“Ohh…G-please,” she begged without shame.
Thankfully, Francis was in a giving mood. Tracy couldn’t contain her excitement as he tore the seat of her panties and hoisted her up on the sink. He made quick work of unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He continued to kiss her with fervent passion, maintaining a firm hold on her hair as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn't bolt. But Francis was terribly mistaken if he thought for one minute that Tracy had the power to leave. Especially after he pulled his pants down enough for his thick dick to slap her thigh.
Since one hand was securing her hair, Francis gripped her hip with the other and pulled her to the edge of the sink. He grounded the engorged head of his dick over her clit, then around her eager entrance. With his dick, he was spreading her juices over her throbbing pussy. When he pressed against her opening, Tracy stilled herself in preparation for his invasion. But when he pushed inside of her, she realized that there was no way to prepare for the sheer size of him.
“Aghhh shit!” Tracy shouted, tearing her lips from his.
Her initial reaction was to retreat by scooting back, but Francis gripped her hip and tightened his hold on her hair, ensuring that she stayed in place. There was no escaping. Tracy had no other choice but to accept the big dick that he was giving her.
“Um…paradiso, bella. This pussy is heaven,” Francis growled.
He yanked her head back, giving him access to her neck. He sucked her neck and fucked her pussy as if she belonged to him. Hell, in that moment, she did. He had taken possession. Tracy cried out as his thrusts became less than polite. The pain to her scalp and the pleasure of his dick was an orgasmic contradiction.
“Damn, Francis!”
Francis released her hair and placed her back gently against the mirror. He eased the top of her dress, along with her bra, under her breasts. Without missing a stroke, he leaned in, placing her hard, tender nipple in his mouth. He sucked and flicked as he drove forcefully into her. Tracy cried out, thankful for the loud music outside of the bathroom. Tracy was on the verge of an inevitable orgasm as his dick vigorously massaged her inner walls. His strokes were rhythmic as he pushed deeper and harder into her. Tracy couldn’t take it. She had climbed to a level of ecstasy where there was nowhere else to go but down. So she fell. Hard. It seemed as if every cell in her body had simultaneously exploded.
“Ohhhhhhhh, yessss! I’m coming!”
She sank against the mirror as her pussy pulsed around his dick. Fully spent, Tracy struggled to catch her breath. Francis stood upright, tightening his grip on her ass, and rocketed in and out of her. Tracy sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was holding on for dear life. The way he was fucking her, grunting loudly with each powerful thrust, one would swear that he was angry. Francis mercilessly worked her pussy over until they were both in a frenzy.
Fuck!
To Tracy’s wonderment, she was coming again. But this time, Francis was coming with her.
“Dio mio, Tracy, you have the best pussy,” he choked.
As his dick throbbed and emptied inside of her, he muttered words that weren’t English. But other than her labored breathing, Tracy was silent. Francis had just fucked her so well that she couldn’t even begin form words.
