The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends

Kinky and filthy things that have happened to us, all explicitly told

Author: KinkyMira (Page 7 of 29)

French Renaissance (Part Two)

27 May 2023 /

As we initially drove up the drive of our French retreat, I was already undoing the buttons on my blouse. I wanted to get naked as soon as I could; I craved that feeling of the wind over my naked 34H tits and the breeze blowing over my cunt flaps. We pulled up outside the house with a naked Eva standing there. I got out and she came straight over to me and with a cheery smile and warm welcome, she took off my blouse and bra, dropping them into the box next to her.

Then, to my absolute pleasure, she spun me round to face her and we kissed. A proper long hard full-tongue snog. Oh, how I had longed for that. Four years ago, we weren’t allowed to touch the staff, but we counted as staff now, so the rules had changed. And that meant a naked snog with Eva with our huge tits jousting. Absolute heaven.

We broke the kiss, and she went over to my husband, who was still fully clothed. Kissing him deeply, she grabbed at his cock with her hand, masturbating him through his clothes. As she broke the kiss, she purred how she needed that beast in her ass later, and then left him mid-wank, put her arm round me and led me into the building.

She was about to get her wish. Hours later, she was on our bed, pillow under her midriff, with a freshly lubed asshole and his long hard cock with its glans nudging at her ass pucker. In a way, she was glad that she had forgotten what she said, and that he had just sprung her ass skewering on her. She could remember his size and hardness and was a touch apprehensive about taking that in her asshole, but because she forgot, she was really relaxed and was horny as fuck, given she had just masturbated the solicitor to orgasm whilst her own clit was totally neglected.

Whilst preparing her asshole, I’d been careful to not touch her clit, but I did deliberately touch and rub on her cunt lips whilst lubing her asshole up. She knew what I was up to. It was the kind of teasing she would do, and that teasing only made her beg for some sort of relief. Her cunt wanted to be filled, but that too wasn’t happening, something it was reminded about as his glans started to nudge in through her pucker. I was pulling her cheeks apart, making her pucker gape just a little, giving his glans that little bit of help. Each time he dipped in, it was like she had to gasp for breath.

And then in that way accepting assholes do, it seemed to suck his glans in, and then he gently but firmly pushed it further in a small amount at a time. She cried out loud a number of times, so much I checked if she wanted him to stop. “Never!” was the response. Good girl!

Eloise and Kiara turned up to see what all the noise was, and they weren’t the slightest bit surprised to find Eva getting some cock. Some things never changed.

Aware of his audience, my husband slightly adjusted his position to lift his ass up a little, to improve the view between his legs of his cock entering her asshole. He put his head on the pillow over her shoulder next to her head, and as he finally inserted the last bit of his rock-hard cock, he was whispering something in her ear. The pillow was muffling what she was saying, and he started first small and then larger movements of his cock, until he was pile driving the full length of his cock into her eager and accepting asshole. Occasionally, he stopped with his cock almost out for some lube to be applied, before carrying on with his deep pounding. He settled into a nice comfortable rhythm, something I knew from experience meant he was settled in for a long ass fuck. Eva’s cries and shrieks had given way to more satisfied murmurings as she too was comfortable and settled, seemingly happy for a length ass penetration.

I’m not sure just how long he kept that rhythm up, but he suddenly started accelerating, a sure signal that he was about to cum. Each insertion was a slam that moved her whole body, each withdrawal made her ass chase his cock and feel empty. She yelled a couple of slightly painful moans that meant his cock was growing again, and then with one final hard slam, he spewed cum deep into her ass, pushing in to get it every millimetre in, his ass pulsing as the muscles squeezed out his cum.

Once he was empty, they both felt his cock shrinking, and as he lifted out of her, she scrabbled round in an almost frantic manner to take his dirty cock in her mouth. With a frenzy that was like she had one last chance to get a hard cock, she worked his cock in her mouth, swishing her tongue round it and playing with his balls, and very soon it was springing back to life. Once it was fairly hard, she leant back and pulled him by the cock to her cunt.

He assumed her cunt was already slick, so he just drove straight in, making her rear up with the force of the drive. Very quickly, her face went from frenzied pleading to gritty determination, as he drove into her cunt. His cock was nowhere near as big as was in her asshole, but it was enough, and she was so close to cumming from the ass fuck, thus her frenzy. He saw the gritty determination and upped his pace. He knew that face meant she was fighting to hold off her orgasm, to make it longer and harder, and his job was to make that quest impossible. He lifted up a hand and grabbed onto one of her 32GG tits, roughly twisting and pulling at it as he drove in and out, and I think that was the last straw. She clamped her legs around his waist, screamed, contorted, and shuddered, as he felt her cunt clamp down on his cock, her shudders and moans carrying on for ages.

