Fucked Hard In The Storage Room

His cock found my entrance and plunged in deep.

“Fuck… yeah, this is it, pounding you hard…” – his thrusts were relentless.

He tore off my shirt, pulled my breasts over my bra, and kneaded them roughly, kissing my neck, nibbling my ear, teasing it with his tongue.

“I want to ride you…” – I gasped.

He stopped, backed off the wall, and sat in the chair.

“Come take it…” – he beckoned.

Shaking, I kicked off a shoe and one pant leg, straddled him, and rubbed myself before guiding his cock in, sinking down until he filled me completely. Gripping the chair, I rocked back and forth, then circled my hips. He grabbed my ass, spanking me hard.

“Ah… oh… fuck, this feels so good…” – I moaned.

“Ride it harder, babe…” – he urged.

I sped up, chasing every inch of him. My breasts bounced in his face – he bit and sucked them, squeezing tight. We were frantic, uncaring if anyone heard. He left my chest to keep spanking me, then slid a finger into my ass, pushing me over the edge.

“Oh… I’m coming, I’m coming…” – I cried.

My heart pounded, dizzy with lust, but I kept going, chasing release. He gripped my ass harder, and I felt him explode inside me. We froze, panting, recovering.

I stumbled out of the room, legs weak, nerves shot from what I’d done. Back at the table, I slammed another drink, replaying the madness. Jessica slapped my back, grinning, “Nice work!” The night rolled on with drinks, dancing, and laughs until dawn.

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