On Rounds -- The Laundry Room - Sex Stories

On Rounds -- The Laundry Room

... seeing as I am in the fucking air! I love it. He pulls my underwear aside. His tongue darts out and I scream in surprise. He sucks on my clit and swirls his tongue around it. My back arches off the door and I reach up to squeeze my tits. “Mmmm, that feels so fucking good Ian.” I moan out his name when he inserts one of his fingers. He goes slowly and it is agonizingly pleasurable while he finds my g-spot. I pull on his blond hair and dig my fingers into those broad, tan shoulders of his. His mouth toys with my clit while his finger pumps in and out of my cunt. I tweak my own breasts unable to control myself. Gently, he lets me down and kisses me. I love the taste of my juices it turns me on even more. He bites down on my neck and grabs onto my full 36C breasts. “Are you nervous yet?” He jokes. I am not in the mood for just fooling around, I want this boy’s dick inside me and I intend to have it. “Shut up and drop your shorts.” I shove him so that his back is against one of the folding counters in the room. I strip off the rest of my clothes because it is too damn hot. My hair sticks to my neck, but I don’t care I need to taste him. He does as he is told. “I like a bossy girl.” As soon as his member is free I get to work. I kneel and take him in my mouth as far as I can in one swift movement. He grabs onto the counter for support because he wasn’t expecting me to do that. I bob my head slowly, spitting on his cock to get it nice and slippery. My hand strokes him up and down as ...

... he looks down at me and me at him. There is something so sexy about staring him in the eyes while I twirl my tongue around the head. He grabs my head and pulls my hair back before he starts fucking my mouth. “Ah. Shit.” He sighs. I can hear his breathing get deeper so I know I am doing it right. I put my hands on the counter behind him and let him thrust into my hot mouth as much as he wants. The sound of his dick slurping past my lips just makes me want him inside me more. He reaches with his other hand to play with my boobs. They bounce when I start to move my head to his rhythm. “Don’t cum.” I warn him when I come up for air, “I need to be fucked and you’re going to do it.” “I don’t have a condom on me.” He says highly disappointed and with heat in his voice. “Luckily I do.” I find my clothes and retrieve the condom. Thank goodness I found this tonight . He slides it on his thick girth and lays me down on the running dryer. It is hot and rocking back and forth with the one pair of swim trunks rumbling inside. My insides clench and unclench as I brace myself. Ian hesitantly slides into me. I look between my legs that he has splayed wide open and say, “Stop being a little bitch and fuck me!” My words have the desired effect. Ian slams his dick into me. I start to scream. I am so wet that I can hear my vagina squishing with every thrust of his hips. I arch my back off of the machine beneath me as it rocks my body side to side with his cock ramming me. “Who’s the little bitch ...