Page 9 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

I looked up at him. “Excuse me, sir. What do you think you’re doing with that condom?”

“Getting ready to join the mile-high club.”

I opened my mouth in shock. “You ordered a blowjob. That’s the second time you’ve acted completely inappropriate. I have half a mind to land this plane right now and kick your ass off. But luckily you’re really handsome. And my boyfriend lives out of town, so I’ve been so fucking horny.” I stood up and unbuttoned my jacket. Then I slid out of my skirt, leaving only my white lingerie.

Chad put the condom on and then hooked his fingers into my panties. But when he pulled them down, they got stuck on my garters.

“What the hell?” he muttered, trying again to pull them down.

“Just rip them off. I want you to fucking dominate me.” I bit my lip.

He pulled on either side of them, but he wasn’t strong enough.

Dude! Come on!

He tried again. But his face was getting red from straining.

“I got it.” I pushed him away and unhooked my garters from my stockings, allowing my panties to slide right down. I tried to kick them away, but there wasn’t enough room in this damned bathroom to do it properly.

I pushed Chad out of the way and jumped up onto the sink, with my legs spread invitingly.

Or at least…I thought it was inviting. But Chad just stood there.

“Ready?” I asked.

He nodded.

Then what are you waiting for? I sighed as I grabbed his cock and guided it into me. But he still didn’t take charge. He just sat there with it inside of me.

“Is everything okay, sir?” I asked.

“Give me a sec.”

I stared at him.

And then he finally started thrusting. But it was way too slow. Or maybe his cock was too small for me to feel it properly. God, I missed the Banana King’s thick monster. I moaned just thinking about what he had done to me.

“You like that?” groaned Chad.

“I’d like it even more if you went faster.”

“As you wish.” He started going so fast. Like…too fast. And he was only going back like half an inch on each thrust. It was like being fucked by the world’s tiniest jackhammer.

I pushed back against the mirror to try to get him to go deeper. But I couldn’t get any purchase on the slick surface. Or maybe he just couldn’t go any deeper…

“Harder,” I said.

He went back to his slow, boring thrusts.

God damn it! I needed to switch to a position where I was in change. But our options were limited in this little bathroom.

I pushed him backwards onto the toilet. And then I spun around and started riding him reverse cowgirl.

His fingers dug into my hips as I bounced up and down on his cock. But I couldn’t really feel much. It kinda seemed like I was just sitting on his lap repeatedly.

“Hold on,” he said. “I think it fell out.”

What the hell? How was that possible? Dicks didn’t just fall out. That wasn’t a thing. Gah, Chad!

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