Page 483 of S is for SEX

“No.”

I pulled her hair. She arched her back more. The washing machine wobbled furiously.

“Press your fucking titties to the washer and count, damn it,” I growled through clenched teeth.

“Seventeen. Eighteen. Oh God. God. I’m going…I’m gonna…”

“You better not say cum,” I reminded her in a stern tone.

I slowed my pace of fucking her.

“Twenty. Twenty-one….oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she squealed.

She bent and straightened her knees.

“Now? Can I…”

“Goddamnit, No!”

I slid my cock from inside her pussy. Using my left hand, I reached down and wiped my index finger against her pussy. It was soaking wet. I took my now wet finger and slid it up the crack of her ass. As I guided my cock back into her pussy, I slowly slid my left index finger into her ass.

Slowly, I slid my finger in and out of her ass. She began to moan. I then slid my cock deep inside of her. And I held it there.

“Count,” I demanded.

“Uhhmm. Oh. Twenty-five. Yeah, twenty-five,” she said.

I began to slowly work my cock and finger in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. As I did, she counted.

“Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one,” she bit her lower lip and mumbled as she spoke.

“Oh God, uhhmm. Now?” she begged.

“No, that’s it. Don’t ask again.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me,” I responded.

I continued to fuck her slowly.

“Oh God. Oh…my..Uhhmm. Oh my. Uhhmm. Thirty-two. Oh God,” she shook her head.

“Hot. Hot. Uhhmm, thirty. Hot…it’s hot,” she started to turn around.

“Tits on the washer, and count,” I demanded as I pulled her hair harder.

“Oh. Uhhmm, Oh fuck. God. Uhhmm thirty something, Oh God,” she mumbled as I sped up my pace.

“Fuck it Kelli, cum. Cum. Just fucking cum,” I shouted as I began to fuck her faster.

I pounded my cock in and out of her pussy. My finger worked in and out of her ass as I fucked her. As I fucked her ass and wet pussy, I tightened my strain on her hair.

“Oh God…Oh God Erik,” she squeaked.

I fucked her harder.

The washing machine wobbled.

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