Once her shuddering orgasm subsided, she unlocked her legs, and he pulled out and sat up. She looked amazingly happy, serene, satisfied. She stood up and curtseyed, before returning to the bed with me between her legs cleaning her cunt and ass with my tongue, whilst Kiara sucked on my husband’s slowly softening cock and balls to clean them, before she and Eloise went off for an orgasm of their own.

My husband looked happy. He realised that Eva was the rarest of things, a woman he’d ass fucked for the first time before he had fucked her cunt for the first time. That was particularly special to him, and I think he realised he’d probably be fucking her asshole way more than her cunt in the future: he was very happy about that. He also realised how satisfied she was and what a good fuck she had had, and he knew, as we all did, that there would be a lot more to come. He lay one side of her and I the other as we drifted off to sleep. There was a lot for us to look at tomorrow, and of course there’d be more sex. There always is in this wonderful place.

French Renaissance (Part One)

17 May 2023 /

It had been four years since I last stood here. I remember with joy watching people fuck with pleasure and abandon. It is what this place was all about. The freedom to have sex with an audience, in full knowledge they would do the same shortly.

For the first time in four years, I was back in that garden where so much sex was had. But it is different now. Eerily quiet. Very few people. But I was here to change that. So were we all.

I am of course referring to our French resort I’ve blogged about before. Like everything else, it had to close for Covid (and our planned visit was cancelled over and over). But Covid was only the start of its problems. It was owned by an elderly Dutch man who was rarely seen onsite but was content that it existed. He always wanted it to exist, and so when he got the cash, he made it happen.

But sadly, he died whilst it was closed and everyone thought that was it, that it was over. But it wasn’t. He left instructions in his will for an organisation to be set up to run it, and he bequeathed the building, land and €20 million to make it happen. His family had other ideas and a legal battle ensued, only finishing last November, when it was finally ruled his will was valid and the instructions were to be carried out.

Standing right behind me naked (as I was) with tits pressing into me and her arms round my waist was Eva, the receptionist, the one woman in this place last time that I really wanted to fuck, but the rules of the place meant that guests weren’t allowed to do anything sexual with the staff. Very frustrating at the time, but understandable.

It was because of Eva that I was here now. We were snuggling as the sun started to drop. The hard work started here. The hard fucking was about to start here too.

I had been talking to Eva and Eloise, the manager of the place, all through lockdowns and the court case etc. There was little I could do to help to save the place, other than to give a little moral support and encouragement to them. But it seems Eva and Eloise appreciated what I did, so when it came to suggesting people to be on the board of the organisation, Eva suggested me (and Eloise another former guest Kiara who helped them similarly). We both said yes, only too pleased to help this place fly again.

Eva turned me around and our mouths locked, our tongues jousted, and my horniness ramped up even more. I was so ready to cum. But we just kissed, like those early snogs at a school disco, like we’d never kissed another woman before. Raw. Hot. Gentle.

And then she did it. Her hand dropped to my cunt, her fingers working me. I could have just cum there, but I didn’t want this moment to end, so I fought the feeling, fought the desire. From the look on her face, she was amused. Whilst there was a loving look in her eyes, her fingers got more vicious and her other hand rested in the small of my back, making sure I didn’t escape. I didn’t want to escape.

But what finished me off was what she whispered in my ear. In an oh-so-sexy French accent, she smouldered “Cum for me my sexy little slut. Cum hard for me.” Oh my god, the accent, the words. I was gone. Her hand was just jerking small little motion with short delays, the affect being milking my orgasm for every second. I was totally hers, totally in the control of that hand and that sexy voice. And I did cum hard. My legs gave way, but she held me as she continued to milk me. My poor clit was so hard, and almost painful. She did that. She was good.

When I finally could hold my own weight with my legs again, she let go and, remembering the protocol of this place, I curtsied and thanked her for the orgasm. She smiled, saying first of many as she preened at my hair with her fingers, making me presentable. Her fingers smelt of orgasm. My orgasm, and she did nothing to clean them. She just told me we were needed to start work tonight. Not sure I could really, but it is why we were here. To save this place.

