Reception Rendezvous
Keywords: Reception, Rendezvous,
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I dig my nails into you through the fabric of your shirt, tracing little red lines on your spine. "Cum with me, please! Fill my pussy!"
Our hips grind as you moan in response, fucking me so hard not caring who sees, who hears, or where we are. All that exists is you and me and the need. "Yes! I'm going to flood your pussy. Take it, baby, take it all!"
We explode nearly in unison in a loud cry of pleasure not even lost in the music streaming from inside the hall. I arch my back so that you are as deep as possible, nearly hitting my back wall. Your cum mixes with mine as our bodies tremble and shake. I grind hard on you, blending my cum deep inside my pussy, milking every drop from your pulsating cock as you shoot.
We sway together on that bench lost in the high of our ecstasy, your cock buried inside me. Our kissing is deep, but more loving than needy now. ZOur eyes lock, and we can see the sweat gleaming on our skin in the moonlight. I nuzzle your neck kissing it and become aware of the silence around us beside the continuous strain of the music from inside. There is no movement where we are, and I slowly turn to see drinks and cigarettes paused in mid-air, not all too well concealed stares and open mouths from at least seven people. I look back to you, and we giggle.
With a last grind, I let you free of my pussy, and we rearrange ourselves: I pull down my skirt and refasten the necklace; you put your jacket back on after tucking away your still slightly stiff cock. Heads held high, arms linked, we reenter the hall, greeted with many a knowing look. I can't wait for another party!
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Keywords: Reception, Rendezvous,