Something Different
From Torg Adventure
As her orgasm subsides, you pull your large cock out of her. She looks you in the eye and says, "What do you have in mind?" In answer to her question, you turn her over on the desk. You rub your hands on her amazing ass. You push one hand lower and dip two fingers into her dripping pussy. "Mmmmm," she moans, as she pushes back against your hand. You finger-fuck her for a minute while she holds onto the desk, your fingers making wonderful squishing noises in her cunt. Her moans increase in frequency and intensity, until she yells into another orgasm.
While she is still coming, you remove your fingers and move your body between her legs. After just a second of probing, your manhood re-enters the hot, wet home it was in a few minutes ago. In this position, your cock hits just the right spot inside Trish, and her screams and her writhing redouble. "Yes, uh, yes, fuck =85 me. Fuck =85 me =85 hard!" she exclaims. You start thrusting into her, and then withdrawing until you almost pop out, only to thrust back in harder than before. You slap her ass hard leaving a red hand print, she gasps, and the sound reverberates inside the small office. You are pulling her hips toward you, as you slam into her pussy. Her moans are pretty continuous now, rising in volume and pitch on every stroke in.
The sight of her beautiful ass, the smell of her sex, the sound of her cries, the lingering taste of her lips and tongue, and the touch of her muscular walls on your throbbing cock all have you more charged than you can remember. Trish is pushing back into with each thrust. You feel your balls start to contract, and you quickly withdraw from her and grab your manhood, jerking it, while you spew your seed onto her ass and back. One particularly strong pulse sends a small glob into her hair.
You are puffing like a steam engine, trying to catch your breath. Trish's eyes are closed as she recovers from her many peaks.
Do you return to the concert or try something else?