She helped me in (as my legs still weren’t great) and we all sat round a table. Me, Eva, Eloise, Claudette (the housekeeper) and Kiara, an Australian former guest about my age, together with a female solicitor who was not much older, and, to her credit, was naked as well. I spent the whole two hours thinking about Eva making me cum and what I was going to do to her when I could. But all the boring legal stuff needed doing and we did it all that evening.

And then when it was over, Eva made the solicitor cum too. It was like watching me cum earlier from a third person perspective. Eva was very good at milking orgasms, at dragging every last ounce of orgasm out of a woman and the poor solicitor ended up looking more broken that I was. We left her to recover, with Eva looking very pleased with herself.

Eva had missed this place. And it was on its way back.

She walked me back to my room, and as I opened the door, my husband was laying on the bed, his cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. Eva licked her lips, and I told her to hop on. But my husband had other ideas. As she clambered on, he flipped her over onto her front, onto a large pillow under her belly and tossed me the lube before pulling her ass cheeks apart.

As I sprayed lube over her asshole and worked it in, I actually briefly felt a bit sorry for it. He was already so hard and so big that the act of skewering her asshole would no doubt bring a tear to her eyes. Even I’d struggle with that size for a first entry, and I take his cock literally every single day.

I was half expecting her to squirm at my working of her asshole, but she was still and accepting. She remembered him fucking my asshole in that reception area those years ago, she remembered his size, hardness and stamina and she knew a good lubing was her asshole’s best chance of surviving this. If she squirmed or struggled, she knew it would only make her experience worse.

As I lubed her asshole, he presented his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it with zeal, and he put his hands behind her head, face fucking her whilst I was preparing her ass. She felt his cock get even harder and even longer, each in stroke pushing his glans into the top of her throat, making her choak with each instroke. She felt totally and completely used, and she loved it. By the degrading face fuck, my husband now had all that control over her that she had over me.

I nodded to him that her asshole was ready, and he withdrew and knelt over her. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and he nudged his glans against her pucker.  He squirted more lube round his cock and started nudging in. She started squealing, her cries sounding right on the verge between pleasure and pain. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

The Perils Of Fucking One Of Each

28 February 2023 /

It was only a few days since I first kissed Melissa and had first fucked Melissa come to think of it, and I made quite a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. In my mind, I had her and my uni guy as separate relationships. Of course, they were, but that doesn’t mean it was that easy. Melissa knew I was fucking him, and I quickly told him I was fucking her too. Both knew I wanted to carry on with them both, and that was all OK. But I didn’t mean to rub her nose in it…. almost literally.

I woke up on that day not expecting to fuck anyone all day. I bumped into him on his way to a lecture mid-morning. As he carried on past, without breaking step, he just turned towards me and shouted was I free at two? I just yelled yes, and he waved as he carried on. My cunt instantly moistened as I assumed he wanted to fuck me. That was the sort of relationship we had: a straightforward “friends with benefits” arrangement.

I arrived at the allotted time and within no time at all, I was bent over the so called “comfy chair” with my head below my waist and my panties completely off, being masturbated by his hand in a long, slow, very thorough warm-up. He was talking to me about something (which wasn’t going in at the time, let alone something I remember years later), and he wasn’t about anything dirty. His words were ignoring what he was doing to my cunt, whilst rubbing and manipulating it in a very practiced way.

We had fucked quite a bit by then, and although he wasn’t very adventurous, what he did he did well. He knew how to make me a quivering wreck, just by the fingers and the skill with which he used them. It was almost the nonchalant way he worked my cunt that made it feel dirty, his almost disconnected work. I think he loved that he could turn me, who he knew as quite a strong-willed young woman, into a totally obedient orgasm crazed wreck, who just let him do what he wanted. He wasn’t what you would call dominant, but he did like to be in charge of my orgasms, and I was so happy to let him.

He made me cum twice just with his fingers before he moved on to rubbing on my very wet cunt with his glans, focussing mostly on my engorged clit and my fleshy folds. I came again from his glans rubbing before he got hard enough to start actually fucking me, and then when he inserted his cock, my welcoming cunt soon got it very hard. At the time, I always wanted him to cum really deeply, but he liked cumming with only his glans inside me, making it likely I would drip his cum out, and he kept my panties for 24 hours to make sure I got myself in a big mess.

Roll forward three hours, and I saw Melissa in the dining hall. She says what she wants for dessert is my juicy cunt, and I completely forgot what my uni guy had done to me before. So, Melissa is face up on her bed and I’m facesitting her, and what turns out to be allowing his cum to slip onto her tongue and into her mouth.

