“So then Mr. Cy” Clarissa started to say as she straddled his lap, “is there anything else you would like to have for dinner?” Throwing her hair over her shoulder, draping her arms over his. “Besides pasta (tasting his lips, rubbing her pussy lips over his cock) after all you already have me naked” Clarissa cooed. Squeezing her triple S’s together, wanting to smother him with them while she pounds his cock. “A appetizer before dinner” offering her tits for his hungry mouth to devour. The taste of his lips once again made Clarissa shutter. Sliding off his lap, feeling his cock, so hard, so long as it grazed her asshole then the long torturous grind as it press her pussy. “Mmmm..” she moaned in his ear for only him to enjoy. Nuzzling his neck as his fat cock skimmed her clit, the head flicking her clit. Clarissa still sank down past the point of standing. Licking his bulbous head, cleaning her cum from from it. “Oopsie, what a mess I’ve made” gripping his man meat, her hand barely able to close around it. Giving that shy little smirk, “Let me clean it up..” The taste of her cum all over his cock brought back so many fleeting memories of there first date. About how bad he wanted to pound her ass butt settled for her tight cunt. About the struggles she had about giving him head. Looking up at him, “This is only for the clean up.” Giving that sheepish grin at the end as his cock disappeared down her throat. “You are so fucking bad Clarissa.. Mmm fuck, I should just (reaching out to seize her head in his hand) pound on your fuckkking ass like a good little Slut deserves butt (stopping her sucking was the hardest thing he has ever had to do)..” pulling her off of his cock. Watching the dripping rod as it came out of her mouth. “Butt perhaps I will take your appetizer” his strong grip brought two things to the forefront. One was pain, to have her triple S’s being man handled so roughly, to be directed no matter where they needed to be. The second was cum, a lot of it all from Clarissa’s creamy pussy. “Yes Sir Mas..” the words being choked off by the sudden urge to cum again. Cy let his hand cup her ass. Pulling on her cheek, “You want my cock don’t you my little Slut..” letting the slut drag out. Blushing from her pet name, wanting to drain his cock from the sound of his voice, cuming for the hell of it. Gripping where he was cupping, his middle finger pressing against her asshole. “Take me, take me now” breaking his hold on her. Mounting the couch, thrusting her ass out, “Fill my holes with your” turning to look into his eyes, hair trickling down her face. A sharp spank to Clarissa’s ass, pulling her blonde head back. “You are so bad maybe I’ll just..” the silence was only one sided. “Oh fuck Mmm.. Oh yesss Ooo..” her hips jerking as his tongue drilled Clarissa pussy. Licking from clit to asshole, flicking her clit, diving deep into her darkest desire, lapping her pussy till Clarissa’s world was turned upside down. The smell of burnt pasta filled the air butt Cy was not done with his appetizer, Clarissa.
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