FuckFantasy
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I return the passionate kiss before growling with a smile. "Of course..."
Then I begin. My hips start thrusting, my cock pounding that sloppy cunt over and over, stretching it wide open. My breath quickens, my hands squeeze, my heart pounds. Every muscle in my body strove to take you beyond Heaven, beyond any pleasure you have felt. I wanted to make you squeal, tremble, squirm and moan. Every sound drives me on, my hips moving faster. My teeth capture some skin on your neck, biting hard.
There's a man standing across from us. Our entangled bodies separated from his solid, singular presence by rows of empty seats. Watching. Taking in the way I wrap all four long limbs around you as we begin to slam repeatedly into the wall. I can see him standing ramrod straight, a lust-stricken silhouette in the theater's swallowing darkness.
When I start to gasp and groan to the rhythm of your cock skewering my clenching cunt, I can see him begin to fumble for his fly. The screen gets particularly bright as the scene changes. He's gripping his cock and rubbing in slow strokes, his jaw slack, eyes wide.
I look at you and whisper in your ear not to turn around. "There's a guy jerking off to the way you fuck me. Let's give him a show."
And that's when I start pumping that dick faster, giving you just as much as you're cramming into me. All that lusty grinding leaves me mewling, writhing in your embrace, fucking you with a feeling that borders on manic. The need to be filled, to be stretched, overwhelms me. I'm pinned against the wall, bouncing on that giant prick, my own mouth hung open as coos of filthy pleasure mingle with the dialogue blaring from the speakers.