Punk Fuck Frenzy

I felt the edge coming and stopped her. Her eyes met mine – wild, determined – and it lit me up. I tugged her top up, kissing her chest, savoring the firm, perfect nipples that drove me wild. I didn’t care about size; it was all about those, and Jess had them just right. We stood, and I alternated between her breasts and her mouth, kissing her recklessly as she stroked me, my length primed and aching.

I slid her jeans down to her ankles – tried to get them off completely, but she shook her head. She didn’t stop me, though, when I dropped lower, tasting her, my tongue diving into her heat. She was already soaked, and I lapped at her clit, relishing her stifled gasps.

The band’s riffs still pounded from the other side, the crowd cheering each song’s end. But all I heard were Jess’s muffled moans as I devoured her, her body trembling with every flick of my tongue. Nothing got me going like this, and I could’ve stayed there forever – until she gasped, “Enough, Tyler, come on, do it.”

I stood, pressing myself into her, sinking deep. She cried out as I filled her, my hands gripping her ass while I thrust hard and fast. For a second, I snapped back to reality – we couldn’t take too long. That urgency only made it hotter.

Her moans pulled me back under. I kept going, relentless, as she nibbled my ear, her legs wrapping tighter around mine. “Now, now,” she begged, and I lost it, spilling into her with a final, shuddering push. Spent and sweaty, we fumbled to fix our clothes, then stumbled out together to find her friend, who’d long since given up tracking us.

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