The answer is probably just Darcy. Darcy does this to me. Darcy does things to me that I didn't even think were possible.
Turning into total whore so desperate for orgasms she has to resort to grinding her pussy against his dick is just one of them.
"Bad slut," Darcy says. He swats my ass with a dark, cruel. but sexy laugh. "You can come again when I have my dick in your ass."
"Will it even fit?" Darcy is hung, after all. Like, so hung that if word got out to the rest of the male population, they'd all develop complexes. I don't even want to know how the female population would react if they only knew.
"I'll make it fit."
He pushes me into the shower. I stumble in, excited... and just the right amount of scared. My back slams against the jet black tiles as I watch Darcy coming towards me, his cock in hand.
Darcy has one of those Better Homes and Gardens Magazine showers that only fabulously wealthy would ever bother having installed. It doesn't have a showerhead or anything. Instead, it's like we're standing in the most delicious, steaming hot rain shower.
The water pours down on us from overhead. I can feel the warmth of the water all the way to my bones. The chill I got from the freezer has vanished entirely now, and everything is hot, hot, hot.
Especially Darcy's lips as they conquer mine.
He turns me around after we make out for a few perfect moments. It only gets better from there. My hard nipples slide against the steamy tile as Darcy's hands smooth over my shoulders and my waist. His mouth claims my neck next. And all the while, his cock is pressing against my ass. Hard. A promise that he has every intention of keeping.
"Beg for it, Lizzie," Darcy says, grabbing my ass cheeks. He spreads them, then kneels. I can feel his mouth just inches from the tightness of my asshole.
"P-please," I stutter. I'm already grinding my hips against the tiled wall, desperate for more sensation. I'd use my fingers if I didn't think he would spank me for it.
"Please what?"
"Please...kiss my tight little pucker, Darcy. Lick it. Stick your tongue inside me! Lick me, lube me up!"
"Then what?"
"Fuck my ass! Fuck it like you mean it, Darcy. I want to take all of you. Sodomize me like the fucking slut I am!"
Darcy's lips press against my asshole before I have to find the words to beg him harder. He buries his face in my tight, firm ass and licks it like a man starved. I can feel him getting me nice and wet with his tongue. So wet that he'll slip right in.
But it's not just preparation for a good, hard ass-fucking from Mr. Big's 12-inch man meat. It feels good. Amazing, even.
It's not like when Darcy licks my pussy. He's not driving me to orgasm...quite yet. But with every lick, my clit throbs harder. There's something bad and wrong about Darcy making out with my ass, and it's making me fucking cream.
He wasn't kidding about staying dirty. Like, at all.
"Spread yourself for me, Lizzie," Darcy says.
Just as I'm about to beg him to rub my clit again, he reaches around me and pinches my clit hard between his fingers. I gasp.
Anything he wants, I'm ready to give him.
Naked cartwheels? Bulgarian folk songs? Epic poetry about how bad I want his dick? You've got it, Darcy, baby. Right away, sir!
I reach behind my back and take my ass cheeks in my hands, spreading them apart for Darcy's pleasure.
And for my own.
Darcy grinds his cock against my ass until I'm whimpering. Pathetically. Like one of those little Paris Hilton purse chihuahuas with separation anxiety.
I need this cock. In my ass. Like, immediately.
But Will Darcy is a fucking tease, and when he won't give it to me, I decide to take it for myself.
I thrust my ass back hard against Darcy's huge fucking dick.