Milking Robert

Sanddy breathed harder into Robert’s ear as his finger slid through her cinnamon ring, at first pushing herself tighter against him and then thrusting her ass back towards his hand in a heady attempt to get as much of the digit inside her anus as possible.

For Robert’s part, he could feel his cock pulse with greater intensity at the same time as he marvelled at how Sanddy’s asshole could possibly accommodate the thick girth of his cock when it felt so tight around his finger.

A brief tremor ran through Sanddy’s body from Robert’s finger being buried inside her ass while the lower two thirds of his steely fuckpiece beat against her stomach muscles while that last third was making her huge, firm tits ripple and move about slightly even as they remained pressed against his chest, and she turned her head to plant a tender kiss on his shoulder before reaching in behind her back to grab hold of his wrist and proceeding to release a long series of girlish gasps as she guided his finger out of her ass while his other hand continued to cup, grope and fondle one of her luscious buttocks until he finally drew a delighted shriek from her by slapping it with the palm of his hand.

“Oh Robert,” Sanddy managed to feign annoyance for a grand total of about five seconds before breaking out into a soft chuckle as she let go off his wrist and turned round as fast as she could without doing anything about the thong that was suspended in the air about halfway down her thighs, “now look what you made me do.”

“You made me drop my bottle,” Sanddy continued on, savouring the disappointed groan that he produced upon seeing her pull her skimpy thong back up so that its rear appeared from between the bountiful halves of her heart-shaped ass.

Somehow managing to act as though she had no notion of the fact that sixteen inches of rock-hard cockmeat was currently pressed against her back, Sanddy bent forwards and stifled the lustful sigh that threatened to come pouring out of her mouth as a reaction to his heavy balls pumping against her ass while practically the whole length of his fucktool came smacking down onto her back, its base pushing apart her ass while its head released thick streams of precum that pitter-pattered down onto the smooth skin between her shoulder blades.

“Robert…” Sanddy had managed to grab hold of the bottle but was **** to let go off it again when Robert pushed his ass back far enough that he could slip his thumbs in under the waistband of her underwear and slide it down far enough to leave her pussy and asshole completely without cover.

“Want to ask her why she’s back?” Laura asked as she sat on her knees in front of Ian, a few of her long, golden tresses being glued to the wall behind her by the jizz which he had sprayed onto her head, arms, tits and stomach so that a multitude of cumropes dangled down from her forearms and yet more of the treacly fluid came pouring out from between her bulging tits.

Ian shrugged and looked modestly interested in Laura’s suggestion.

“Want to make me scream at the top of my lungs by fucking my ass instead?” Laura asked, her lewd smile suggesting that that was the option that she preferred.

Ian nodded and looked boundlessly more interested by that alternative.

“Like I tried to say earlier,” Sanddy had managed to slip out from directly in front of Robert and was now instead by his side, her right hand caressing the length of his rigid fuckpole while the other clutched the blue bottle, which appeared to be of the sort which was used by runners and cyclists and suchlike, “I want something to drink on the way home.”

Still standing with her thong hugging her thighs about three inches below her pussy and ass, apparently having decided that it was no use trying to pull it back up when Robert would simply pull it back down the first chance he got, Sanddy allowed him to spot how wide the bottle’s mouth was as she turned her wrist until the blue container was horizontal and brought it closer to the tip of his cock.

“Sanddy…” Robert let his surprise be known as it dawned on him what she was intending to do.

“Yeah,” Sanddy’s happy reply was followed by her leaning in to offer his cheek a soft kiss, her left tit sliding across his chest as she did so and the bottle very nearly shooting out of her grasp when Robert released a gush of precum straight into it.

“Hmm,” Sanddy remained exhilarated for some peculiar reason which might have had something to do with the massive slab of fuckmeat which she was doing her best to grasp.

“Uh-huh,” Robert was in complete agreement with her unspoken sentiments.

“We’ll fill it faster if I try my hand at some more dirty talk, won’t we?” Sanddy remained cheerful as she put forth her question, proving herself to be too much of a playful slut to resist the temptation of trying her hand by pushing her fingers tighter against his vein-corded prick.

“Yeah,” Robert bobbed his head up and down a few times in a series of jerky nods.

“Alright,” Sanddy let go of Robert’s cock and pulled away the bottle so that she could place her right long finger against the tip of his meaty cockend, sliding it around over the sensitive surface of the bulbous cockhead a few times before beginning to run it down along the top of his turgid member, the bottle being back in place long before her digit reached the base of the sixteen inches of absolutely rigid cockmeat.

“Everything I touched my finger against is going up my ass,” Sanddy’s announcement resulted in another spray of translucent prejizz from Robert.

“Including these…” And her running her finger across his dangling testes resulted in another one.

“Now, normally I would have you make me scream and holler while gazing at the back of my own head by plunging this fat, juicy monstercock balls-deep into my pussy, but time’s running out and I really, really, really love it when you bend me forwards and assfuck me until I couldn’t tell which day of which month of which year it is,” Sanddy giggled at the bottle filling up a little, kissing Robert’s cheek again before adding a surprisingly sweet “Is my dirty talk working?”

A gargled “Gah…” was the closest thing that Robert came to a coherent reply to Sanddy’s question as she pumped her hand back and forth across his gargantuan fuckpiece.

“Fuck, I love making you sound like that,” Sanddy breathed out, managing to bring the bottle up to being half-full or half-empty by adding an even more salacious “I love making your cock throb in my hand…”

Sanddy’s return when he thought that he wouldn’t get to see her again for several days had had its effect on Robert, and now all he managed to get out by way of a warning to her about what was to happen was an unusually guttural groan that was followed by the bottle finally being filled to the brim before rocketing out of her grasp to go flying across the room, being propelled forwards with such speed by the cum that had shot into it that it barely dipped towards the floor at all before it bounced off the wall to land in a small puddle of jizz that had been released earlier.

There was a gasp and a horny cry from Sanddy as she watched the bottle lie there on the floor, though she soon had reason to look back at Robert as his cock slipped from her loosened grasp when he took a step back and aimed the purple tip of his fucktool straight at her chest, the corners of her mouth quivering for a moment before her round, full tits were hidden underneath a thick, glossy coating of creamy jizz

Standing there absolutely topless, with her jeans pulled down to her knees and her thong not far behind, Sanddy retained her elated, almost triumphant smile as her lustrous hair was rendered completely soaked and her midriff became obscured by two more ample outpourings of jizz from Robert, who was considerate enough to do his best not to drench her clothes with his balljuice even as his face was contorted into the sort of lustful grimace that he had always feared made him look a bit like Goofy.

Meanwhile, Laura’s back was bent, her tits and arms resting on the floor and her ass thrust up behind her as Ian’s cock worked her ass like a piston, a delirious scream pouring out of her wide-opened mouth whenever his bloated ballsack swung forwards to slap against the swollen lips of her bald sex or the entirety of his member disappeared into her anal passage, her slender waist wiggling against his grip as he put an almost fanatical amount of determination into pounding her as fast and as thoroughly as possible.

“Sanddy,” Robert spoke between Laura’s shrieks, the last of his load pendulating back and forth as it dangled down from the tip of his cock, “turn around.”

After offering Robert a smile that was positively scandalous, Sanddy did his bidding by turning around to face away from him and bent forwards before putting her hands on her ass and prying her buttocks apart to reveal her puckered cinnamon ring to him, a lustful giggle flowing out of her mouth at the blast of precum that he sent sailing past her head.