You move you hand to your cock, rubbing at it lightly through your pants. The sizable bulge creating an obvious tent that Cleria can't pull her eyes away from. Teasingly, you pull down your pants, slowly freeing more and more of your cock to the open air, before the entirety of your length hangs out. She licks her lips, eyes locked on the head of your delectable dick. You move behind her, draping your cock across her thong-clad cheeks. You fingers wrap around her thong, pulling it out to the side, revealing winks of her rosebud and sending the dampening fabric between her hidden lips.
Grinding your dick between her cheeks causes both of you to groan at the feeling. With every pass, your head catches on her rim, then moving past, your large orbs pressing at her dripping pussy. Everytime you move beyond her tempting rose, she lets out a groan, each more impatient than the last, before finally:
" . . . Put it in." Cleria moans, one hand braced against the house, the other playing with her breasts. "Quit teasing me."
At her plea, you pull a small bottle of lube out from a pocket and upturn it, letting the cool fluid drip down onto her clenching hole. You press the head of your cock against her rim, but before it enters, you pull away. Again, and again you do this, until when Cleria goes to speak, you thrust in, sending half of your length into her bountiful rear. She yelps, her eyes crossing and legs shaking with the force of her sudden orgasm, spraying fluids from her drenched panties. Looking down, it appears she's lost control of her bladder as she orgasmed, a heavy puddle growing underneath her as a solid stream flows from her fabric-encased lips.
Grinning, you begin plowing her oversensitive rear, dragging increasing loud moans and shrieks of ecstasy from her. With each thrust, you hilt inside her velvety warmth, each thrust ringing out with the clap of meeting thighs and pleasured groans. She orgasms over, and over, again, with her breasts hanging out of the dress, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her hands gripping yours with the same intensity you have on her hips. You feel yourself draw close as a breeze passes along your bare skin.
You decide to . . .
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