Fat Cat Liar
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“Why not?”
“Because I think my dad has security cameras installed at the perimeter of the property. We could trip some kind of motion detector.”
“That’s unfortunate.” I thrust my hips into her, my cock already hard at the small taste of her.
“Next time I’m in the house, I’ll figure out exactly where they are aimed.”
“You do that. For tonight, I guess I’ll have to wait until we get into the tent.”
“We can’t do that either. What about the others?”
“You’ll have to be quiet.”
“I can—”
“Shhh.” I swipe my tongue around hers again. “Let’s wipe the word can’t out of your vocabulary. Trust me.”
She parts her lips, allowing me full access, and I delve in, kissing her deep. My hands grip her face a little tighter, my body lighting on fire. She clutches my waist, grinding against me as I devour her mouth. My dick strains against the elastic waistband, begging for release. Fucking her this morning seems like a lifetime ago as need and hunger boil in my blood.
She twists us so my back is now facing the property and inches us to the side a bit. It doesn’t register in my lust-filled mind until she slides a hand into my shorts, scraping the tip of my cock with her fingernail. Then she glides her hand all the way down my shaft and begins stroking me in the same rhythm as our tongues dancing together. I groan into her mouth when the fiery sensations start shooting down my spine.
My hips buck into her hand as she expertly works me to the point of panting. My heart races as I break away from her mouth and press my forehead against hers.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh.” She mimics me from earlier and, tightening her grip, jerks me harder. Blood rushes to my dick and my balls start to tighten. Her mouth moves along my jawline until her lips are at my ear.
“I can feel the vein in your cock throbbing against my palm.”
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“It’s warm and pulsing.”
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“I’m imaging this morning, naked, underneath you as you pounded into me.”
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“Can you imagine it?”
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A low, throaty groan is my answer.
“Naked, writhing, panting, begging… Do you remember?”
The picture is vivid in my head, and suddenly, the warmth of her hand transforms to resemble the heat of her pussy. I growl, bucking my hips wildly. She pumps up and down, occasionally skimming her thumb across the crown and circling.
My hands slide up her hips and under her shirt until I can graze my fingers over her hardened nipples. Even through the fabric of her bra, I feel the heat from her skin. She presses her chest into my hands, her breath coating my ear as her own breathing hitches.
“Now, imagine me on my knees, sucking you deep. My tongue runs up and down until it swirls around your tip, licking you the way you like it.”
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When this vision fills my mind, my head falls to her neck and I moan her name so loud I’m sure the crew at the campsite hears me. My balls tighten then release as I come all over her hand. The warm liquid hits my stomach as she continues to pump.
My chest heaves, and I try to catch my breath. Her movements slow until she lets go, pulling her hand from my shorts. I can’t move for several minutes, trying to regain my composure.