Torture. I need the filling. Now.
If I wait any longer, everyone in the house is going to get a view of me riding Kurt. Live porn. I'm sure they'd rather watch it from the privacy of their own bedroom.
Too late. Kurt has unzipped his pants, and the head of his cock is visible to me. My eyes are drawn to it, and the slippery juice between my legs is dripping for it.
In one swift motion, he has removed my panties. I shove him down on the floor and rub my pussy lips against his jeans. Then I slide my wet hole down on top of him.
He gasps. "Wow. You are wet." I lick the bottom of his top lip. "And tight," he mumbles against my mouth. "Oh, so tight."
I use my feet to push his jeans down his hips until his cock and balls are exposed. As I gaze down at his huge balls, I think, He is such a man! The thought lasts a split second before I am on him.
And moaning. His rock-hard cock feels so good inside of my wet little pussy. I can't stand it! I ride up and down, arching my back, squeezing him with the walls of my pussy. I rub against the head with fervor.
His balls are getting soaked. Droplets from my pussy are splattering his jeans-covered thighs. I lift up my skirt so he can get an eyeful of what it's hiding. I drop it before anyone else can see and lower my body so I can lick and suck on his neck.
His cock is twitching inside of me. His hands shove my hips back down so I am riding even the bottom inch.
"Annabelle, I can't," he gasps. "It feels too good. I'm not going to last. I have to..." He rolls on top and thrusts so hard and fast that anyone who glances our way will definitely see his balls as they swing visibly back and forth. He explodes inside of me then smiles sweetly.