Without hesitation, Rachel brought her hand to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the cum off her fingers. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, and her expression transformed into one of pure bliss. She licked her hand like a child licking its lollypop, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
I stood up, my face flushing with embarrassment, and quickly made my way to the men's washroom. I could feel the warm liquid spreading through my sweatpants, and I knew I had to act fast to avoid a visible stain. I pushed open the door and rushed inside and pulled the tissues out of box to wipe it all. I heard a click behind me , and in reflection of mirror saw that Rachel with a sluty face says 'let me clean up that for you babe ' .
She comes forward and got on her knees and started sucking my dick , the bathroom filled with sound of her moans and the sloopy sound of her mouth on my dick sucking the whatever juices i have in my balls.
I was delved in pleasure of her tongue playing with tip of my dick , my eyes closed tightly. Her soft moans grew louder as she took more and more of me into her mouth, the wetness from her saliva coating my shaft. I felt my body start to tense, and my mind raced, trying to hold onto the moment, not wanting it to end.
Her hand cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her palm as she deep throated me. I reached out, my hand finding the back of her head, my fingers entwining in her hair as I guided her rhythm. Her eyes looked up at me, filled with lust and submission.
The pressure grew, building up like a volcano ready to erupt. I couldn't hold back any longer, my body convulsed as I released a torrent of cum into her eager mouth. She took it all, swallowing greedily, her eyes never leaving mine. It was as if she was claiming me. My vision blurred at the edges, my heart hammered in my chest like a drum.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, she pulled back, a smug smile playing on her lips, and licked them clean of any remaining traces. She stood up, water dripping from her body, and stepped closer, her hand reaching out to wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead says "Was that good for you?" she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she pushed me backward, and I stumbled onto the cold toilet seat. She was like a predator, a hungry cougar claiming her territory. The sway of her hips as she catwalked towards me was mesmerizing, each step deliberate and sensual. My heart raced as I took in the sight of her, her soaked hair clinging to her bare skin, her sports bra clad boobs bouncing slightly with every movement.
With a seductive grace, she pulled her yoga pants down to her ankles, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. It was a visual feast, and I couldn't help but stare. Her skin was flawless. She stepped closer, straddling my legs, her feet planted firmly on the wet floor tiles. "Let me finish the squats she missed to do babe," she said, her voice a siren's song.
I nodded, my voice lost in the throes of desire, as she positioned herself over my now-throbbing cock. She took it slow at first, teasing the tip of my dick against her folds, the warmth and wetness of her pussy making me ache for more.she placed her hands over my shoulders, using them for balance as she lowered herself onto me. The sensation was heavenly, her warmth enveloping me, her muscles contracting around my shaft as she took me inch by inch.
Once she was fully seated, she paused, savoring the feeling of my dick inside her tight pussy. Then, with a wink, she began to rise and fall, her movements deliberate and calculated. Each time she descended, she'd let out a little gasp, her pussy walls squeezing me tightly before releasing as she climbed back up. I landed my hands over her hips, helping to guide her rhythm as she worked herself into a frenzy.
The sound of her ass cheeks slapping against my thighs as she lands filled the room, echoing off the tiles ,the chilly air has already hardened her nipples, causing them to poke through her sports bra. I watched as her breasts bobbed with each bounce, the sweat droplets over her her shoulder blades glistening in the harsh bathroom light.
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