Page 70 of Meet Stan

“Well, I thought you’d sneak me off somewhere during the reception and throw my skirt up to consummate this here marriage, but our relatives never gave us the chance.”

“No, the rat bastards, they did not.” He reached out and took my wrist. I squealed as he dragged me into his lap. My laugh faded as he gave me a truly molten look.

He mashed his lips on top of my own, tongue probing inside to lash against my own. He caressed my breasts with his palm, alternating between them as he molded and squeezed them to his whims.

“God, I love playing with your body,” he moaned.

I cried out as a tremble shot through my body, with the epicenter in my clitoris. He slipped a hand down between my thighs. His fingers curled in and found my already wet pussy, rubbing and teasing the swollen lips.

“I see your little pussy is wet,” he growled.

“Yes, it is,” I gasped. “That feels so good.”

“Oh, you like it when I touch you like this?” His fingers insinuated themselves into my soft folds. I moaned as he used a pussy juice slickened knuckle to rub my clit. He slid down until he knelt on the floor of the limo. Stan pushed my thighs apart and shoved his face into my pussy.

I cried out as he lapped at my juices. He ran his finger between my swollen pussy lips, making plenty of sexy grunt and growls. He didn’t just enjoy eating my pussy. Stan reveled in eating my pussy.

He mouthed my inner lips, his tongue slipping in and gently teasing me open even wider. Stan sucked on my outer labia, stretching them while his fingers stroked over my clit with increasing speed.

“Oh god,” I cried. “Oh god, don’t stop, please.”

He pushed fingers into my pussy, stretching my lip out like taffy. The combination of sensation, and most of all his juice-slickened fingers stroking my clitoris, proved to be the ideal combination for that moment.

My mouth flew open and I arched my back, cumming insanely hard. I let out a series of screams, my voice growing more ragged with each one. I squirted all over Stan’s face, but he didn’t even slow down. He kept right on eating me out.

I started to come back down, but he caught me with nimble ministrations of his tongue and moved me right back up again. Stan enveloped my clitoris, hood and all, inside of his mouth. Then he sucked, noisy, wetly, and my eyes rolled back as my entire body shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

I let out a piercing scream, then flopped around on the seat like a fish. He got up on the seat beside me, struggling out of his clothes.

His magnificent cock came into view, and I just had to touch it. My fingers wouldn’t quite go all the way around his thick, veined shaft. I watched as a big squishy vein pulsed near my thumb.

I looked him in the eye as I bent down and licked his crown. He gasped, eyes squeezing shut and watering as I enveloped the crown inside my mouth. I sucked with varying speed and intensity, feeling him get hard as a rock inside my mouth.

“That’s it,” he growled. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to feel myself buried inside that tight little pussy.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth off of him. I gasped as he dragged me into a different position on his lap, so my legs straddled him. I lifted my haunches and positioned myself over his erect cock.

I moaned as his crown pushed past my slippery, swollen pussy lips. Inch by inch, he invaded my pussy as I lowered myself onto his lap. My eyes squeezed shut as it went in all the way, my body flush with his own.

“Oh my god,” I groaned. “I feel so full.”

He kissed my neck, his lips and tongue sliding along my skin. I rocked my hips hard toward him, rewarded by intense pulses of pleasure which shot through my pussy to spread to the rest of my body like wildfire.

I swiveled my hips, gyrating like a whirling dervish in his lap. It felt so good to ride his cock. My weight pushed him deep inside of me. He hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up, moving in concert with my body. I rode his cock up and down, my cries growing louder and shriller as I approached the precipice of orgasm.

I leaned against him, panting, whimpering like an animal in need. I was so close, so very close. I rode him hard, surfing the waves of ecstasy shooting through my body at the tip of his cock.

It built up until fireworks exploded behind my eyelids, wreaking havoc on my brain. I lost all control, thrashing and writhing and shaking all over his lap as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

He cradled me to his body as the aftershocks continued to push me along like ocean waves. I tensed and gasped, little soft moans and cries escaping my parted lips as he laid me onto the seat.

Stan caressed the hair out of my eyes and smiled down at me. I smiled weakly up at him, my limbs trembling like they had rubber bones.

“Oh my god, baby,” he said, kissing me. “That was so hot.”

“Yeah it was,” I said, then I gave him a wicked grin.

“What?

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