Her mouth moved, a sound escaping, little more than a whisper, lost in the passion emanating from inside her.
"What do you want?"
He let the belt fall back down a little further, separating them a little more. Her hand wrenched free and shot back, grabbing his pants by the belt loop and pulling him closer, pushing the bulge she found between her ass cheeks, to the hot center of her.
She reached her head back and whispered directly into his ear, " I want you inside me."
Hands fumbling at his pants, she finally get them down and her own panties slid out of the way, letting him inside her. The first moment felt like an eternity, jamming himself inside her so hard she was forced back into the wall and lifted off her feet. She let out a moan that seemed less of a sound and more a vibration that passed along the thing wall. Linc was surprised the pictures didn't fall.
He started working himself in and out of her, head pressed between her shoulder blades, their gasps and moans matching each other in time with their hips. She shifted and moved a hand from the side of the wall to in front of her, groping her breasts through her thin shirt, using her hand to pinch her nipples as her chest was ground into the wall from his weight. Her other hand stole underneath her skirt, equally underneath her panties, and he felt her moan as she rubbed her clit in time with his fucking.
It started in her shoulders, a warmth that pushed the cold out of her chest and into the air, warmth that brought with it a vibrating shudder that emanated from her very center. She felt him sliding in and out of her, felt him moving inside her, felt her own hands on her breasts, felt the force of him pushing her into the wall, felt his heavy breath pounding on her shoulder, and she came. She scrunched up her feet and pushed herself harder into the wall, palming it, pulling herself away from him and letting the orgasm grab her and do what it wanted.
The peak left her, and she was gasping, moaning, slouching herself down the wall, lost to herself, when she felt his hands grab her hips and begin to pull her ass back up to him. She felt his dick higher this time, outside her ass, and she pushed him away. He looked at her, slightly amused, and she smiled back.
"I don't want to."
He grinned back.
"I don't care what you want."
Her eyes faltered slightly, and he knew that she was telling the truth, they weren't playing anymore. He put a hand on her shoulder, brushing her hair aside, and smiled at her again.
"Hey, it's ok, we don't have to do it."
Her hands found his shoulders and she smiled, pushing herself back against the wall, spreading her legs for him, and her smile turned from sweet to devilish.
"I'm sorry sir. Let me make it up to you."
Linc plunged his hips forward, pushing into her again, and he immediately felt her legs wrap around him, pinning him to her. Teeth, his, found her neck, kissing and biting equally, ravenously devouring the taste of her flesh and the sweat that glimmered on her breasts and face. She moaned as his teeth nipped her neck and he felt her hands tearing into his back, twin fire dragons breathing on his shoulders and pushing his passion even further.
The wall was bucking, almost visibly bending as her hips bucked outwards from it to take his hard cock. She was almost horizontal now, her shoulders pressed against the wall, her hands moved back to hold her up, Linc's own hands holding her hips close to keep her from falling while she bounced on his dick. He felt his own passion building, felt the waves coming, and he could tell she felt it too.
"Please...sir...I still owe you..."
She pushed off him, leaving him no time to disagree, and dropped to her knees in front of him. He felt her hands jacking him off, felt her tongue licking the tip of him.
"Please...daddy...I want your cum all over my face...please..."
She bent down, looking up at him, licking her lips, and it pushed him over the edge. She gripped him hard with her hand, shooting his come all over her face, over her nose, her eyes, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to catch as much as possible.
"Oh god...daddy...."
He leaned against the wall, towering over her, as she licked his semen off her fingers, running her tongue around her mouth, her skirt spread open beneath her, her own cum and juices making the inside of her legs slick. She smiled up at him as she cleaned the last bits of come and he suddenly wanted her more than ever. He reached down, endowed with a new vitality, and gripped her legs in his hands. With one motion he pushed her knees up onto his shoulders and slid her up the wall, letting her pussy find it's home right in front of his face.
Alex grunted in surprise, but it was quickly replaced by a startled moan as his tongue investigated inside her pink lips, probing deep and then licking out towards her clit. Hands tangled in his hair, she pumped her hips at him, riding his face and letting her own juices flow over him, and he in turn lapped them up with a fervor only equal to the one she showed him. Her ass shoved forward again, hands clamping down as his lips clamped down on the small nub that centered her pleasure, and she came again, head pounding against the wall, thighs wrapped around his head, hair plastered to her forehead with perspiration.
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Separated by mere plaster and wallpaper, Kara did listen, and she was wet. She heard the man command the young girl around, heard her moans and his perspiration, but more so heard a note of restraint, heard the pleasure they could be having in place of the pleasure they let themselves feel content with.
She lay on the bed, head cocked to hear through the wall, clad only in a small black tank top and a matching thong. If Linc had though she would look horrifying or less than human, he was wrong; nothing about her form insinuated anything lay beneath the surface save for her eyes, which seemed to catch the light with an inner fire at inopportune times. Her body was perfect, large breasts lying unnaturally still underneath the cool cotton fabric, flat stomach leading to long legs that promised all kinds of treasures hidden in between. The black fabric of the thong seemed carefully placed to just cover up anything indecent.
They were fucking against the other side of the wall, the dresser next to Kara's bed almost rocking from the commotion next door, and the woman smiled, sliding a hand down on top of her stomach and letting it stir restlessly there. She loved sex as much as any mortal man, or woman, but she sometimes went months or years at a time before giving into temptation and pleasuring herself, or, rarely, letting another please her. She could orgasm now for almost a day straight, sometimes without even touching herself, just listening to the painful mewling of men she had tortured, the pleading of women she had left broken and useless before her. The sound of two innocent people on the other side of the wall getting to know their inner selves, bringing their own nasty little impulses to light. Innocence corrupted could be the most amazing aphrodisiac around.
It wasn't that Kara had no respect for life, quite the opposite. With better than a century under her belt, she had more than a few lifetimes to ponder the existence of man. She had not come to think of them as cattle like many of her movie kind had, or think of them simply as food, but rather she thought of them as individual people, individual lives that all intertwined at one specific moment. Decades and decades of time and experience could come together into one brilliant instance, one bright time, where it was snuffed out, where it was made to beg, and where it was showed no mercy. Kara didn't lack respect for life, she just enjoyed destroying something that she respected so much.
She heard a muffled groan signifying Lincoln had reached his finish, and she wondered if he had come inside her or on her. The thought of not knowing made her even wetter, and let a hand steal up over her ribs to lift her tank top up, exposing her breasts to the air, letting her fingers play over them and massage them. The electricity of sensitivity traveled from her nipples back down into her stomach, somewhere below her stomach, and she let out a soft sigh.
There was another reverberation through the wall, and suddenly she could hear the young girl crying out on the other side, could feel her ecstasy vibrating through, and she pressed a free hand up to the wall, imagining how the girl's back would feel under her palm, imagined how her sweat would taste, her blood. Kara's other hand stole underneath her thong, and she began to time her moans exactly to those coming through the other side of the wall. She imagined Lincoln's dick swelling inside her, imagined Alex's tongue licking between her pink lips. She came, and her last thought before she was pushed over was how much she would enjoy destroying these two.
