Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... Frank's earlobe, her freshly painted fingernails digging into his back. Frank was making grunting noises as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hoisted her to her tip toes, burring his face in her incredible chest. Cindy's loins were on fire, she was so wet feeling Frank's animal lust for her, she began to soak through and had a tiny dribble run down one leg. Frank continued to grope Cindy, one hand rubbing her thigh, one hand though the dress slit and massaging her ass cheek. Cindy loved the grunting Frank was making and strong unstoppable grips his hands were making of her flesh, she had done it! She had taken her lover to the edge. Soon she would drop to her knees and make Frank cum like his body never had before. Cindy did get his body to cum like never before, but not how she thought she would. Frank spun Cindy around to grope her from the other side. On had was up cupping her breast, jiggling it and the one attached to it. He loved how her firm breasts felt under the padding. It was like an exquisite pillow, of perfect dimension and strength. It turned him on so much! He reached into her skirt and got his fingers in her panties to start masturbating her. He couldn't believe how wet she was! As he began to massage her, she naturally tensed back and this into Frank. He hard erection pushed up and pressed against his stomach. Cindy was now at a different height than Frank was used to. His base and balls were not resting on her ass, they were pushed up right ...

... underneath her bubble butt. Holy Fuck! Frank thought as he sucked her neck and pushed his hand into the bra from above pulling out one of Cindy's breast. The beautiful globe squeezed and retracted so wonderfully. Frank peeked down at it as he nibbled on Cindy's shoulder blade. Frank kept grinding into Cindy and Cindy was moaning and grinding right back into Frank. Frank began to have a different type of orgasm, it was more internal mental as he fantasized about fucking Cindy, feeling his goddess from the inside, knowing her every nook and cranny. Frank's cock shot constant near orgasmic waves of pleasure but they were still mental, internal. Frank felt one after another, panting, sweating, groping, squeezing, licking, sucking. . . and fucking was what came next in his mind even though he didn't want to think it. It brought, Frank to a whole other level of lust and pleasure. Frank was grunting deeper and louder now, grinding so hard into Cindy that it was causing her to step forward in motion with him until she braced herself with her hands on the desk, her pelvis hitting the desk each time Frank pressed into her again. Frank began seeing fantasies spinning by his mind's eye. Cindy in a french maid outfit, in bunny costume, in a leather mini skirt, in lingerie, in a teddy, in cowboy boots and nothing else. Fucking her in missionary, doggy, cowgirl, sitting, standing, leaning. Cumming in her, thrusting away, pounding, hearing her moan and yell for more. Then the fantasy switched for a ...