Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage - Sex Stories

Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage

... I climaxed like dynamite going off.

"Heavens!"

I opened my eyes to see that he was naked from the waist down. He slid on top of me as I stretched out horizontally on the leather seat, which creaked under our weight. His boner nudged my entrance and despite neither of us guiding it, it just popped inside of me naturally. His cock throbbed in me as he lifted himself up and began to ram into me swiftly. My hips arched up to meet him as he feasted on my left tit, sliding his tongue around the underside of the flesh and moving in to the nipple.

The intensity of our fucking, because that is what we were doing, not making love, increased as he slammed harder and harder into me with nasal snorts. He flexed his hips so that his cock slid in and out of me ever deeper. Then he pulled back and made a rotation with his index finger for me to turn around. I got onto my hands and knees as he bumped me from behind. He pressed back inside me, thereby pushing me further down onto my hands.

Enzo fucked me silly, plain and simple. His groin smacked against my rounded bottom which jiggled as he slammed into it repeatedly. It felt fantastic as he grabbed my hips to keep the momentum. He pulled me back and up, never letting his rampant cock slide more than halfway out before slamming back right in.

The sound of our bare flesh meeting was impressively loud, only lessened by my constant groaning and begging him for more.

I fucked him back with lunges that I never realised I had the ...

... strength to. My own roughness surprised and thrilled me at the same time. I shoved onto his dick which filled me to the hilt. I squeezed with my pussy in an attempt to make this Italian stallion drive in harder. My orgasm started at the base of my spine, coursing through me as I raced to the finish line.

"Anybody seen Emma Watson?" came the cry from outside.

Luckily Enzo had the foresight to lock the door from the inside. He stopped in mid-stroke and left me hanging. We heard other voices outside and waited until they grew dimmer. Enzo pulled his trousers back on and I reluctantly got into my dress and coat.

"We're not done yet, Buster."

This time it was I who led him and I dragged him back to where the conveniences were. Predictably, the lines for the toilets were impossibly long and it had taken more than ten minutes before I was able to fight my way into an empty stall. I pulled Enzo in with me and surprised even myself with my brazen actions. There was a small mirror above the lavatory and as I faced it, Enzo appeared in the reflection just behind me. He stared squarely at me in the mirror as he again hiked up the back of my dress to show him my nether cheeks.

I felt him place the palm of his hands on my bum and smooth out the soft flesh thereof. I swayed on my heels from the touch and my muff leaked with anticipation. He then pushed them back and forth and he slipped me his middle finger between my folds and gently rubbed. I bit my lower lips as his cock ...