Author: ElanFields

“Move your leg over.” A firm hand pressed down in concert with the command. The weight behind it, the raspy heavy voice, pressed deeper.
“Unnnnn-yes.” Feeling the tapered end press against him, he knew he had to focus on relaxing. It was only going to get thicker as it entered, and it was going to happen fast.
“That’s it boy. Give me that.” Shifting his hand up to grasp the nape of the young man’s neck, he pressed with more weight into him, pinning him to the trunk of the car. With his free hand he Jonny lined himself up and began pressing. The resistance was present, at first, then he was given free access in. He felt that familiar warmth begins to hug him as he descended further.
“Oooooo that’s big.” Still tasting Jonny on his breath, all his breath was pushed out as he was pressed, uncomfortably, against his car’s trunk. Jonny’s free hand landed on the metal next to his face. He saw the shining silver band on his finger, focused with dazed eyes, he felt his body jerk sharply with every thrust.

 

*I wonder what type of woman this guy is with?* Read more »

She wasn’t bent over long before my eyes caught a bit of cheek peeking out from underneath her very tight skirt. Every little movement she made left her reaching down to tug at the hem of the skirt. Otherwise, she would be exposed very quickly.

The black tights did a decent job of hiding the ink’d legs behind a moderately sheer fabric, but it was obvious she was someone who would enjoy showing off, certainly with several thousand invested into each leg alone.

She spun around with the file in her right hand while the left continued tugging at the hem.
“Here’s your file you request….ed…” Catching my eyes mid-eye-fucking, I had no way to dodge what potentially would be coming next. “I’ll jot my number down in case you have any…questions you might want to ask me at a later…date.” Punching the last word as her pen made quick work, she attached the blue sticky note to the file and handed it over. Read more »