Filthy Desire

ening, the ho

really hot guy at the mall and he'd invited her out. Allen had only replied

in a pan, when soft footsteps came down the s

dy. The fabric dipped low between her breasts and barely covered her hips. She walked over, hopped up onto the

ice light, teasing. "Better

He turned the stove o

angerous game walki

ng her legs a little. "

mber sat sideways against his chest while they ate. It didn't last long. Allen kept s

macked the side o

up her

d, not lo

miring the beauty

unny. N

high. His thumb stroked slow circles higher and higher until his fingers brushed the soft, st

wo of his thick fingers pushed inside her without warn

len

tood, hauled her up, and set her bare ass on the kitchen counter. The cold marble made her gasp. He stepped be

n't ea

ht, wet heat. Ember cried out, head falling back against the upper cabinets. Allen didn't give her time to adjust. H

d, pounding into her. "Sti

er's breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. He leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth, and bit just hard enough to make her moan louder

ock with a broken cry. The hot rush of fluid spilled onto the counter and ran down his balls. Allen didn't sl

ainst her breast, still thru

cond orgasm ripped through her harder than the first. She screamed, body jerking violently, squirting again - harder this time -

back into her from behind in one powerful stroke and started fucking her even more mercilessly. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back; the other gr

rough and low. "Take every fu

th a high, shattered cry, squirting so hard it ran down her thighs in thick streams and dripped onto the kitchen floor. He

ck ropes of cum. He kept grinding deep as he emptied into her, pushing every drop as far inside a

heavily, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other stroking slo

id he lean down and press a rough

cold," h

s cum down her thighs, managed a weak,