I was mortified when she said I tasted like cum. I thought she didn’t really like cum, and yet here I was sliding it into her mouth. Before she got too much, she mumbled about sharing it with me (her mouth muffled somewhat by my cunt). So, when she tapped me on the ass, I climbed off her and firmly planted my lips on hers, and she pushed a good load of cum into my mouth with her tongue. I broke the kiss off and then, channelling my “Good Girl” training, I swallowed the cum all in one go and then showed her my empty mouth. She smiled and then indicated I move.

I knew what she wanted, and I began facesitting her again, firmly planning my cunt over her mouth. I felt her tongue start to work round my folds and she clamped down on my legs to stop me moving while she cleaned my cunt of all its cum. She had no interest in taking his cock (or any other cock) in her mouth directly, but it seemed that cum from my orifices was perfectly acceptable to her.

Once she had deemed me to be clear of cum, her tongue began focussing on my clit, and although she guessed I had orgasmed once already that day, she didn’t realise I’d already had four orgasms that morning. But an agile tongue made her get two out of the facesitting position.

After the two, she released the lock on my legs, and I decided I wanted a taste of cunt. I climbed off her again and then crouched between her legs and put my mouth to her cunt. She opened her legs a little to give me more room, and as I kissed her cunt gently, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing it a little towards her cunt. Her excitement was already showing in her taste, and I figured orgasm number one wouldn’t be hard to extract. I deliberately ignored her clit and licked everywhere else, dipping inside her cunt occasionally for that wonderful taste. I thought she was close, so I decided to flick across her clit a couple of times and that was enough to make her cum, screaming and arching her back as she did so. But she didn’t release the back of my head and I got the message. This time, I included her clit in my tongue movements, and I could feel from the slight twitch of her body that her clit was very sensitive after that first orgasm. And now I was showing it no mercy, no consideration for that sensitivity.

Not that I think she was after mercy. After all, she hadn’t released the hold on my head.

With my mouth tasting of a delicious mix of her cunt juices and his cum load, I set about very delicately and very lovingly working her cunt folds and any part I could reach with my tongue, very methodically working anywhere I could reach. I felt her pull my head in towards her cunt, so I decided that she wanted more than gentle now, and got faster, more vigorous, and firmer with my tongue. Her body had been still to that point, but now she started squirming. I had to hold on to her to stop her escaping from my tongue.

But as I persisted, she got wetter, her squirms got larger, and her moans got louder. I just loved having her in this position, totally under the control of my tongue and craving every touch with it. Through her top, she massaged her tits as I slowly brought her to orgasm. My face was flooded with her juices as her body relaxed after cumming. She was happy, and I was too. And I was so relieved that my mistake didn’t have major fallout.

What I learned was that she was happy to be fed his cum. It was male genitalia she wasn’t that keen on, so using my cunt to transport cum to her was ideal. It was a curious twist, but one I was happy to facilitate on many an occasion throughout our time together.

Rebecca With The Smell Of Sex

20 February 2023 /

It is quite hard to concentrate on role-playing when there is a strong smell of sex coming from the woman next to you, especially as you were responsible for it. Nobody said a word whilst she was in there, but there were some comments as to how they wished they’d done that to her after she changed rooms. My now husband just sat there smugly.

During the second day, there wasn’t really much chance for a sex break. They popped to get lunch, during which she told him it felt like she was oozing into her panties, and he’d have to sort the mess out later. She knew he would.

The hours flew by as the game got more intense and everyone convened in the largest room about 6 hours from the end for the Acme products fight. It was hilarious and everyone had a great time.

And all too soon, it was over. Next game would be the start of next term. Rebecca nodded to him across the crowded room, and she slipped out of it. He followed about a minute later and found her waiting round the corner for him. Her first words to him were “Are you going to do something about the mess in my panties?” Absolutely he would, but possibly not what she was thinking. Not yet anyway.

When they got back to her room, he stripped her again, apart from her panties and sat her on the bed. He held his cock towards her mouth and told her to get him hard again. She started running her tongue up and down the full length of the underside of his shaft, occasionally flicking her tongue over his glans. When he started to get hard, she added sliding his whole cock into her mouth into the mix, and she knew he was getting close.

