Sign Up | Log In

Home | My Home | Discuss | Contact


 


Fugitive Hooters: | GeorgeTasker | 2

 

Denise smiles at your request and leans back, peeling her wet t-shirt up and over her head, letting her big tits drop free. You let out an involuntary moan and sit up, your hands closing over her tits and squeezing them even as you bury your face in her cleavage.

Denise moans and holds the back of your head while you feed on her nipples, hungrily sucking on them as your hands massage and grope her ample tit-flesh. She rolls her hips downwards, grinding her hot pussy against your bulging cock, humping you through her panties as your mouth and hands work her tits over.

Suddenly you take charge, spinning her onto her back and straddling her. You bend forwards again and taste the warm softness of her big breasts, your hot tongue sliding up her cleavage and across each nipple.

Smiling in anticipation you move up the bed and straddle Denise's chest, letting your hard cock fall between the upthrust cones of her breasts. Denise grins in understand and pushes the heavy orbs together, forming a fantastic sheath around your dick. You moan softly at the wonderful feel of her big tits pillowed around your manhood, then begin to roll your hips, pumping your shaft up and down her cleavage, fucking her tits.

Denise arches her head up, catching the head of your cock on each thrust in her mouth and sucking urgently on it before you draw back to hump against her tits again.

"Oh God!" you groan, holding onto the headboard of the bed and thrusting your trembling member against her lovely boobs.

 

Suddenly you hear a bell...


          Reality isn't too bad either

          Just a little longer

          You accidently knocked the bell off the nightstand, ringing for the maid.

 
 

view story map | bookmark thread | report thread

Login or Signup