Laura Quincy - Horny hot waitress

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried, thrilling to the deep cunt-filling pressure of his cock-thrusts.

Her cunt opened, accepted the lunge of his prick, closing around his cock and sucking it. The mouth of her fuckhole fluttered around the huge thickness of his cock.

"So hot and wet," Steve muttered. "Feels so fuckin' good!"

Her legs locked around his waist, holding him tightly as he continued to fuck into her pussy again and again. She gloried in the crushing weight of his body against hers.

Moaning, she arched against him, begging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Steve gave her the savage fucking she wanted.

Each time he plunged his fucker into her seething hot cunt, Cindy gave a shrill cry of delight. His cock filled her so, she almost felt him ripping the tender flesh of her pussy. But the strange pain-pleasure sensation only made her want more rough fucking. Much, much more. Steve gave it to her.

She tensed and relaxed the agile muscles of her cunt, making the walls of her pussy caress the full length of his cock as he fucked her. It was a sensation that Steve obviously enjoyed. She could tell by his growling moans.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" she cried anxiously.

He pounded his cock meat into her with long hard fuck-strokes that left the girl gasping for air. Each forceful lunge of his hips drove the turgid thickness of his prick balls-deep into her fuckhole, and she kept begging for more cock.

She sobbed and cried openly as her passion mounted to unbelievable heights, almost delirious with her need for release.

Steve was having trouble himself, and knew his climax was only moments away.

"Cum with me, babe," he grunted. "I'm almost there… cum with me."

She reacted to his lewd word with a hard clenching thrust of her hips against his fucking prick. She flew toward the brink of bliss and tumbled over it, sobbing.

Steve fucked her savagely, and his cock erupted.

Neither noticed the first streaks of dawn light in the east, as they satisfied themselves with each other.

Week after week went by, and Cindy came to enjoy her job even more. She had fun, so much fun it didn't even seem like working.

She managed to see Steve now and then for a stolen moment of passion. Cindy found herself eager for a new experience now, though. She relished the novelty of discovering a new man's body, discovering the beat of lust they could form together.

Cindy was at her apartment, and found she had several hours to kill before going to work. She decided to go shopping. It was something to do, anyway.

She drove to the shopping mall and walked up and down, browsing in a store that intrigued her. Still, she couldn't rid herself of a vague restlessness.

Cindy stopped short then, realizing the real cause of her nervousness. She was horny and hungry for cock.

As if she gave off a subtle scent of readiness, a man walked up to her, smiling.

"You look in the mood for company," he said softly, his voice low and husky.

She looked him over, liking what she saw. He was dressed casually, in a pullover knit shirt and tight-fitting jeans. The crotch of his jeans displayed an appetizing cock-bulge.

"I'm getting some ice cream," he said. "Join me?"

He intrigued her, and attracted her. Cindy grinned. "Sure, why not?"

He bought her the ice cream cone she wanted, and got one for himself. Then they went to one of the long low benches scattered around the center of the shopping mall. He sat close to her, his thigh just brushing against her own. Cindy found the contact highly exhilarating.

They exchanged names, and she liked the sound of his name. Mitch. Rugged, it suited him.

Looking over at him as she licked her ice cream cone, she caught him watching the movement, of her mouth and tongue. Her stomach contracted sharply as a deep flare of lust ignited.

Deliberately, she curled her tongue into the ice cream, scooping it up and carrying it back to her mouth. His eyes darkened with lust.

Cindy continued the sensual motion, stroking the ice cream cone sexily as if she were licking something else, something just as delicious.

"Mmmmmm, tastes good," she murmured casually.

He grinned. A sexy, teasing grin.

Cindy licked and lapped at her cone, moving her head from side to side. She loved the way it excited him. It made her hot and horny as well. When she finished the ice cream she opened her mouth, covering the cone with her lips.

A soft groan came from Mitch.

Cindy felt the tingle clear to her toes. She turned to him then, and moved her mouth up and down a little on the edge of the cone. His eyes never left her mouth.

Tiring of the teasing game, Cindy tossed the cone in a nearby trash can. She reached for his hand. Her thumb caressed his hand, in slow circles.

"Let's go do nasty, wonderful things to each other," she proposed in a throaty tone.

Mitch pulled her to her feet.

"Your place… or mine?"

They went to Cindy's apartment.

"I'll get us some wine," she smiled. "We have lots of time… let's savor this."

He agreed with a hearty chuckle and settled back on the sofa.

Cindy returned with two wine glasses and poured the wine. She gave him a glass and took her own, sitting down beside him on the sofa.

Holding her glass aloft, she gave a toast. "Here's to fucking!"

He laughed at her brash toast and clinked his wine glass against hers. "To fucking."

She gestured again. "And to sucking!" This time he cracked up, and they bandied sexy toasts back and forth, pausing to refill the glasses.

After they drank a little more wine, Mitch pulled her close, moving his mouth over hers. His tongue traced the contours of her soft full lips, prying them open.

Cindy sighed happily, parting her mouth to accept the invasion of his tongue. She quivered as his tongue stroked inside her mouth, teasing and tasting. Her tongue met his, licking and lapping hungrily.

She sucked at his tongue, drawing it farther into her mouth with increasing urgency. Mitch moved his mouth against hers gently.

As they parted, Mitch took her wine glass and set it aside. He stood and looked down at her, then knelt by the side of the sofa.

When he started undressing her, Cindy began to help him with the buttons and snaps, only to have him push her hands aside.

"No, I want to do it," he murmured huskily. "Just lay back, enjoy."

She did as he wanted, moving only when he asked it, allowing him to slip her clothes off her. Finally she was naked, lying full length on the sofa.

Mitch stood once more and undressed, his eyes roaming over her body. His arousal was obvious. When freed, his cock jutted out fiercely… a long length of turgid cock meat.

Again he knelt, this time holding the wine bottle. He tipped the wine, letting a tiny trickle of it splash onto her tits. Cindy flinched at the first cool contact. The liquid soon warmed, heated by the fire of her lust.

Mitch set the bottle aside and leaned over her, lapping up the sweet wine from her skin. "Oooohhh," she moaned.

His tongue searched out the tiny trails of wine coursing along her tits, lapping them up. He could feel her skin pucker, could almost imagine the tingling sensation it was giving her.

Cindy rolled her head from side to side, her fingers digging into the soft fabric of the sofa cushions. It was unbelievably exciting.

Mitch teased the tips of her tits, flicking at them with his long rasping tongue. In response to his touch, her nipples grew long and hard, swelling rapidly. The skin circling her tit tips puckered, becoming thick and nubby.

Pausing long enough to trickle more wine over her tits, Mitch returned to his feast, licking and lapping hungrily.

"That's sexy," Cindy moaned. "And it feels so sweet, so good."