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Dirty Laundry



I could tell he was in a hurry, and it was my turn to be the brat. I wanted it all, and he wanted to skip the bases, which was evident by how he just went through the motions. I wasn't going to let him off that easily, even if I had to go without. I told him that I wanted to shower, to which he replied, “A little salt never killed anybody,” and turned me around hard and pushed me over the laundry table and held me firm while ripping my sweats and panties down to my ankles. It was a start.

He was still too much in a hurry and tried to scarf me down, but I fought enough to make him want it that much more. I feigned to fight him off, which made him handle me harder as he bent me over hard and spread me with his strong hands and shoved his face into me from behind hard enough to spread me so that he could eat me like corn on the cob. It was hard for me to pretend my disinterest when the evidence was obviously spread across his face like butter from the cob. I was so fucking wet, but not letting him get away with any shortcuts. He ate me until my legs were weak and wobbling, and thinking he had me on the ropes, he stood up and rammed his incredible cock deep and hard.

I still tried to fight him but he was even more determined after getting his cock wet. He fucked me hard and fast and was sprinting for the finish line, but as obsessed as he was, I was equally unwavering to make it last as long as I could. He wasn't letting me move or even step completely out of my panties that were still stretched around my ankles, so I resorted to begging. I knew exactly how to get him too, as I begged him if I could taste myself on his cock. He paused but wasn’t convinced and said no and fucked me with even more enthusiasm, but I wasn’t done either. I begged some more and told him that I really wanted to clean his cock and pressed my case a little harder until he almost angrily pulled out and shoved me to my knees and grabbed my hair before forcing his thick cock to the back of my throat. I was so fucking horny by that point, I was the one who needed the intermission, and I was happy that he was going all caveman on me that I happily choked on his beautiful weapon, nearly throwing up all over it and crying.

His thrusts were so insensitive, and he even knocked down my hands when I put them up to buffer his blows, and was even more turned on by that; man, I’m a sick puppy. I think we were both so turned on that we were beyond ourselves, and I didn't even care that my knees were scraping on the hard floor or the fact that his cock was sloppier than a giant Saint Bernard‘s face from all my saliva. I grabbed his package by the jewels to try and tame him, but it had the opposite effect as they shrunk into little marbles and the taste of his seed coated my throat. I felt bad, but I had to literally cock block him because I wasn't finished with him yet. He came, but not enough to finish him either, and he was pissed as I just held his cock in my hands, milking it with the hope of keeping it alive. He was still hard as nails and growling mad as I milked what little seed escaped my throat and face to the head of his cock and licked it off. I looked up at his steaming eyes and said, “I wanted you to come inside me”.

He was livid, and I was so happy when he literally picked me up off the ground and threw me back over the laundry table. “Open yourself,” he demanded, and I reached back and spread my ass with a little trepidation about where he was going to put it. When he found my hungry pussy, I was so relieved. Did I mention how happy I was that he was still hard and steaming mad? He grabbed me by my hair and pulled back hard as he tried to hurt me with his pounding. He hurt me so fucking good that I came within seconds, and that pissed him off even more because I got mine after denying him his, and just when I thought there was no way he could go harder or faster.

I rubbed it in by exclaiming my climax, and I knew he could see it churn on his cock as he tried to make me pay. FORGETABOUTIT, I was cumming so much that I felt like I was outside my body watching him abuse me from the sidelines, and picturing that brought me to a big finally as I came so hard again that my legs said, “Fuck  you,” and gave out under me. He wasn't hearing it as he pushed me down onto the table and fucked me faster. It was at that point that I was begging him to cum because I felt like I was going to explode literally all over the laundry room. I think I was so full of emotion that it was leaking through tears down my face when I heard his triumphant and well-deserved orgasm. He came deep, and as he came down, I could feel his death grip relax, leaving me feeling worthy of those love bruises. Let me tell you that it was a good thing that we made this mess in the laundry room.

Happy Hump Day!

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