He was fucking her from behind. There would be bruises where his fingers gripped her hips so tight. Each time he rammed his cock into her, she shoved her ass back. I heard the smacking sound again and again. His body was covered with sweat. Her moans and screams only excited him more. The swaying of her tits, back and forth, as they fucked, was mesmerizing. He had been here often, but never without a shirt. Strong, muscular, his broad shoulders easily held his weight. The kind of body we all want our boyfriend to have. She was lucky.
All I could think of was touching that hot, silky skin. The taste of sweet lips and salty necks. Joining in. They didn't know I was watching. Couldn't see me as I stood hidden in the shadows. When I first came home, I had assumed no one would be here. Last night my roommate Kendra had told me she would be at work this afternoon. Then I heard the noises. The creaking of the bed frame. The mattress as someone thrashed around and around. It had drawn me in, called my name, to go see the two of them together. Led me to stumble upon this abandoned assault.
Changing positions, in sync with one another, I could clearly see his cock. It was huge. Thick, hard and shiny with her juices. Now flat on his back, it reached up proudly, confidently. She was sitting across his legs, her pussy spread wide. Lifting over him, both hands on his chest, she lowered her swollen lips near the head of his dick. Instantly his back arched, trying to get closer. Begging.
Her teasing grin, as she guided him, was enticing. His gasp as his cock was partially surrounded by her tightness, sent chills down my spine. No patience to wait, he pulled her down, impaling her on his cock. All 8 inches throbbing. So full. So hot. So wet. His eyes closed in a tortured look. Yet I could almost feel his pleasure.
