| Straight: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: Biggest Surprise of the Night (2/3) |
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front of a window that the neighbors were watching into. "Breeeetttttttt, what are you doing?" I moaned, half in pleasure, half of me still embarrassed about being seen. Although apparently, this was a turn-on for my husband. "I'm cleaning you up," he teased, his tongue now dancing around my clit. This teasing touch of stimulation made me throb so much that I started grinding my hips, wanting his tongue either inside of me or touching my clit. He simply swirled his tongue around faster, never touching the tip of my bud, causing me such sweet torture I wanted to smash his wet mouth against me. But at the same time I wanted it to last... It would make the end of the ride so much more intense... ...Unfortunately, he chose to end the ride way too soon and just randomly stood up! I looked at him with bewilderment and rage. First he decides to eat me out in front of the window, then he just stops?! "What are you doing, Brett?" I yelled. I was now so aroused I was clenching my legs together, so nervous my heart was pounding against my ribcage, and... a little curious... From where we were I could see the neighbors looking at us engrossed... as if waiting for us to continue... Would we continue? I couldn't believe I was thinking about that. I snapped out of my reverie as I felt cool air blow across my nipples, and stared at my teasing husband. He then disappeared behind me, and I barely had the chance to speak when I felt his huge member slide inside of me from behind. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips at the feeling of being filled with him again. "You like that, baby?" he whispered huskily in my ear, beginning to move out, then back in again. He was starting with slow strokes, which was pushing me closer to submitting to this crazy, yet a bit exciting, idea of his... As I felt every inch of his member sliding in and out of me, I began letting out a few long moans. "Looks like we have an audience, baby," Brett moaned as he quickened his pace. As I felt him getting harder inside of me, I realized our generally reserved elder neighbors were..... smling? "Ohhh, Morgan!... Squeeze my cock in your tight pussy!" Brett continued moaning louder, and I couldn't help but squeeze him. It turned me on when he talked like that... ...I don't know what came over me, but I started grinding back against Brett, the erotic heated feeling from earlier this evening returning. I couldn't believe I was enjoying this. I never thought being watched would turn me on... and maybe it was the wine... It didn't even matter what it was. I just wanted Brett to continue. Losing myself in the physical feelings, I reached back, brought Brett's head down to me, and kissed him passionately, moving my tongue around his, as if they were playing tag. When I heard George yell something at us, I thought I would die. But when we broke our kiss, Brett refusing to stop his thrusting, we looked to see George behind Ellen, with his pants open! "Mmmm, yeah baby, they like me fucking your hot, tight, wet little pussy. Do you like it?... Huh?" My pussy tightened and tingled at his words. The feeling of his hard cock moving inside of my |
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nice one
