Bending over the paper-littered desk, surrounded by stacked book cases a bespectacled Becky reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks as the devilishly handsome fellow behind her sank to his knees. Her skirt was pushed clumsily above her waist, revealing a slick black thong, matching stockings and suspenders which streaked across her thighs to a frilly band stretching across her hips. Biting her bottom lip, she peered over her white blouse shoulder, where mere moments before male hands had unbuttoned her top to play with her black-bra encased breasts within. Her globes halfway pulled from their cups, nipples stretched over the tight rims which still tingled from his tweaking and sucking.
"Oh yeah, Johnny," Becky murmured, as he lifted her thong from its snug position, her reading glasses resting awkwardly on the bridge of her nose, "eat my pussy!"
His response was muffled through the folds of her wet flesh as his tongue wormed its way deep into her dripping orifice.
"Fuck, that feels soooooooooooo good!" she groaned, thrusting her ass back into his face, feeling his nose prodded into her asshole. With her painted fingernails she clawed her buttocks, pulling them further apart, allowing him deeper access into her silky, wet cunt. His tongue lapped and licked and fucked her mercilessly, a seemingly ceaseless mechanical piece of taut flesh.
Drawing his tongue away from her cunt Johnny lapped at Becky's asshole, tickling her there, slurping the taut, brown rose. She let out a gasp of surprise, not used to having her anus licked, the sensation knee-buckling. She gripped the desk and clawed the edge, shoving her ass back into his face. Johnny grasped her hips and tongue-fucked her asshole, his salvia oozing from his lips to mingle with her literally dripping pussy-juice.
"Gonna fuck you good, slut," he promised her, getting to his feet and taking off his black t-shirt. Becky, her legs still tingly slowly turned round to face him, admiring his tight, rippled body. Her eyes spied the big erection bulging in his jeans. Taking off her glasses and placing them neatly on the desk behind her she was upon him immediately, caressing his prick with hungry fingers.
"You're not going to let me suck your cock?" she asked him, pouting, before she softly kissed his mouth, licking his tongue. Her fingers unzipped his flies, she reaching within to take hold of the hot, rigid flesh. She squeezed her prize, slipping it from his jeans and, still sucking on his tongue she gently shafted the circumcised erection.
"In time, baby," he told her. "I want you to suck your cunt-honey off my prick."
"Yummy!" Becky purred. "I love tasting my juice off a fat cock!"
Johnny took hold of her shoulders and spun her back round, so that her ass jutted out invitingly. He hungrily tore off her skirt, she kicking it to one side; her thong he tugged forcibly down her thighs. Spreading her stocking-thighs, she felt him nuzzle the bulbous tip of his purple dome against her silky-wet lips, before he slowly pressed forward, penetrating her. Becky gasped aloud as the fat prick filled her tight cunt, further and further still until she felt the full, thick length of him within her, balls-fucking-deep. Ye Gods, but he had a big cock!
"Like that, slut?" he growled into her ear.
"Fuck, yeah!" she moaned, feeling him slowly withdraw before sliding it into her once more. She moved back to meet his motion, her pussy slippery with honey. She could have sworn she felt his cock-veins throbbing inside her.
Johnny smothered her perfumed neck with passionate kisses, he also taking hold of her right breast and squeezing it in his palm. Between his fingers he tweaked her engorged nipple, her body now shaking, her titties wobbling as he built up a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in deep, withdrawing, pounding within her, balls swinging deliciously beneath.
