regained her footing and arched her back. His cock felt so good in her aching pussy she started to come almost immediately. "Sam, I'm almost there, babe."
"God, me too, Ash." He gripped her hips and redoubled his thrusts.
Ashley imagined the electric blue dick stroking in, sliding out. Sam pushed again, held it.
"I gotta come now, gotta come now." His hips jerked against her butt. Eyes closed, Ash saw the Hunk pound into her, lift her. Her hand sneaked down to rub her clit, brushed against the engorged nub. A fire exploded in her, the pulsating orgasm releasing her pent up frustration. Her channel clasped Sam, stroking him as he sagged against her back.
He withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her. She rolled onto her back and lay panting.
"You okay?"
He nodded then shook his head. "What the hell happened?"
"How the fuck do I know?" Ash rose up on her elbow. "But my headache's gone. I didn't know sex would get rid of a hangover."
"You learn something new every day." Sam looked at her expectantly. "So what are you going to do now?"
"Find that son-of-a-bitch with the blue dick. He's got some explaining to do."
Day 2
It's Raining Men
His big frame dwarfed her. His dick stretched her in all the right ways. He pounded her pussy relentlessly, and she loved it. She grabbed the headboard, set her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips upward. The position arched her back and opened her even more so the cock drove deeper, hitting nerves that tingled and pulsed. He latched onto her breast. She moaned, straining up into him. The bed shook and the headboard clattered against the wall.
"You gonna come for me, Ash?" His husky voice made her every hair stand on end. He set the tip of his tongue against the peak of her nipple and licked around it, hard. Her pussy began to clench around his insistent cock.
"Yes, yes…"
"Yes, what? What's my name, Ash?" He stilled inside her and the tightening orgasm began to fade.
"No...no. I don't know. Wait!" The gorgeous man above her sat up, pulled out of her, leaving a void that ached like hell. "No, wait. You never told me your name." He moved off the bed.
"Wait!" Ashley sat up with a jerk, twitching with the unreleased passion from the dream. The throbbing ached deep inside her, so real it stole her breath.
"Shit!" She threw herself back onto the pillows, pulled one over her face trying to smother both herself and her frustration.
She'd watched that video incessantly last night, memorizing every move, every stroke her mystery man had made. Nothing resurfaced. As if her mind had been wiped clean of the incident. Ashley would never even have known it had happened if Sam hadn't caught it on tape. But the question of who this guy was killed her. Even in her sleep.
It wasn't as if she could take the computer around to her friends and say, "Do you know this guy with his dick in my pussy?"
How had he known her? That ate at her almost as much as the ache within. She tossed the pillow off her face and slid her hand down to feather through the thick curls at her groin. Might as well finish what the phantom cock started. She stroked along her outer lips, still slick from her dream lover's attentions. As her thumb brushed over her clitoris, Ash stopped. Not that it didn't feel good, but she knew what would feel better.
Shower massage.
With a grunt, she rolled off the side of the bed, pulled on her thin, floral print robe, and headed for the bathroom. As she passed his room, she called, "I'm in the shower, Sam."
She hoped their little indiscretion yesterday hadn't given him ideas about them getting back together.
Ashley hung her robe on the hook, opened the frosted sliding door and turned the shower on. She stepped into needles of hot water shooting out of the showerhead. Soon to be shooting onto her throbbing clit. She grabbed the Coconut Fantasies body wash and soaped up, breathing in the smell that made her long for a Pina Colada. Images of her mystery hunk resurfaced when
"God, me too, Ash." He gripped her hips and redoubled his thrusts.
Ashley imagined the electric blue dick stroking in, sliding out. Sam pushed again, held it.
"I gotta come now, gotta come now." His hips jerked against her butt. Eyes closed, Ash saw the Hunk pound into her, lift her. Her hand sneaked down to rub her clit, brushed against the engorged nub. A fire exploded in her, the pulsating orgasm releasing her pent up frustration. Her channel clasped Sam, stroking him as he sagged against her back.
He withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her. She rolled onto her back and lay panting.
"You okay?"
He nodded then shook his head. "What the hell happened?"
"How the fuck do I know?" Ash rose up on her elbow. "But my headache's gone. I didn't know sex would get rid of a hangover."
"You learn something new every day." Sam looked at her expectantly. "So what are you going to do now?"
"Find that son-of-a-bitch with the blue dick. He's got some explaining to do."
Day 2
It's Raining Men
His big frame dwarfed her. His dick stretched her in all the right ways. He pounded her pussy relentlessly, and she loved it. She grabbed the headboard, set her feet on the mattress and pushed her hips upward. The position arched her back and opened her even more so the cock drove deeper, hitting nerves that tingled and pulsed. He latched onto her breast. She moaned, straining up into him. The bed shook and the headboard clattered against the wall.
"You gonna come for me, Ash?" His husky voice made her every hair stand on end. He set the tip of his tongue against the peak of her nipple and licked around it, hard. Her pussy began to clench around his insistent cock.
"Yes, yes…"
"Yes, what? What's my name, Ash?" He stilled inside her and the tightening orgasm began to fade.
"No...no. I don't know. Wait!" The gorgeous man above her sat up, pulled out of her, leaving a void that ached like hell. "No, wait. You never told me your name." He moved off the bed.
"Wait!" Ashley sat up with a jerk, twitching with the unreleased passion from the dream. The throbbing ached deep inside her, so real it stole her breath.
"Shit!" She threw herself back onto the pillows, pulled one over her face trying to smother both herself and her frustration.
She'd watched that video incessantly last night, memorizing every move, every stroke her mystery man had made. Nothing resurfaced. As if her mind had been wiped clean of the incident. Ashley would never even have known it had happened if Sam hadn't caught it on tape. But the question of who this guy was killed her. Even in her sleep.
It wasn't as if she could take the computer around to her friends and say, "Do you know this guy with his dick in my pussy?"
How had he known her? That ate at her almost as much as the ache within. She tossed the pillow off her face and slid her hand down to feather through the thick curls at her groin. Might as well finish what the phantom cock started. She stroked along her outer lips, still slick from her dream lover's attentions. As her thumb brushed over her clitoris, Ash stopped. Not that it didn't feel good, but she knew what would feel better.
Shower massage.
With a grunt, she rolled off the side of the bed, pulled on her thin, floral print robe, and headed for the bathroom. As she passed his room, she called, "I'm in the shower, Sam."
She hoped their little indiscretion yesterday hadn't given him ideas about them getting back together.
Ashley hung her robe on the hook, opened the frosted sliding door and turned the shower on. She stepped into needles of hot water shooting out of the showerhead. Soon to be shooting onto her throbbing clit. She grabbed the Coconut Fantasies body wash and soaped up, breathing in the smell that made her long for a Pina Colada. Images of her mystery hunk resurfaced when
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