Pop Racer's assistant - Sex Stories

Pop Racer's assistant

... him, as if he wants to grind every possible centimeter of himself into his lovely, sexy, nasty Noon. Those same strong hands now work up her body, over her jumpsuit-covered stomach and into the opening to her exposed chest. Big hands grip their prize, her hot breasts. He mashes and mauls them in his passion, the fabric of her her biting delightfully into her sensitive flesh as she raise up and arch herself back onto him, her shoulders pressing into his big chest, his breathe like a snorting bull in her ears as his thick lips nibble and suck her neck and ears, tasting the sexy sweat he is pounding from her. She wail a long, pitiful song of joy as she begin to cum hard on his dick, Pop's belly so hot on her ass and lower back while he holds her like a bear on a fawn in his grasp, growling deep until his own volcanic seed erupts with terrible fury, his shout of, "GrrrrrrrAAARRRGGGHHH!" drowning out her own wail of happiness as he jerks his hip, bouncing her up once, then twice, then a third time. They both standing upright in the garage now, joined at the hip, his massive cock a rigid pin skewering her wet, weeping hole, she twisting body suspended upright on his pole. Mighty hands make her breasts feel as if they would explode with the force with which he holds her, but still she grind her ...

... ass back onto him, squeezing out one more orgasm as her mind fills with sparkling lights of pleasure. She feel kisses and little sucks on her neck and the sides of her face as Pops basks in the glow of seeding his beautiful assistant, his most trusted Noon. She's like a small child in his arms as he holds her, impaled on his still-rigid cock while she cool down, her senses slowly returning to the dark, dusty garage. Gently he raises her and with a squelch of fluid, his fat dick bursts free, the plentiful cum he had pressure-hosed into her dripping in thick streamers from her gaping, red hole. Shakily taking her feet, she turn to the sweaty, shining face of Pops and she stand on her tip-toes, kissing him slowly and sensually on the lips, showing him who really loves him the most. Soon they are both merrily cleaning the garage and putting away the tools; as she bend over to close a locker, she notice Pops sneaking a look at hers perfect ass through the torn coveralls she's wearing. She shake het butt like a dog and stick her tongue out at him, then giggle and grin at him for looking. Pops chuckles and as he turns out the last light, takes her by the hand as they both leave. She wonder if they both will make it all the way to his bed before one of them breaks down and attacks the other again...