Rolling 20s (closed to Sindy)

Sindy gave Johnboy a wicked glance and shrugged nonchalantly, mouthing back to him "Pretty fucking good. Think you can top it?" And following it up with a playful wink.

Meanwhile, she continued sipping her precious vodka as she leaned back into her chair, her breasts straining nicely against the confining top, and her bare foot resting in Johnboys lap across from her.
 
Johnboy grins, not at all intimidated. "He's all fucking intense and stuff, I know. I've heard the locker room talk."

Michael glances over at the two of them, brows furrowing. "What are you talking about now?"

"Moobs," Johnboy replies airily, drawing a disgusted wince from Michael and a dismissing wave. The broad young man glances over at Sindy and waggles his eyebrows, dropping one hand to his lap where he begins to massage her foot with obvious practice. "Also, your sister's fucking hot. I'mma go knock one out in the bathroom, yeah? Be right back."

"Are you fucking serious?" Michael says incredulously, but Johnboy stands up, already ignoring his buddy as he wanders off towards the bathroom with an irascible smirk on his face.
 
Sindy giggled at Johnboys comment, sighing a bit as he released her foot and pushed away from the table, heading down the back hallway. She didn't doubt for a second that he would really go and jerk off in the bathroom, considering the growing hardon she'd felt against her foot for a brief second.

After Michaels outrage she rolled her eyes and stood up herself, adjusting her top with a wink at Neal and grabbing her pack of cigarettes from the table, slipping them into her lush cleavage and making her way out of the kitchen toward the hall.

"Well if Johnboy is taking a break then I'm going to have a smoke. I don't know how you boys play this if all you do is take jerk off breaks..."

She made her way down the hall but instead of turning left toward the garage, she made a right, heading for the main bath.
 
The shower is running by the time Sindy catches up to Johnboy, and he's stripping off to jump in when the door cracks open. "Hey there, hon," he says with a roguish grin, kicking aside his underwear as she enters. His ROTC shirt is already on the ground, and his membership is evident - Johnboy is solid likie a cliff face, a wall of broad muscle from days with the mil-org and nights helping his father in construction. It's not the honed tightness of Neal's body, but the real weight of a strongman instead; no six-pack, but when he slaps his belly it doesn't ripple at all, even with its broadness.

"Figured I might as well clean off with how dirty-minded I am," he continues, stepping into the stream of water with a happy sigh. "Plus, this way I get to make shitty comments about how awesome his showerhead is. He'll probably buy a new one or something. Prude."

Playful, he slides the frosted glass door halfway closed to protect his nudity (or just his sculpted buttocks), eying Sindy with a smile. "So what are you here for? What can little old virginal me do for such a lady as you?"
 
Sindy slipped inside and shut the door behind her, flipping the lock with an audible CLICK before taking a seat on the vanity top and lighting her cigarette. She eyed Johnboy as he got into the shower, smirking. "No need to shut that on my account Johnboy."

She took a long drag and crossed her legs, watching the big man lather up, and casually commenting "So, you really don't have any shame at all, do you?"
 
"I play football, and I'm in the Corps, and I'm a total fucking horndog," Johnboy lists off with a laugh burbling out from his throat, as he grabs the soap and works it over his body, each press of the lye revealing the shelves of muscle lurking just underneath the innocuous skin. "No, three times over. It's been years since I was embarassed about anything, and right now I definitely don't have anything to cover."

He shakes his ass at Sindy tauntingly, chuckling and leaning back into the spray, adoring the feel of the warm water running down his body.
 
Sindy smirked and took another drag before mashing out the cigarette in the sink. She slipped off the vanity top and slowly peeled off her tank, dropping it beside her before reaching behind her to release the clasp of the lacy bra. With a grin she let it fall, her ample tits spilling free for him to see. She followed this up by bending at her slender waist and peeling off her skin tight yoga pants, adding them to pile.

She stepped out of the heap and over to the shower, wearing only a grin.

"You got room in there for me?"
 
Johnboy whistles slowly as Sindy's luscious body reveals itself, all curves from her heavy tits to her wide hips. "You are packing some heat there, Sindy," he compliments with a wide smile, his shaft twitching just at the sight of her. "Damn, why didn't Michael invite you sooner to our shindigs? Get that lovely ass in here."

He opens the shower door for her, though it's largely pointless - the shower isn't quite made for two people, and the friction between their slickening bodies is delicious. Basking in every brush of pendulous tit against his skin, Johnboy maneuvers Sindy until she is facing away from the showerhead, with him behind her soaping her perfect body as he slowly ruts into the crevice of her ass with a swiftly-engorging cock.
 
