She couldn’t believe she just did what she did. She not only exposed his cock again, but also stripped herself in front of Richard, leaving him her T-shirt. His eyes widened, soaking in her body, just as surprised at what she did as she was. Valerie had to hurry out of the kitchen before she did anything else that crossed a line. As it was, she had to stop herself from dropping to her knees and devouring his cock right there.
She raced up the stairs, her massive tits swaying back and forth with each step she took, the chillness of the air conditioning licking her skin, her pussy screaming to be filled. Her heart raced, pounding in her ears as she gripped the railing, propelling herself upstairs.
She wasn’t sure how she was going to take care of the burning need inside of her, but as she reached the top of the stairs, she knew she needed to do something about the ache between her legs or she would never be able to sleep. Hell, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep even if she got herself off. Racing down the hall, she could feel her honey dripping. What possessed her to open Richard’s robe and glance at his cock again? God, but what a cock it was: long, thick, straight; it had to be at least nine inches. She had wanted so badly to reach out and take it in her hand, see if her fingers would even close around it. She could imagine how Richard’s cock would feel, spreading her wide open. God, she would be sore for days; she knew it.
Pushing her way into the bedroom she shared with Justin, she moved quickly to the bed, sliding back under the sheets, hoping he hadn’t woken up and noticed her coming into the room naked. How in the world would she explain that? As it was, she panicked as to what to tell him if he asked where her shirt was. Should she grab another one and hope he didn’t notice? Should she just tell him she got hot during the night and took it off? But it wasn’t on the floor, so what would she tell him then? God, what did I just do? She had merely gone with her instincts, and they told her she needed to see Richard’s cock, and now that she had, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Worse, she wanted it pounding between her legs.
Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to calm the lust coursing through her before her heavy breathing woke Justin up. She glanced over at him, blissfully asleep, unaware that his girlfriend had just stripped in front of his father. She took a slow breath in, willing her heart to stop pounding in her chest. She was right. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep. Not with how fucking horny she was. If only…
She glanced down at Justin’s cock under the sheets. His manhood was nothing like his father’s, but it was right there.
And she needed it. Needed to be fucked.
She closed her eyes. This is so wrong. But she needed it. Rolling over, she slid her hand under the sheet, gliding it down Justin’s stomach to his cock. Wrapping her hand around his limp dick, she started to stroke his member up and down, coaxing it to life.
Justin snored, rolling his head to face the other way.
Valerie growled, stroking him harder, faster. This wasn’t working. Rolling over more, she slid under the covers, kissing her way down his body to his cock, her hand still jacking him off. Finally, he moaned, shifting under her slightly. She ran her tongue over the tip and down around the shaft and back up to the head before swallowing him. She didn’t go slow. This wasn’t to have a nice romantic night of lovemaking. This was about her need to be filled. He groaned even louder, stirring underneath her. She could feel his cock hardening now, growing for her.
“Val…?”
She didn’t wait for it to get fully hard. She couldn’t wait. Jerking the covers off, she straddled Justin, one hand on his chest, the other gripping his cock and guiding it to her entrance. Luckily, it was hard enough to slip inside her wetness, and she didn’t hesitate to slide down on it, releasing his hardness as she allowed it to fill her. She closed her eyes and savored every inch that speared into her.
“Valerie, what’s..?”
“I need you, Justin,” she said, opening her eyes as she stared down into his, grinning. “You don’t mind, do you?” She bounced her eyebrows at him, as she ground back and forth on his shaft, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. She could feel his cock growing even harder, as she pressed down onto his chest with both hands. Of course, it didn’t matter if he minded or not. She was going to come. She needed to come.
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