Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

She was for it the moment their bodies slid into each other on the dance floor. She exuded need and readiness like a finger greeting moisture in an eager pussy.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

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Jacob knew she was for it the moment their bodies slid into each other on the dance floor. She exuded need and readiness like a finger greeting moisture in an eager pussy.

He remembered of all things in this particular moment his grandmother’s sage advice: ‘good things come in small packages.’

This woman defined petite; she was slender, trim, fit and had great perky breasts; plus, copious blonde locks and dazzling sapphire blue eyes. Surely, they were designer contacts, but who cared: they had him, like her tight-fitting black dress.

Kendall was thinking the toilets, an alley way or a dark corner of the venue for immediate sex. Boy was he hot. The physique of the guy was outstanding. His shirt barely contained his ripped fitness. She was intent on making out. It was already happening in her head. Ripping off his shirt was a passing thought; she wanted his pants down fast.

It was only a modicum of human decency and the fact they would be arrested and separated that stopped them from screwing in the middle of the dance floor. This was the actual instance in a lifetime when you needed to be at one of those all in; private club venue orgies.

It was all they could do to grope at each other as they made a hasty exit. It was not even ten o’clock. There was only one cab on the rank outside, just up from the venue. They slid and felt around two bodies as one, as they fastened together on the back seat.

“Seat belts, seat belts,” from the driver, “Nothing happens without seatbelts.”

They were strapped in, side and middle seat, they needed closeness.

The taxi moved off the curb.

“Address,” said the driver looking back in his rear-view mirror, the couple were groping.

Jacob gave his address between two deep lingering French kisses. The meter was running and the taxi was accelerating off. The ten-minute drive seemingly had the makings of a lifetime’s incarceration if they couldn’t dirtily touch.

The raunchy flow of desire through both souls was untamable. The thought of subtle satiny subdued foreplay wasn’t on either of their minds. Jacob coming up for a much needed breathe in the hectic ferreting under her dress and the rummaging in underwear to finger forage her private flesh; his darting eyes momentarily saw the crucifix wrapped and draped around the driver’s rear-view mirror. He came close to cursing his Catholic upbringing.

The taxi driver at this point was also threatened to put them both out on the roadside and call the police. For a moment Jacob thought; hell; that alley way will have to do, this wasn’t romance but primal need.

Kendall sat up straight, prim and proper and nudged Jacob to do the same. She closed her legs demurely and mouthed quietly to the taxi driver’s wary eyes in his mirror; she would control the beast next to her. The driver got on with the job of driving. Kendall got on with her job of accessing cock, in the now.

Being a woman, she knew the discreet playful tactic to adopt in their feverish hurriedness for fucking because the outcome was assured; it was only minutes away. She placed her gold-coloured clutch purse perfectly to hide her ribald action of releasing Jacob’s erect throbber through his zip.

She stroked with her delectable tight elegant fingered grip along the length of his exposed love muscle. Her finger nails giving ripples of intense localised pleasure to his pecker tip and tightening ball bag. His cock was over ready. His precum actually shooting over the top of her grip onto her leather purse. She was massaging and teasing and fondling in turn his engorged pecker with the most sensationally timed upward and downward rhythm, to sustain his hardness. There was no time to lose, the action was imminent.

Kendall in her rush to please her own tingling slit which had been thoroughly and equally between squeezed legs; discreetly manhandled on the back seat hurriedly went to pay the cab fare; as the driver pulled to the curb. However; this released Jacob’s nearly bursting purple head directly into the cabby’s view.

Inadvertently; the driver’s own latent love of men which usually remained hidden behind phony homophobic tirades, now confronted a gorgeous close cock; he went actually deathly pale not at their supposed indecency in his taxi but his own anxiety at succumbing to cock, his own raging bi desires caught out. The driver recovered somehow and gesticulated wildly.

He then yelled: “Get Out. Get Out” and sped off with a stunning cock forever imprinted on his mind.

Jacob with his cock on public view because it wouldn’t go back in his pants because it was that over full to totally stretched upright erect: the true hard on. He stumbled speedily with Kendall; her clutch purse still open and two twenty dollars note sort of hurriedly stuffed back in; ended up drifting on the light breeze down the road.

A young woman walking her dog down the opposite pavement got the eyeful of her twenty years and realised her own boyfriend wasn’t in this cock league. She kept staring; as her dog strained on its leash. Wow.

Jacob pressed the key pad and they were in. He shut the door with his foot and in the same instance swept petite Kendall into his arms. He intended to carry her up the stairs to his king-size bed. He was impressed with his own penis will power, not to root her senseless on the foyer tiles; his strength as a professional rugby player to carry her; he already knew his potency.

Kendall however grabbed the bottom of the banister rail and that halted Jacob on the bottom stair.

Somehow; the lithe five foot two seemingly contortionist Miss got her legs wrapped around his neck and her mouth; facing south; over his exposed pecker; probably ballet lessons when younger; but suddenly the bottom stair seemed fine for sex. Jacob’s cock was in heaven: well, a cute fem-mouth paradise. He had sort of anticipated the moment but it was already way better. It was sucking to define sucking. She was a frigging vacuuming sucking Angel and God she was good. He struggled in the pleasure rapture to hold his balance. He was trembling with cock comforting contentment.

Jacob flipped her down. He had to see her technique in action. Kendall dropped his dacks and boxers and took his quality meat package in her hands while nibbling on his nut sac, giving the silky tense tease. She was gobbling his head while looking up with her eyes. It was the sexiest of head job interactions for him; seeing a woman’s eyes gaze up and twinkle at him whilst her mouth smushed his cock head in a slurry of saliva in tandem with her twirling torc tongue. Her mouth a cavern of delivering; deliberate and defining immediate residence for a pecker; her skull the absolute perfect boner haven. He imbibed the full pleasure of her cock work ethic and the gratification of seeing a woman gorging herself on his pecker.

Kendall’s blue eyes were full of the wonder of cock. Her mouth was full of the flavour of cock. Her mind was full of the savouring sensual moment of a corker cock. Her hand was occupied with the shaft. Her mouth was working the head. Eyes shut, then open. Intense concentration, then no concentration, just bodies flowing together. Pleasure held in one spot, then pleasure released through mind and body. Kendall was spirited, caught fully in the enjoyment of providing enjoyment and readying this hard happiness rod for her own immediate pussy use.

Jacob though had to taste her. Her dress was off, her cute matching black panties and bra discarded too. She was on the second step and he was still on the first; the perfect position for kneeling into her wide-open raised legs. One held higher and twisted to the banister rail; the other pressed to the feature wooden wall. But the true feature on display was her pussy; inviting as only a fully shaved wet spread lippy coochie can be. It defined pink; it was so puffy. Her lipettes were tackily glued to her mound under the weight of her own seeping moisture. The rugby back’s tongue hit her delight front and centre with all the force of a scrum push. The taste was syrupy squelchy sweet.