Youuuu
get back to bed. We're not done."
Her lip curled to a playful grin. "You're not going to let me go, are you?" She approached, stopping before him. This time she had one hand on her hip. He had sat up, as if to challenge her to counter his little games. He bounced his cock, as hard as it was. "Do you really WANT to go?" he asked, flashing a sly smile. His fingers ran across the waistband of her, or rather,
his
boxer shorts.
"Welll..." she bit her lip. "Not reallly...." He snapped it against her, causing her to flinch. "Ooo!" With one hand he yanked at them, tugging them down and awkwardly jerking her legs. She stepped out of them before sexily twirling them on her finger and launching them at him. Grinning, with another swoop, he pulled her body toward him. Rachel climbed on top of his lap, her legs kneeling on either side of him.
Justin stuck out his tongue and allowed her to suck it until their mouths met. Their tongues danced with each other as their hands kept busy on the other's form. He reached behind her, unhooked her bra and - in a moment that undoubtedly echoed the events of last night - discarded it on the hardwood floor below them. Justin trailed his kisses from her lips, to her mouth, to her neck, and then down to her perky tits.
Rachel pushed him down. As he lay sprawled below her, the phone vibrated again, but they paid no mind to it. Instead she arched her back, throwing her hair behind her.
He shook his head in satisfaction, desire, anticipation. "Fuck you're sexy..."
Rachel gripped his veiny member. The contrast of its girth and her tiny palm was always a treat to both of them. She tapped it against her inner thigh, looking down at him to gauge his reaction. Biting her lip again, she then traced it along her anxious pussy lips. With a sigh emitting from her mouth, it went in.
"Mmmm, fuck yeah," she moaned as began rocking. Justin's hands ran along the sides of her body before settling on her hips. He could look up and see the full visual of her breathtaking body. Her taut stomach was fitted with a shiny stud, her perky C cup tits with their pointed nipples bounced along with her movement, and her gorgeous face with her hazel eyes and damp mane wore a look of lust.
"Fuck I love this cock," she airily professed, roaming her hands along her body for him. She had a good vantage point too. His broad, gym sculpted chest was of course the highlight, along with his six pack abs. He had the blue eyes, dirty blonde hair look, which, met with his chiseled jaw, hit the spot for her. At the moment, he seemed fixated on the rotation of her hips.
Justin squeezed her ass. "You are
definitely
going to be late."
"Just shut the fuck up and drill me, asshole" she said, lowering herself further into his rod. She increased the speed and potency of her attack, and in turn Justin began to thrust his pelvis into her.
Buzzz.
She wasn't a vulgar person normally. As she rode Justin for the next few minutes, she moaned/barked obscenities at him, breathily ordering him to 'fuck the shit' out of her and to 'fuckin' give it' to her hard. Even a look at her 'girl-next-door' complexion would have begged that this girl wasn't capable of an obscene comment. But curse words were so vulgar, blunt, and expressive of the explosive kind of lust she shared with Justin. There just wasn't any other way to put things.
He looked up at her. She'd throw her head back and allow her breasts to puff out in the most enticing of manners. It was empowering to hold the waist of this gyrating, sexual being and feel her aggressively rock on top of his dick - especially in knowing that somehow they weren't supposed to be doing this. Their dirty little secret. And he made no mistake about it: it was
dirty
