Bag my head and Fuck me! - Sex Stories

Bag my head and Fuck me!

... shopping bag, baby!" Amid the comical crinkling and crumpling sounds of the bag being violated, and the pinching of skin up against the rough parts of the hole, Dave could feel her working her magic on his head once more. She tugged and pulled on it with her lips and practically fucked his pee-hole with the tip of her powerful tongue. She then worked her way down his shaft in a rhythmic motion as Dave grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. Now, the bag was falling apart. It was damp at its base from the sweat of Amanda's neck and the back of it was pulling apart and ripping under Dave's palms. As he increased his speed, he could hear and feel the crunching of the bag against his pelvis, Amanda's throat taking him all the way in to his balls. As he felt himself spill past the point of no return, he pulled out of her throat, pushed her head back against the armrest of the couch, then began firing cum missiles onto the front of the bag, dousing the small indentation of her nose and the mouth opening with blast after blast of his massive load. As he dribbled out what remained onto her neck and down her cleavage, he snickered between short panting breaths. The bag was tattered and matted, crumpled and torn. It smelled like it had just been brought inside from an afternoon in the rain and the high contrast of his load against the solid brown color made it look surreal. As he took it all in and thought back to the last hour of his evening, he couldn't help but wonder if he should look down on her with pity. But as he fixed his gaze on the porn-star body sprawled out in front of him, he thought not. There she was, with the bag still on her head, licking drops of cum off her fingers, and lightly fingering her pussy. She sighed as she looked back at him through the eyeholes and asked "You have another bag in there? This one's had it."