Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage - Sex Stories

Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage

... undersides of my knees were in the crook of his forearms. He rose up and he expertly speared me on his length. I managed to reach down and I helped him slip inside my heated muff.

"Fuck!"

My entire lower body was exposed to the night air now as I was humped back and forth on his sizeable log as if I weighed nothing. My upper back was slammed into the glass with a bump as I was gloriously bounced on his prick. I suppose he needed a breather as he relented and backed up with me still impaled on his unyielding cock.

My pussy was hot, crammed full, and dripping, I was positively glowing from his assured strokes which turned me on even more.

He settled on the floor tiles and pulled me down with him, gripping my hips and guiding me directly over his erection. He looked at me and drove upward at the same time he pulled me down. I sagged on top of him and used my lower half to grind into him.

"You okay over there?"

Enzo nuzzled my throat and I stopped moving as I saw one of the guests looking in our direction from a distance of about 100 meters.

I snuggled into his chest as his arms slid around my waist to hold me in place.

"We're fine thanks. No problem. I dropped my bag and we're just looking for it."

A lame answer but I found it hard to think straight as Enzo pushed up into me with languid strokes. I was desperate to have him bury himself inside me but we reined in the urge until at last the onlooker left. We disengaged for fear of being uninterrupted ...

... and I smoothed out my dress and coat. My sex and upper thighs were damp and my loins tingled like crazy.

'That was great, but I need more."

"Si."

He managed to stuff his semi-hard prick back inside his pants and he steered me to the other end where we found some stairs. He seemed to know where we were headed as we went up to another level to a function room directly above where we just were. The room was filled with tables and chairs and oddly a leather sofa. It was quite dim and the only light came from a dusty-looking skylight. Enzo put his index finger to his lips and refrained from switching on the light switches.

"Tranquillo."

I understood that and let him take my coat and dress off. I was now totally naked and Enzo fondled my pert tits in both hands. I snapped my head back and hugged him close to my bare chest as he kissed my hard nipples, and tweaked each between his wet lips. My boobs aren't large but they are nicely shaped and very firm, like two apples.

"Down," he said with a sweeping gesture of his hand and I fell onto the sofa.

I closed my eyes and opened my legs, making it fairly obvious that I objected to nothing he might want to do. I was touched and at first, it felt like I was being teased with a feather, the contact was so faint. His fingertips wandered over my belly and inner thighs and my pussy wept. I couldn't help thrashing around on my bottom like a mad thing as he eased one digit inside me. I was so aroused that barely seconds later ...