Page 458 of S is for SEX

His hands slid to my breasts, and he cupped them in his hands. His chest rested against my back.

“Don’t you dare move,” he whispered in my ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m….well, I’m sensitive. My cock, it’s like hyper-sensitive,” he whispered.

I stood for a a long second, my hands against the glass. I looked back at his feet, which were still by the edge of the desk. One step back, and he’d certainly fall. Quickly, I thrust my hips toward the glass. His cock flopped from inside of me. I spun around, facing him.

“Hey, what the fuck…” he screamed.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his ass in my hands and opened my mouth. I moved my head to meet his cock, and shoved my head forward, taking all of it into my throat. I coughed and my throat convulsed. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft as fast as I could.

“Stop, God damn it. Stop, it’s sensitive,” he half screamed, half laughed.

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and grabbed it in my hand, stroking it as fast as I could.

“Fuck fest, remember? Till someone taps out,” I said as I looked up and smiled.

I guided his cock back into my mouth and slid it down my throat. I felt his cum oozing from inside of my pussy and down my leg. I held it in my throat, and pressed hard, making my throat convulse on his half hard cock.

I forced my lips against his balls and stuck out my tongue.

And I growled.

His hand hit the window.

Smack!

And again.

Smack!

I forced him deeper in my throat, growled, looked up, and waited.

“You little fucker…” he screamed as his hand came back for the third...

Smack!

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