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PIssy Publicist

... and gives me a slap on the ass. “Fuck her good!” And then walks out of the bathroom. Like I need encouragement! On a fast metronome beat, in, out, in, out, in, out, in, out; I continue the rhythmic full length stroke. Only a few minutes pass. Her eyes roll up, her breath comes in short gasps, and her face flushes. The approach of her orgasm is driving me to the edge but I want her to cum first. I set her down on the counter top and reach between her legs with one hand and part the hood above her clit. Now a giant knob of flesh, I begin to thumb it at the same pace as my stroking. Her legs grip me tighter, her lips part and the tip of her tongue flickers into view. “Oh god, Ric. Oh my god.” She grasps the edge of the counter top, I can see her whole body straining, every muscle in her athletic torso tightening. Jesus her pussy is so hot and tight. And my cock, it’s slick and glistening from her, so wet that that thatch of hair on my belly is dripping. I feel her tense and then her whole body starts to jerk. “Ahhhhh…..” Her stomach muscles clench, and she slumps to the marble top. I grab her thighs so she doesn’t slide off the table top and feel her buttocks spasm repeatedly in the palms of my hands. God what a turn on as she rasps out, “Ric! Fucking hell!” The spasms lessen and she gently tries to push me away but I thrust my full length on the same beat without pause. Hands now frantically pressing against my chest, she blurts, “Enough. Fuck Ric, enough!” I ignore her feeble ...

... pushes and keep bashing against her, my ball sack slapping her pussy lips and say, “Not… till…. you… orgasm….again.” She grabs hold of the counter again, a look of amazement on her face but begins to heave her hips in time with my thrusts. A few minutes later, her breath is once again coming in irregular gasps. I feel her legs scrabbling behind me. One four inch heel is locks under my ass, the other jams in my butt crack. She stiffens, lets out a low moan and melts onto the counter top, every muscle trembling. “Eve, I can’t hold it!” What a woman she is. She lifts up, kisses me, and whispers in my ears, “Cum. Cum now!” I can wait no longer but remember a chat we had months ago and pull out. I quickly toss my t-shirt across her dress for which I receive a smile of gratitude. Then she lunges, two handing my bobbing erection and starts jacking me. On the third tug, I explode. My first spurt clears the t-shirt and strikes her in the lips. She laughs, licks and doesn’t miss a beat with my meat-rod. Two more jerks and I cum again, this time hitting the mirror behind her. Her eyes light up and I cum the last time in a slow steady stream all over her hands and my shirt. She legs go with one hand and puts one cum covered finger in her mouth to suck on it. Then my legs give way but she sits up and pulls me onto her. I feel her cum covered hands slick on my back. I can smell her sweat, the lilac of her perfume. She whispers in my ear, “So glad you pissed on your publicist,” and we slide ...