But immediately after the first twitch that signified to her that he was about to cum, he pulled his cock away from her, stooped down, pulled the front of her panties away from her body and put the end of his cock into the void, before pumping his cum in between her panties and her cunt. Once he finished, he placed her panties back in place, patted the front of her panties to make the new cum ooze round her cunt, and asked if she wanted to get dinner.

It wasn’t quite the “doing something about the mess in my panties” she was expecting, but it did make her feel sexy as hell, and he assured her that dessert for him would be the contents of her panties. She was having cake.

But first, there was the period of having her panties filled in a cummy, juicy mess, and as a consequence, she smelt of sex again, the first lot having waned over the hours. They went out to be fed and watered, the smell of sex absolutely surrounding Rebecca. She loved it.

When they returned to her room, he stripped her again, this time peeling her panties off her before sitting her on the edge of the bed. The fabric of her panties was covered with a juicy cummy mixture, and he took the panties and wiped the worst of the mixture onto the tops of her tits, leaving a glistening layer across them. He took her panties back down and started wiping the cummy mess off her cunt, before lifting up her right tit and wiping the mess onto the underside of her tit and right into the crack. He repeated this for her left tit, and then stuffed her panties in his pocket. When he looked at her face, he saw curiosity and naughtiness, so he knew he was fine to carry on.

Then he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth towards the cummy mess that was her cunt, very fastidiously and methodically clearing the remaining mess. He left her clit to last, and she was already rather turned on the licking, so when he started flicking his tongue round her clit, she knew she was cumming again and couldn’t stop it (not that she wanted to). He quickened his tongue round her clit, and he felt her body start to tense and her cries heighten. A few more quick flicks with his tongue and she was cumming again, a few more flicks kept her orgasm going, and then after she stopped cumming, he very gently licked her cunt clean again.

He declared her cunt as all clear and clean and sat back to admire her in this very sexy pose. She told him that her orgasm was made stronger by the strong smell of sex emanating from her tits, and she reminded him that he needed to lick them clean too.

“All in good time” he told her, and he offered her a hand to get up. He then turned her round and bent her over her desk, her cummy tits squashed into the desk as she leant over it. He moved her legs slightly apart and rubbed his glans against her folds until he was hard again. He thinks she thought he was teasing her, as she started to beg for his cock, but he wasn’t quite hard enough yet. Her begging though did help to get his cock hard again, especially as her begging got more frantic.

Soon enough, his cock was hard enough, and so he began to put her out of her misery and started to nudge his glans in between her lips, nudging slowly and steadily into her cunt. He was in all the way, when he put his hands onto the front of her thighs and slowly began to draw his cock back and then forth, pulling on her thighs to ensure a good depth and power for the in-stroke.

He increased the rhythm of his strokes and increased the power with which he slammed into her. He felt his cock growing even harder and bending up slightly, meaning his glans was sliding along the bottom of her tunnel. Her language was getting more lewd, making it even harder for him to hold off, and yet he wanted her to cum too.

He moved his hand across from her thigh to her clit and started to play with it. Her voice went up in tone a notch and her language was really explicit about what she wanted. But all too soon, she was unable to speak, as she was barely able to catch her breath, and then, he felt her start to cum. After a couple more strokes to keep her orgasm going, he stopped and sprayed more cum into her well-used cunt.

She collapsed over the table in exhaustion, and he lifted her up and took her to her bed. He put her in it and started covering her over, when she said that he wasn’t leaving her that night, as in the morning, he’d need to lick the cum from on the top of and under her tits. So, he got into bed with her and spooned her as they went to sleep, his hand firmly grabbing on to one of her cummy tits as they lay there.

As he drifted off, he hoped this would become a regular occurrence, as he loved fucking his sassy American lover.

Rebecca With The Greedy Cunt

12 February 2023 /

They played Toon for another five hours, and it was heading into the late evening. Most of the hardcore gamers were settling in for the night, but my husband was determined to fill Rebecca’s cunt. He passed her a note (whilst they were still playing) that asked, “Have you recovered enough?” and the reply came back simply as “Yes”.

Rebecca’s character and his were walking on a promontory high above a cliff, and his character stumbled, and started falling off the promontory. He reached out and grabbed for Rebecca’s character, which he succeeded in grabbing (the dice were kind to him), and the two off them fell off the promontory and into a different GM room.

At this time of night, people disappearing for a few hours was not unusual, so my husband and Rebecca walked up the stairs back to her room, my husband telling her how hard she was going to get fucked and how hard she was going to cum. Sassy as ever, she demanded less talk and more action, and said his cock would have to live up to his mouth.

