Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... was like a Hoover vacuum against her pert nipple. All the while, she felt his cock nudge and rub against her flesh, taunting her. “Fuck,” Carie grunted. She sneered at him, looking at his blue eyes through the holes of the mask. “Get in me right now, bitch,” she ordered, “Keep the mask on.” Honestly, Vasily had forgotten about the mask. Hell, nothing above his waist had a brain at the moment. With urgency being the defining factor, Carie’s tiny, damp panties were tugged to the side to make way for an explosive thrust of Vasily’s cock. Carie drove her hips downward and their crotches met in the middle with a resounding clash. “Ohh… fuck !” Carie burst like a high-pressured balloon, her voice rattling Vasily’s ears and the interior of the minivan. Hearing her scream like that, Vasily had to consciously pause. It was almost enough for him to make pop right then. Carie would have killed him if he had. He gritted his teeth and worked through the impulse. Quickly, with a firm hold around her back, he cranked his hips, pumping rapid strokes into her. Carie groaned and gasped as she bucked and rode him hard. The fingers of one hand dug into his broad shoulder while the other hand braced against the front seat. Her tummy rolled like a belly-dancer’s as she drifted up and down his shaft. She felt him massage her deep within, throbbing against her inner flesh. She clamped down on his cock absorbing his warmth and desire. The minivan rocked and shook in the alley as if some wild beast ...

... were trying to break out from it. Inside, the temperature spiked covering the heated couple in a sheen of sweat. Dampened, foggy windows were streaked with finger, hand, and foot marks as they jockeyed for position. Neither of them remembered how they got that way, but soon they found themselves with Carie bent over, the side of her face pressed against the leather seat, and Vasily behind her, hunched over. With the back of his head and neck scraping against the ceiling, he filled her with broad, rough strokes, slapping her ass with his crotch. Carie reached around, pulling at her cheeks, spreading herself further as she took the hard thrusts of Vasily’s thick cock. She challenged him for more. “Oh! Oh, fuck!” Carie gasped. That was more than enough incentive for Vasily. The minivan lurched with every stiff drive of his hips. He tangled his fingers through her long, black hair and pulled her head back, drawing even more sharp gasps and rewarding him another loud “fuck” to slip from her tongue. Carie’s sultry bare skin glistened, perspiration mingling with the sweat and oil that glossed Vasily’s hard muscles. Her lithe body easily slipped and slid into a new position. The back of one calf perched upon Vasily’s round shoulder, the other foot dropping off the seat, she looked up and stared deeply into the eyes of her masked-man. Her red lips rounded open, gasping, moaning, as she invited more of his hard thrusts to fill her. Vasily’s teeth locked behind the tight line of his lips. ...