Page 7 of Manhattan Secret

More than good enough for me.

I’m already a wild man as I fish a hand into my open jeans, pulling out my raging cock from my black boxer briefs, quickly rolling on a condom.

I want to kiss her some more and lick the back of her neck and see how her wetness tastes directly on my mouth, but I crave the hit of her pussy on my cock. even more.

We both hiss with bliss when I hunch over her full back, my legs bracketing her tiny hips, using one hand to hold her steady, the other to notch in place. When I am, I circle her throat, my mouth by her ear, I suck the lobe to make her moan, “quiet, babe.” I say, fully aware of our surroundings.

The bar is busy, which means the ladies restroom will also get busy with traffic at any time.

It only adds to the eroticism of me fucking a gorgeous woman in a stall with her prone over the toilet, legs spread and her soaked pussy waiting for my first thrust.

I don’t make her wait, mainly because I’m desperate, and I’m right.

The second I get inside her it’s pure,blindingheaven.

When I get a good, hard rhythm going, skin slapping furiously together, I leave her hip and gather all her shoulder length hair in my hand, angling her head back so I can see the pleasure wash through her as her climax hits only minutes later, the gorgeous thing muffles her cry with her own hand. My climax, full force, comes right after, my vision dimming to everything but the way she takes a hard fucking from me.

Not done.

So not done.

I have her upright, my mouth attaches to hers, kissing like a maniac just let out of jail. She tastes of hot spice. Of sex andneed. Her tongue lashes and chases around mine, equally as frustrating that the sex is over, but yet still wanting more.

I give her my mouth and a nice slow finger-bang up against the wall. So tight, my eyeballs roll into the back of my skull with how good her clenching pussy feels sucking in my two fingers. Slick honey drips down my hand.

Swallowing her moans as she eats at my mouth and when she’s finished—when the gorgeous baby is shaking from head to toe in my arms—dripping down her own thighs, I’m fully locked, loaded and wrapped up to go again.

Loving her lightness, I grunt against the softness of her neck getting her up into my arms. She’s soft, pliable, her eyes so dreamy watching me as she winds her arms around my neck and her legs twist around my waist.

The tight squeeze in the stall means I have to brace my legs, bend a little to line us up before I’m able to shoot my desperate cock up inside her again.

Jesus, I’ve discovered my own personal heaven inside her.

She’s tight. Incredibly hot. Fucking my cock up from the inside of those quivering walls.

She murmurs inaudible, sexy words—pleading words, words to make me rush and take her faster.

God, she loves my hard fuck.

I’ve died and gone to pervert heaven.

She has me crazed, dangling on an edge I’ve never been to before.

Her muted keening sounds when I fill her down to the very root is the most addictive sounds I’ve ever heard before and I swallow to taste them for myself.

Ah, god. She’s the perfect fit.

Snug and hot.

Soaked on each inch of her walls fighting to push me out and yet sucks me back in at the same time.

“Oh, my god. Sandy! Listen! I think someone is fucking in there?”

“Oh, my god,” I’m guessing it’s the aforementioned Sandy who replies.

I smile wickedly against the brown mouse’s mouth as her eyes widen in shock. I make her squeak with an extra deep shove; her nails bore into my shoulders. “Fuck, that sounds hot. He’s giving her it good.”

Yeah, I am. I so fucking am.

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