Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage - Sex Stories

Emma Watson Tries Italian Sausage

... replaced his digit and he mounted me doggy style.

I was delirious by his time, half-crazed with lust, so much that I ignored the impatient knocking of those who needed relief. I could not have cared less about anything at that particular moment as Enzo took me for the third time. I kept my eyes open as he worked in and out between my legs working relentlessly. His face in the mirror showed his intense concentration as he shunted to and fro in the small interior of the stall.

He put a hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward into the wall. His other hand held onto my hip as he screwed me, and my pussy was dripping wet and feeling quite swollen. I would feel this in the morning, I thought. With my dress up over my lower back I could feel him smack into me as he pushed in harder, and my head was spinning with the sensation of a hard cock stabbing my softness.

We were both highly aroused, waiting for that ultimate feeling of release, and from my perspective, I was seriously close. With his cock buried inside of me balls deep, Enzo grabbed onto my shoulders as he entered his vinegar strokes. The awkwardness of the position and the tiny stall didn't bother us one bit. He was fucking me hard now and I mumbled that I was going to cum.

"Close, so close."

I caught the rhythm of his body pushing against me every time he rammed deeper inside of me. I could feel his hard cock pulsating as he neared his finish as well. He let go of my shoulders and bent over me, ...

... leaning on my spine as his free hand found my clit. He rotated his fingers as he brought me off big time.

"Ah, ah, ahhh! Yessss!"

My orgasm came as a welcome release and my knees buckled as I climaxed. Enzo held me up as he thrust up one final time and ejaculated inside of me. A glance in the mirror saw his mouth gape open from his explosive end and I smiled back at him. Wave after wave of pleasurable tingles spread from my pussy down my thighs and up my belly as he eventually withdrew.

A rude shove on my bum brought me back to reality and I nodded to Enzo and dropped the hem of my dress to cover my dripping pussy. I felt juices slowly oozing down my thighs and I used some toilet tissue to stem the flow.

"Shall we go?" I suggested and we opened the stall door and peered outside.

"About time! I've nearly wet myself."

I smiled sheepishly at the seething woman who stormed into the now vacant stall. My hand was in Enzo's, but he slowly let me go and he was gone in the blink of an eye.

"There you are. I've been looking all over for you."

Hunter Shafer took me by the arm and we headed through the thong to a busy part of the room.

"Sorry," I said. "I needed the toilet."

"There's someone I want you to meet. There he is."

To my surprise, Hunter brought me to none other than my Italian stallion. He still looked collected and dapper alongside a tall distinguished-looking lady in her mid-forties. I smiled sheepishly as we greeted each other.

"This is Enzo ...