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Here, in all it's badness, is that scene...
Misty Slag stepped into the elevator a second before its
doors slid shut, enclosing her and superstar rocker, Don Ron Lovie, in their
own tiny metal and darkly tinted glass world.
He looked at her with wasted, approving green orbs, the
whites clearly bright red. “You wanna fuck?” he slurred drunkenly.
She gave him her most seductive stare from her blue
peepers, pushing out her bosoms in her white blouse with intricate lace netting
as she did so. “You got me, big boy.” She lifted her micro mini, which she’d spent
half her Hungry Jack’s pay cheque on. She grimaced prettily. She might need to
ask for more than ten hours a week.
She had nothing underneath her micro mini and her love
box had been waxed bare, showing off the lush pink petals of her nether lips. That’s
where the other half of her pay had gone. “I’m known around these parts as the
pub bike.” As he leered at her, she added breathlessly, “And I’m prepared to
give you the ride of your life.”
He jabbed the emergency stop button and the elevator
juddered to a stop. He hooked a long, double-joined thumb with a chewed nail at
the camera. “Let’s give security a show.”
They stripped in seconds and she thrust her hard mounds
against his downy torso, one of her hands grasping his turgid, throbbing love
tool and giving it an expert rub. Ten inches of stallion meat quivered and
trembled willingly in her digits, a smear of love juice quickly coating the
palm of her soft, pale hand. “I want your famous penis inside my vagina,” she
croaked brazenly.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said arrogantly, as was the way
with many rock stars of renown.
The next minute they were on the floor. First he was on
top, pushing and thrusting his long member into her slippery, wet love passage,
and then she was on top, riding him, her globes with her tawny-pink shell
nipples bouncing up and down like peaches jumping about in a box trailer.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned grittily, “I’m going to
come.”
She could feel his hot semen spurt inside her, filling
her channel. Then she came too. “Ooooooh.”
She collapsed on him, breathing hard, panting. “That was
the best fuck ever,” she admitted unwillingly.
He chuckled loudly, and she wondered what his breath
smelled like. “Another notch on my bedpost, lovey. Now get off me, it’s my bed
time and I’m tired.”
12 comments:
oh, Mel, that it truly wonderful :)
Cath
Thanks for sharing Mel
Teeheeee ... I giggled all the way through. Loved it, but for the entertainment. As a scene it made me shudder LOL
Thanks Catherine and Maryde - wonderfully terrible LOL!
Stallion meat! Oh my... *sniggers*!!!
haha - brings quite the picture to mind doesn't it Christina LOL!
Oh God, the emotion of these two star crossed lovers...
So funny, thanks for sharing, Mel. I loved the reference to stallion meat.
Kylie I know! the emotions between them are incredible *g*
Oh, Mel, that was priceless! :)
LOL Sandy =))
i love this scene so much
Thanks Trace, it's definitely laughable =)
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