Page 467 of S is for SEX

I opened my mouth.

He guided his cock into my mouth and began to work his hips back and forth.

“You, Kelli,” he took a breath and looked down.

He stroked his cock in and out of my mouth twice, pressing hard as he went into my throat, forcing all of himself into my mouth.

“You’re a mouthy,” he shook his head.

He pressed my head hard against the wall of the garage, his balls against my lips. His hips pressed against my face. I could not breathe at all. My eyes watered and my throat convulsed. He held himself deep in my throat, pressing hard.

The music shook the garage wall. I felt the vibrations against the back of my head. I tried to concentrate on the music and forget the breathing.

“Kelli, you’re a mouthy little,” he paused.

Slowly, he pulled himself from my mouth.

As his cock passed my lips, I coughed and gasped.

“Fucker,” I gasped, “I’m a mouthy little fucker.”

Saliva dripped from my mouth and chin onto my dress.

“Yes, you are. Now stand up and turn around. Put your hands on the wall,” he pointed to the wall as he shook his head from side to side.

I tried to stand as my legs shook. My bruised butt and thighs hurt. I stood and turned around, facing the wall. I could feel my wetness between my legs as I rotated. I raised my hands up even with my shoulders and pressed my palms against the wall.

“How am I going to fuck you with your panties on, Kelli? I wonder about you sometimes,” he said in an irritated tone as he reached into my dress.

“Take your fucking panties off, dork. Why in the fuck are you wearing panties?” he asked.

I reached down and pushed my panties down my thighs and worked them to my calves. My pussy was soaked. I raised my feet one at a time and removed my panties. I dropped them on the ground beside me.

What was I thinking?

“I asked you a question, baby girl,” he snapped.

“I don’t know,” I responded as I raised my hands to the wall.

“Excuse me?” he interrupted as he kicked my feet apart.

“Sir, I don’t know sir,” I corrected myself.

God he turns me on so much. I love this. I just love it.

My legs were shaking and my arms quivered. He lifted my dress above my waist and held it there. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. As he slid inside of me, I gasped.

“You like that big cock, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked as his right hand slipped past my shoulder to my neck.

I nodded my head excitedly and bit my lower lip.

“I asked you a question,” he muttered softly.

“Yes, yes sir. I love your cock,” my voice cracked when I answered.

He leaned into me. His chest was against my back, and his hips pressed against my butt.

“Your little pussy is a mess, Kelli. It’s soaking wet. Did that turn you on? That little face fucking I gave you?” he whispered into my ear.

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