Page 457 of S is for SEX

I widened my stance, arched my back, and looked down at the desk.

And his tongue started licking my already dripping pussy. He pressed his mouth against me hard and began sucking my clit. His nose tickled my pussy lips as he sucked. I bent my knees and pressed hard against his face. He slurped and sucked loudly, groaning as he squeezed my thighs in his hand. I felt myself start to tingle. Oh. God. Focus Kelli.

Alabama Shakes, Hold On played in the background.

As he slurped and sucked I started to shake. Focus Kelli…listen to the music.

My legs quivered.

Fuck the music. This is about me.

I bent my knees and pressed my ass hard against his face and relaxed. I looked out at the street. As people got into their car in the parking lot, I screamed.

“I’m going to cum all over your face,” I screamed.

And I came.

And screamed.

And he slurped and sucked my clit.

“Oh my fucking God, Erik…I’m going to cum…again. Suck my clit. Suck my clit. Suck my fucking…Oh my God…I’m…fuck yes…oh fuck,” I screamed.

And I came. Again. And again. And again.

My legs quivered. I lifted my foot from the desk and shook it.

He pulled his face from between my legs and stood. He positioned himself behind me, pressing against my ass. I moved my feet closer to the window and raised my hands. He grabbed my hair in his hand, pulled lightly, and whispered in my ear.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, “you always make me proud of you, baby.”

His breath in my ear combined with what he said made me quiver. He reached in front of me and fingered my pussy from the front. I wiggled and squirmed as his fingers spread my pussy open. As I felt him start to slip inside of me, I relaxed and pushed against him. I widened my hands on the glass and turned my head to the side as he pulled my hair back.

“Fuck me. Fuck me like you own me, Erik. Fuck me like you own me, because you do.” I faced the window, gritted my teeth and waited.

And slowly, he began to slide in and out. He dropped my hair and both hands slid to my neck.

I relaxed and looked back as he repositioned, his feet close to the back edge of the desk.

As he squeezed my neck in his hands, he began to find his rhythm. He slowly and steadily slid in and out of my wet pussy as he squeezed my neck.

And, as Radio Moscow, 250 Miles started to play, his cock swelled.

I turned my head as he squeezed my neck.

“Cum inside of me while this song’s playing. Please. Cum in me,” I whispered.

I turned and closed my eyes.

And as I began to contract, he swelled inside of me.

“I’m going to cum in you, baby girl,” he said in a raspy mutter.

I relaxed my legs and came. Harder than I ever have. As I bit my lower lip, and tried to listen to the music, he began to groan.

And he exploded inside of me.

As I smiled and exhaled, he groaned, took a few more strokes, and stopped.

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