Miss Goody Two Shoes - Sex Stories

Miss Goody Two Shoes

... brilliantly and my juices were all spent. My orgasm sweeping over me, over us, like a tsunami. Miss Goody Two Shoes flushed away like a dying goldfish in a pan. "Now fuck it!" I told him urgently as I stood up and bent over the soaked couch. I looked back over my shoulder at him just as he thrust himself forward and into me. The wetness greeting him warmly. The size of him stretching my inner walls, threatening my cervix, who's protests would never be heard over my howling and begging. "Fuck it good!! Give it to meeeee!" I screamed, desperate to feel his hot seed filling me up. He grabbed my hips and fucked me like a doll now, merely a hole to satisfy his needs. I liked it! I liked it a lot! "Yes yesss, fucking yesss!!" I encouraged, trying to tip him over. He kept going. His cock overwhelming me, stimulating my urethra. It felt good. I'm not sure how it felt for him, when I began pissing as he worked the insides of me. Something tipped him though! Coincidence? His body froze as he was in ball deep and he threw his head back and made this really unattractive noise that was somehow, music to my ears. Our combined bodily fluids, plugged like a crowd of evacuees behind a gate, spilled from me as he pulled himself out and his legs nearly gave way. In my head, the image of Miss Goody Two Shoes looking like a drowned rat, made me reach for a cigarette, before I sucked him hard again. And as I felt the length of him grow in my throat, I decided that next time, I should quite like to see that face of his contort when he made that horrible noise. I might actually like his fuck face. I did.