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Your hungry lips upon my equally starved mouth is reminiscent of our early days fooling around back when we first met; the raw, passionate energy between the two of us has always been palpable, hopelessly impossible to contain. Just like those early days back on the couch at your sister's house, there's a movie playing in the background as we kiss and touch one another, but this time, we're surrounded by dozens of strange people in a dark room.
The environment was a shared fantasy for the both of us, and already my jeans had become too tight for comfort; I groaned into your mouth, sucking upon your tongue ring. You were always the sluttiest woman I've ever slept with, but that's what made our every encounter so memorable: you were down to try anything at least once.
The large screen before us was displaying a B class movie that we had forgotten about almost as soon as we took our seats in the back; there were too many people around to do what we wanted to do, but I was determined not to leave this room without receiving something for the price of admission.
"I can smell you," I whispered after breaking away from your lips.
You put on that innocent smile of yours and shake your head, but I knew better now; I knew the scent of your pussy very well, and I also knew that you had neglected to wear panties tonight after following my instructions from earlier today. I watch your eyes follow my hands down to my zipper, slowly easing the hissing device down until I could free my erection.
You spoke not a word but instantly slid out of your seat to kneel down in between my legs; the position was cramped due to how the seats were arranged, but it didn't matter to you. You greedily began sucking me before I could even adjust in my seat to make matters easier for you. I groaned aloud, momentarily forgetting where I was, one of my hands patching upon the back of your head.
I stared down at you, watching a professional cocksucker at work; the way you worshipped my cock was unlike any other woman. Your mouth was expertly trained, your tongue a weapon of supreme devastation. Your pretty head bobbed up and down at the smoothest of rhythms, my thick shaft gliding in and out of your drooling orifice.
The sensation was otherworldly, and it was all I could do to contain myself in that setting; I looked around to see if anyone had noticed what was occurring in the theater, but every patron was too focused on the film. You continued along uninhibited, stroking me every so often while simultaneously attempting to fit every inch down your throat.
"Enough," I gasped, gently patting your shoulder to grab your attention.
You easily slipped back into your seat, eyeing me as your pierced tongue ran across your lips. I hastily zipped myself up before grabbing your hand, making a beeline for the exit...
The oral assault continued on the highway as I drove, my moans of contentment now very audible; your scent is heavier, muskier, slowly beginning to intoxicate my every sense. Your pussy is by far the wettest I have ever encountered, and tonight is no different: I finger your swollen cunt as you devour my cock, your ass propped high into the air to allow me access.
It was too dark out for another car to pass by and see what was taking place inside my sedan, but neither of us would have cared by that point; lust itself had seemingly replaced oxygen for all we knew, as we drove along in that uncomfortable position for nearly twenty miles.
It wasn't until I pulled into the office parking lot that you disengaged from my swollen member, and that I reclaimed my now pruned fingers from your body. I hastily parked the car, turned it off and got out, covering my exposed erection with my shirt as there were a few people milling about outside a nearby restaurant.
You joined me at the door to the building, and seconds later, we were alone inside of a dark lobby equipped with couches and tables and industrial sized copying machines. We wasted no time in tearing the clothes from each other's bodies, making our way to my office in the back.
I flipped on the light as we entered, my shirt hitting the floor a second later; you asked me how I wanted you, and I instructed you to take a seat upon my best friend's desk, who also happened to be your ex. You silently complied, climbing onto the smooth surface to sit while facing me; I assumed a position in front of you, seated in a chair. My hands gently parted your knees to reveal your glorious pink pussy, the orifice leaking so much fluid that a blind man could easily be swayed to believe that it was wounded.
I eagerly dove in, my tongue an immediate blur upon your puffy lips; you responded with a sharp moan, watching me graciously return the favor you had given me earlier. Your pussy always tasted the best, and this instance was no exception: I relished the sweet excrement pouring from you, bathing my tongue in it, sucking upon your folds of skin for it.
"Ooh, fuck fuck fuck," you whined, your breath coming out short and choppy.
I felt your hand upon the back of my head now, its presence encouraging to my endeavor; you weren't a fan of receiving oral sex, but I was determined to change your mind by any means necessary. The engorged button that was your clitoris fell victim to my experienced tongue, the likes of which convulsed within and upon you with unabated energy...
Ah yes, Tali, so glad you could make it.
I've been expecting you.
No, thank you for reading Icy, I'm pleased that you liked it! I sometimes like to pretend that I know how to write.![]()


Yes ma'am. I have an experiment in mind that I think you would be perfect for. It involves jumper cables, lard and Full House reruns. Interested?![]()