Page 31 of Huge Pucking Play

“What are you doing?” she mouths.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m here to punish you. Just like I promised.”

Her eyes grow wide as I push her gently against the door. Our lips crash together, hungry and desperate.

"We really shouldn't," she whispers, even as her hands roam my chest. She rubs lightly on both my nipples and my dick jumps in my pants.

"Probably not. But I’m not really a rule follower," I murmur, lifting her onto the sink.

I reach for her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. My fingers move with urgency. I manage to undo just enough to expose her lacy bra. Gently, I ease her breasts free, marveling at their perfect shape.

I take one nipple into my mouth, savoring its hardness against my tongue. My other hand caresses her neglected breast, feeling it respond instantly to my touch. Cyn's breath is ragged.

"Oh God," she whispers, arching into me.

But I can see discomfort flicker across her face. The sink edge can’t be comfortable. We're cramped, limbs awkward in the tiny space.

How the hell do people do this? I wonder. The logistics seem impossible.

An idea strikes me. I guide Cyn off the sink, turning us around. Lowering the toilet lid, I sit, pulling her onto my lap. She straddles me, knees on either side of my hips.

"Better?" I murmur against her collarbone.

She nods, grinding against me. The new position allows her to take control. Her hands tangle in my hair as she kisses me deeply.

Cyn's sweater dress bunches around her waist as she straddles me. Her lacy panties brush against my straining zipper. I groan, hands gripping her hips.

"Shh," she whispers, pressing a finger to my lips. I grab that finger and place it in my mouth, sucking lightly while looking into her eyes.

Her fingers make quick work of my belt and zipper. I lift my hips, allowing her to push my pants and briefs down just enough.

Cyn's hand softly encircles my cock, moving with a gentle rhythm. I suppress a moan and press my face against her neck,inhaling her floral and feminine scent. "Are you ready?" she whispers.

"God, yes," I manage.

She pushes her panties aside and sinks down onto me in one fluid motion. We both gasp at the sensation. She's so tight, so wet.

Cyn starts to move, rocking against me. Her breasts bounce tantalizingly close to my face. I capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking gently.

"Oh fuck," she whimpers.

Her pace quickens, desperate and needy. I match her rhythm, thrusting up to meet her.

I can feel myself getting close already. The thrill of potentially getting caught, the way Cyn feels around me—it's all too much.

"I'm close," I pant, my fingers digging into her hips.

Cyn nods, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Me too."

She grinds down harder, her movements becoming erratic. I thrust up to meet her, feeling the tension build low in my belly.

Her dress bunches higher, exposing more of her creamy thighs. I slide one hand beneath the fabric, caressing the soft skin of her lower back. My other hand snakes between us, finding her clit. I put pressure on it just how I know she likes it.

Cyn's head falls back, her mouth open in a silent cry. Her inner walls clench around me, pulsing with her release. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge. I bury my face against her chest to muffle my groan as I explode inside her.

We stay like that for a moment, panting and trembling. Cyn peppers my face with light kisses, her fingers stroking through my hair. I hold her close, savoring the warm weight of her in my arms.

Reality slowly seeps back in. We're on a plane. In a tiny bathroom. With a whole team just outside the door.

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