The sexual tension between them went from slight to mega over the course of a flight of stairs. She touched his enclothed cock as they neared her room and licked her lips as it was delightfully hard.

As they slammed the door to her room, he was already pulling her top off. This was no time for delay, and she took off the bright red “fuck me” bra and hurled it across the room. He unbuttoned her trousers and slid them over her ass, her quickly following with her panties.

Then naked, she took his shirt off, and undid his belt and dropped his trousers, gasping out loud at the sight of him in a well-fitting black male thong. He turned round for her to see his ass in it (which does look very cute in a well-fitting thong), and he slid that down and stepped out of it.

He slightly picked her up and placed her on the bed, climbing on himself and nudging her legs apart. As he lent forward and started kissing her, his cock started rubbing and nudging against her cunt.

His cock was so hard, and her cunt was so slick that gently nudging turned in no time into a hands-free entry, and in a matter of moments, he was having slow deliberate long thrusts that made her slightly rear up as he drove in.

It felt good. Her cunt was clearly very slick, indicating just how excited she really was. His cock was growing ever so slightly with each thrust, and his hardness intensified with each squeeze of his cock with her cunt. Whilst continuing his rhythm, he alternated between her nipples and her mouth, licking her nipples and tonguily kissing her. Her breathing started to quicken as he kept up this relentless rhythm. No need to rush, this poor girl was going nowhere and building towards an orgasm completely in his control. Her face flushed and she sounded like she was struggling to breathe, and at that point, he accelerated his strokes, slamming into her cunt as far as he could on every stroke. He felt her tense up, as she locked her legs round his back, stopping him moving as she clearly convulsed and shook a number of times in orgasmic beauty. After what seemed like ages, but was probably less than a minute, she unlocked her legs and told him to cum in her, something it did not take him long to achieve; all it took was a minute of fucking, combined with her squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles.

After he had liberally sprayed the inside of her cunt with his thick white cum, he leant down and kissed her heartily and with tongues, whilst his spent cock shrank and slowly slipped out of her cunt.

As he lifted his weight off her, she rolled to one side and asked him to spoon her, which he was happy to do. He snuggled behind her, with his cock sitting in her ass crack, and his arms over her waist holding her close, clasping her lowest tit with his hand.

It wasn’t long before he realised that she was sound asleep, and as he was fighting to stay awake, he was soon able to follow.

They awoke with a start as Rebecca’s alarm went off. She slammed the top of it to silence it, and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. She told him that was the best way to fall to sleep, and who was he to disagree?

He nibbled at her ear and asked her if she wanted to start the day with a gentle fuck, and she admitted that would be lovely. So, he rolled her over, she opened her legs and she played with his cock until it was hard (only took a very short time), and then he slipped into her cunt. She whispered in her ear that she didn’t want to cum, but she did want a slow fuck, to feel him hard inside her cunt and to feel his spasming and filling her cunt with his cum. She told him to focus on himself and to use her body for his pleasure.

That wasn’t something he was used to (still isn’t), but as he focussed on the strokes, he could feel her body moving under him. He knew she was enjoying herself, and that gave him the confidence to focus on his own pleasure, and that meant keeping his cock moving in her cunt for as long as possible and that meant fighting to stop himself cumming. Rebecca was squeezing his cock over and over with her cunt muscles, which was making it very hard for him to stop cumming. She clearly knew what he was trying to do, and the smirk on her face showed she was enjoying watching and feeling his struggle.

She was quite impressed at his stamina, but his cock was growing with each squeeze, and she knew she was going to have him cumming soon. She loved the look of discomfort and concentration on his face, as he focussed everything he had on not cumming.

And then she felt the first signs of a twitch, and she knew she had him. The look of concentration disappeared in an instant as his cum started spewing into her cunt again. She kept squeezing his cock to milk every last drop of cum, until his cock rapidly shrank and slipped out of her cunt.

He lent over and kissed her, and she told him they needed to get back to the game. He climbed off and they started to get dressed, only being interrupted because he decided he wanted to kiss her nipples before she put them away.

As they were walking down the corridor towards the game rooms, she told him she smelt of sex. Very strongly. He looked smug, but she didn’t seem particularly inclined to do anything about it. Let’s face it, strongly smelling of sex in a room full of gamers and knowing some of them will likely be getting turned on by it is good for the self-esteem, and she wasn’t ashamed of getting fucked, and she didn’t care who knew it.

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