Page 50 of Hot Ghoul Summer

“YOU KNOW WHAT’S NICE?” I kiss Molly’s ear as she sits in my lap.

“Having a roaring fire in the middle of summer?” Molly laughs and leans her naked body back into mine.

Tonight, we’re in my room, sprawled on my bed. The enchanted fireplace doesn’t add much heat, just ambience, letting me see my gorgeous girl in all her golden beauty, outlined by firelight.

“What’s nice is that if we get this taken care of tomorrow night, we still have a handful of days left on my vacation. We’ll go to the lake. Take walks.”

“Stay inside and have sex on the pool table?” Molly asks.

“I love you extra for that,” I shiver in anticipation. My hardness swells and nudges her delectably curvy rear. With less than subtle hands, I push my cock between her thighs and see if she takes the bait.

She does, leaning forward and then sitting back to impale my rod inside her warm, wet tunnel. It instantly clamps down on me. I reach around the front to make sure I don’t neglect stimulating her from the outside. I’m determined to be a good lover, the best she’s ever had. My fingers find her sensitive, thickened inner labia. I run my fingers over them, tugging gently.

“Oh, God. Like that,” Molly instantly soaks my cock, soft squeezes telling me how much she appreciates my attention.

I suck my fingers to wet them before flickering over her clit and sliding along each plump lip. “I’m going to devour you here when we’re done,” I whisper in her ear, biting down on her neck. I don’t let myself think about how this might be our last time if anything goes wrong.

“After?” Molly gasps as I take one of her breasts in my hand and start to massage it. Her nipples stand up hard and high. For a moment, I leave her pussy so that I can cup each breast, nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tugging steadily as I begin to fuck her.

“Yes. After. I’m not leaving this pretty peach until we’re both done.” I give her nipples a particularly firm tug and almost whine in pleasure when a chorus of fluttering squeezes claim my cock.

“After you come in me?”

“Mmhm.”

I feel her pussy loosen as wetness flows faster and thicker. “Ooh, Molly,” I purr in her ear, keeping my voice low. I’m blushing at what I said, and I think she’s shy to admit it, too, but both of us are aroused by the thought of experimentation.

“Maybe you didn’t mean it like that,” Molly whispers.

“I did. I meant it just like that. I want to lick you clean.”

“Oh! Oh, fuck.” Molly spasms hard and begins to rock on me, taking control of the rhythm.

“And I want you to clean me, too, love. Would you do that? Would you suck my cock after it’s been in your pussy?”

“You’re so bad.”

“I’m a monster, baby.”

“I love you. You’re my monster,” she whispers, shocking me with how easily she admits her love.

It’s probably the pleasure talking.

I’ll take it.

“Keep talking,” she whispers.

“I’ve been alone for years. I’ll talk your bloody ear off,” I growl, nipping her earlobe.

The slapping sound of her wet slit around my cock outdoes the lapping of Lake Erie outside the window. “Such a wet little quim, pet. You like it when I fill it, don’t you?”

“Fu-uck!” Her cry is hitched as I knead her clit while grinding myself up into her.

“Tell me. Partners share the conversation.”

Oh, and God, I am lucky.

She tells me at once. “I love when you come in me. I love when you come in me with both cocks,” she breathes, wet pussy slapping against me faster.

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