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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,702
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8
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Meanwhile
“Are you sure you don’t want to go ahead anyway?” Trina was purring. Or at least, Rick thought she was trying to purr. Her seductive voice was not stimulating him in any way, and his dick was back down without any physical touch.
“Look, I just think we should do this another time. Maybe when I have some protection.”
Trina stopped trying to mold herself to him suggestively. “How ‘bout maybe never.”
She was pouting. Good. Finally. “You know what, Rick, go wait outside.”
“Trina…” Maybe he shouldn’t be so selfish. Maybe he should let her down some other time.
“You know what, I don’t care if you’ve got protection. Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill.”
He doubted that, why would she tell him now and not a week before, a day before, when he was still interested.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Before he had the chance to open his mouth again, Trina was kissing him. Maybe she was pouring her heart into it. She certainly wasn’t going for tongue. Not like Casey…
Okay, thait. it. If you can’t stop thinking about her, just pretend it is her.
Rick closed his eyes, and let his imagination take over.
He stroked her hair with one hand, reached down and pressed her ass towards him so his dick could rest against her belly. He kept his eyes shut all the way to the bedroom, even managed to get Trina’s pants off without looking.
“Make it quick, Rick. I’m so hot for you…”
He blotted out her words, focusing on the memory –Casey’s moans, her growls, the way her breath was so heavy and hot against him.
Trina mounted him and he slid in without a hitch. She wasn’t tight, not as tight as Casey had been, so he just pretended this was the tenth time he’d been with her –with Casey.
Their lips were still locked; he went to open her mouth, to use his tongue just a little bit.
“Oh, Rick. You\'re so good at this.”
He managed to roll on top and started pumping, moving his mouth down to her tits. He sucked her nipple through her blouse at first, and that’s when she showed the first signs of impatience. She reached up and unbuttoned herself and he had to have his eyes open briefly, if only to see the difference.
Trina’s breasts were white, not a light tan, and her nipples were a husky pink, not milk chocolate.
It’s her.
He closed his eyes and suckled again. Trina moaned. Good, at least she’s not talking.
He kept moving in and out, using a steady pace and his hand to finger her into orgasm. In his head he was counting seconds. Then minutes…
13 minutes until Trina cried out and he felt her pulse around his shaft. Three more solid pumps and he pretended to cum too -just a jerk of the hips, a strain in his neck. He held her waist extra tight for a second and then released and pulled out.
There was a flash of light, the sound of screeching tires and rock. Rick pulled his pants back up over his erection and walked over to the window to peak out. As if he didn’t know. Casey was back.
“Look, I just think we should do this another time. Maybe when I have some protection.”
Trina stopped trying to mold herself to him suggestively. “How ‘bout maybe never.”
She was pouting. Good. Finally. “You know what, Rick, go wait outside.”
“Trina…” Maybe he shouldn’t be so selfish. Maybe he should let her down some other time.
“You know what, I don’t care if you’ve got protection. Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill.”
He doubted that, why would she tell him now and not a week before, a day before, when he was still interested.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Before he had the chance to open his mouth again, Trina was kissing him. Maybe she was pouring her heart into it. She certainly wasn’t going for tongue. Not like Casey…
Okay, thait. it. If you can’t stop thinking about her, just pretend it is her.
Rick closed his eyes, and let his imagination take over.
He stroked her hair with one hand, reached down and pressed her ass towards him so his dick could rest against her belly. He kept his eyes shut all the way to the bedroom, even managed to get Trina’s pants off without looking.
“Make it quick, Rick. I’m so hot for you…”
He blotted out her words, focusing on the memory –Casey’s moans, her growls, the way her breath was so heavy and hot against him.
Trina mounted him and he slid in without a hitch. She wasn’t tight, not as tight as Casey had been, so he just pretended this was the tenth time he’d been with her –with Casey.
Their lips were still locked; he went to open her mouth, to use his tongue just a little bit.
“Oh, Rick. You\'re so good at this.”
He managed to roll on top and started pumping, moving his mouth down to her tits. He sucked her nipple through her blouse at first, and that’s when she showed the first signs of impatience. She reached up and unbuttoned herself and he had to have his eyes open briefly, if only to see the difference.
Trina’s breasts were white, not a light tan, and her nipples were a husky pink, not milk chocolate.
It’s her.
He closed his eyes and suckled again. Trina moaned. Good, at least she’s not talking.
He kept moving in and out, using a steady pace and his hand to finger her into orgasm. In his head he was counting seconds. Then minutes…
13 minutes until Trina cried out and he felt her pulse around his shaft. Three more solid pumps and he pretended to cum too -just a jerk of the hips, a strain in his neck. He held her waist extra tight for a second and then released and pulled out.
There was a flash of light, the sound of screeching tires and rock. Rick pulled his pants back up over his erection and walked over to the window to peak out. As if he didn’t know. Casey was back.