Lincoln pulled a condom from his pocket. Donna pushed herself off the wall, prepared to push past Lincoln. After all, they were in a pantry. Was he planning to fuck her on a shelf with the canned green beans?
As it seemed, that was indeed the plan. In less than a second, he had lifted her off of her feet and guided her legs around his waist. He reached under her and positioned the thick head of his dick near the mouth of her very wet pussy.
“Lincoln,” Donna protested. “There is a house full of—”
Her protest was stifled when he impaled her with his super-hard, massive dick.
“Aghhh!” She cried out as her body struggled to accommodate his size.
“Shhh,” he urged as he eased out and pushed back in.
His invasion was so overwhelming, Donna was no longer thinking about being quiet. If Lincoln wanted to be discreet, maybe he shouldn’t have shoved his giant dick in her. Maybe he shouldn’t have cupped her ass and fucked her with the skillfulness of a porn star.
Donna clutched his back and bounced up and down, matching his rhythm. With each stroke, she swallowed as much of him as she could into her pussy. Her fingers dug into his back, his finger dug into the globes of her ass, and between the grunting and heavy breathing, neither of them were all that concerned with discretion.
Donna’s entire body trembled as her orgasm washed through her like a tsunami.
“Oh, God!” she exhaled.
As she was hit by wave after amazing wave of ecstasy, her pussy throbbed, clutching his dick. The sensation must’ve elicited his own release. He wrapped an arm tightly around her waist pushed into her with feverish ambition until he was groaning and pumping warm semen into the plastic barrier.
“Goddamn it!” he blurted through gritted teeth as he poured into her.
He pressed his forehead to the wall and peppered sweet kisses along her collarbone.
“Damn, Donatella,” he whimpered breathlessly.
Damnwas her sentiments exactly.
After allowing himself a few seconds to catch his breath, he steadied her on her feet. He fixed his pants, buckled his belt, and retrieved her torn panties from the floor. He stuffed them in his pocket and watched while she adjusted her dress.
Donna was confused by the frown etched across his face. They’d just had amazing sex and ridiculous orgasms.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked curiously while finger combing her hair.
“Not a thing, doll. But you better get going.Nobodymight be getting thirsty.”
Before she could respond, not that she had a response, he opened the door and left her alone in the food pantry.