Sindy squeezed her thick, curvy frame into the small shower with a grin, tying her hair back as she did. Immediately, she felt Johnboys half hard prick nestle between her voluptuous ass cheeks, and she ground back against it a bit out of pure instinct.

As he soaped her back she worked on her front, feeling the warm water beating down on her skin, flowing down her neck, her shoulders, the swell of her huge, pillowy tits as she lathered them a bit more than she needed to.

"So...You think noone is going to think it's weird we're in here with the shower running?"
 
"Neal knows and Michael's figuring it out," Johnboy dismisses, as one broad hand clutches at a pillowy tit and the other creeps low to finger her clit, rubbing over the flushed lips of her pussy. He spreads her wide and grinds his thick shaft up against the open folds, lubricating himself nicely between the water and the gathering wetness of her present and past arousal. "What are they going to do, join us?"

He leans in, nibbling on Sindy's ear. "More importantly, how do you want this, babe? Just right here like this, with me bending you over?"
 
Sindy let out a satisfied breath as Johnboys large hand cupped her breast, and she arched her back a little as his thickening shaft began sawing against her slick lips. She raised a leg and perched her toes on the edge of the tub, opening herself up to him and she braced one palm flat on the cool tile and reached back to grip on of her full ass cheeks with the other and gripping it tightly.

She looked back at him, biting her lips softly as she felt him throb between her thick thighs.

"Mmm here is fine baby...just don't let me fall while you pound my pussy Johnboy..."
 
Johnboy chuffs a laugh. "That's a nickname, hon. While I've got my dick in between your legs, call me John."

He kneels for a quick moment, running his tongue up along the underside of that bared and lifted thigh, over her sopping wet lower lips, nuzzling playfully against her tight ass. Then he stands back up, takes hold of himself, and sinks into her clutching depths, the pleasure wringing a growl out of him.

He starts bucking up into Sindy's clinging pussy, squeezing and molding those fat asscheeks with each thrust, forcing her hips to roll for him with each rise and fall.
 
Sindy bowed her head, her damp red hair falling into her face as Johns tongue trailed up her inner thigh, and she braced herself against the wall for what was coming.

As he buried that thick pulsing hardness inside her tight slit she moaned out low, her bent leg flexing as she raised up on her toes. She felt him dig strong fingers into her plump ass and begin thrusting in and drawing out, her curves quaking, tits swaying beneath her with every plunge of his fucking cock inside her.

"Omigod fuck....so thick...Holy shit baby yesssss take that pussy..."
 
Johnboy bent with her, reaching under her voluptuous body to rub and tease at her clit with every punishing stroke. Their hips clapped together wetly, water dripping down their shining bodies as he fucked her up against the wall, burying himself into her so hard that no matter what Sindy did she was forced against it.

"You want it hard, babe?" John pants, viciously molesting her clitty as he fucked her pussy into a convulsing mess. "You want to get fucked until you're sobbing, coming on my thick cock? Is that what you want, babe? To be my little cocksleeve and take all my cum?"
 
Sindy cursed aloud as he shoved her up against the wall, gasping for breath as her hard nipples were crushed to the cool tile. She was forced to reach up with both hands and grip the lip of the tile with her fingers, her back arched as water caressed her curves. She cursed again and groaned with every deep fucking plunge of Johns shaft. He was thicker than she'd had before; he felt as big around as a coke can, that massive thickness stretching her tight cunt to its limit. The slapping sound of his hips as he bottomed out inside her was echoing in the shower along with her gasps and moans, the acoustics making her cunt quiver all the more.

"OHHHH my fucking GAWD John shit! Pump my pussy baby please. Don't stop. Don't ever fucking stop."
 
One of John's hands wrapps about Sindy's forehead, covering her eyes, and he pulls her head back far enough to nibble at the exposed line of her throat. The other mauls at one of her bouncing tits, where it's compressed between his callused palm and her own body pressed against the cool tile.

Every thrust pounds her against the wall, her jiggling ass set into waves by each titanic pump of that rock-hard cock into her pussy, searing balls-deep inside of her until he's flattened them both against the wall, a seamless mess of hot flesh and fucking.

"Let me know just how much you like it," Johnboy says, voice tight, and begins to jackhammer in short little thrusts that bounce her ass off of his thick thighs.
 
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