Rounds - The Stairwell - Sex Stories

Rounds - The Stairwell

... could as his hand slid under her skirt. I could only imagine the pleasure he gave with that hand. His thumb circling her clit as another finger slid into her pussy. She rocked her hips to the rhythm of his hand. “Ah, shit . More ,” she said, biting her lip and grabbing his neck. He lifted her up and hitched her skirt to her waist. After she helped him with the condom, he slammed into her. Fast and hard, I could hear their bare skin rubbing together. My hands found my own nipples because I couldn’t help myself. I was super wet beneath my jeans. “Ohhhh, yeah.” The girl whimpered as her arms tightened around his neck. He buried his face in her neck as he moved his hips, thrusting into her. “Are you gonna come for me?” he asked her. “Yeeeesss. Make me come, baby. I’m close. Don’t stop,” she groaned. He dug into her hips with his fingers so tightly that I was sure her pale skin was going to bruise the next day. He slammed in and out of her and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. “Ahhhhh… fuck!!” she shouted as she came hard around him. He gritted his teach and gave her three more thrusts before exploding. My own breath hitched in my throat. I hadn’t realized that I was teasing my own pleasure button through my denim jeans. I was so aroused, I rushed through the rest of my rounds so I could go home and masturbate! And the entire time, I was thinking about that couple in the stairwell. Maybe being an RA has its perks at times. My first stint into voyeurism did not disappoint.