Soichiro Irons - Carnival Girl Fuck

“Serena…Serena, I need…”

“Wait,” she cried out. “On my back, shoot it all over me. I want to be covered by you. Do it!”

He groaned as he pulled out of her, grasping his cock and aiming it onto her back. His shaft shot as if it hadn’t already gone once, covering her back with strands of his sticky, white cum. Serena whimpered as she felt it cover her up and down along the length of her smooth skin.

Her body continued to rock forward and back, despite him having already pulled out of her. Her face was a mask of contentment, her sensual grin unwavering as she glanced back at her.

“Can…can you put it back into me for a minute? Just…just for a minute. It’s not safe today, but now that you’ve gone…I want to feel you again…”

Adrian was more than happy to comply, feeding his worn cock back into her quivering pussy. It was warm and unbelievably sensual to be in her. He didn’t even need to thrust anymore — she was just as worn out as he was. It was enough just to feel her, to have her warmth surrounding him, to be as close to her as possible.

“I think,” Adrian said, his energy spent as he continued to enjoy the sensation of her body, “that the carnival isn’t so bad after all.”

They rested for a while on the bed after that, softly caressing each other and talking as best they could through their exhaustion. About a half hour later they cleaned up using a roll of paper towels that someone had helpfully left under the counter in the RV’s small restroom.

Once dressed, they made the bed as best they could before emerging into the throngs of crowds that had been passing by only a few feet away from where they had been fucking. The thought struck Adrian as amusing.

“What’s so funny?” Serena asked, noticing him chuckle. Her cheeks were still bright pink from the exertions of the RV.

“Think anyone noticed us?”

“I certainly hope so,” she said, shrugging. “That was quite a show. You ought to be proud of yourself.”

“You weren’t half bad yourself,” he said. “I hope it wasn’t a limited engagement. I wouldn’t say no to an encore or two.”

Serena grinned at him and took his hand. She held his palm out and ‘borrowed’ a pen from a booth next to them as they passed. She slowly and carefully scrawled her phone number and email address onto his palm, making sure that none of the digits rang together.

“You put that into your phone right now,” she ordered, leaning into him and focusing his gaze. He obediently typed the number in as she spoke. “I want you to call or text me as often as you like. I’m serious — I dunno what your ‘girlfriend’ is like, but the dick I’m with is going to be out on his ass as soon as I get home. Today was the last straw — I don’t need his bullshit anymore. As soon as that happens, I’ll be waiting for you.

“Besides,” she said, kissing him on the cheek, “you owe me a giant teddy bear. Mine’s probably long gone by now.”

With that, she turned on her heels and left, melting into the crowd. He watched her go, already missing her. She had the right idea — he knew that he wouldn’t be begging Charisse for forgiveness this time. He was done with her shit too. He was already imagining what would happen the next time he and Serena were together when his phone vibrated.

When Adrian looked back down, he noticed that he had four missed messages from his brother. Apparently, he’d been too busy inputting Serena in to notice them. He was in the process of calling him back when he heard someone calling his name. Looking up, Adrian saw his brother waving at him over the heads of the crowd, his daughter in tow. He looked somewhat annoyed.

“I’ve been trying to call you for a half-hour, dude,” he grumped. “Where have you been? Are you ready to go?”

“Sure. I’ve just been enjoying the carnival, bro,” Adrian replied calmly.

“I thought that you hated this place,” his brother said, suspicious of Adrian’s change of heart.

“Yeah, well,” he said, patting the cell phone as he shoved it back into his pocket, “I guess before now I never really got into them.”