The Laundry room

He drags you to the laundry room, right next to the stairs. You stumble inside as he blocks the door so no one can interrups you two. You lean against the washing machine, using it to hold yourself upright, your knees wobbling thanks to your wacking nerves.
He turns, looking at you with such hunger you have to contain yourself to not to whine. He cross the small room quickly, smashing your mouths together. You moan, you dreamed of it for years, to kiss that plush mouth, to feel his body press against yours, his hands holding you against the washing machine. He lifts you, sittig you over appliance, situating himself between your legs, grinding, the coars material of your jeans rubbing against your sensitive pussy.

You let out a moan as his mouths descents down your neck and his hands slither under your shirt, lifting your binder, kneading ann pinching your chest, your nipples hardering under his ministrations.
He lets his hand go down, slipping inside your pants.

"My, oh my" He purrs on your ear "aren't you wet sweetheart. Do you really want me to make you scream, don't you?"

"Yes, yes!" you said in a breathless whisper as he slips one finger inside of you.

You been dreaming of it for ages, under the covers, in the middle of the night, bringing yourself to orgasm time and time again. Thinking of his lips, his hands, his mouth, wishing one day he will hold you down and ravish you until you can't take it anymore.

He kiss you again, sallowing your moans as he slips anither finger, fingering you fast. You are so wet his fingers make a squelching sound.

Suddenly he stops, getting out of your reach. You whine at the loss, your dripping pussy pulsating. He gives you that beautiful predatory smile before getting on his knees, opening your jeans, coaxing you to slip dow your legs wih your uderwear, leaving your lower half bare. He gives you one more look before going down.

You moan like a whore as he licks up and down your folds, sucking on your clit, lighting your nerves on fire. He slips his fingers back in, licking around them, moving them in and out, pressing aginst your G spot making you squirm in pleasure. Ethan sucks hard on your clit a few more times before you orgasms, shaking all over, seeing white.

But he doesn't stop at that, he keeps sucking and licking, finger fucking you with more ****. You start wailing, too over sentsitive, the you lips puffy and violently pink. You cluth his hair between your hands not knowing if you want to push him and **** him even more against your dripping pussy. Suddenly he twist his finger and you explode.

You can't scream because you have no voice, you just stay with you mouth open on a silent wail and lights explode behind your eyelids. Your head is empty.

You come all over his face and hand, squirting like a bitch in heat. He kiss the inside of your tight, slipping his fingers free. He incorporate, making you suck his wet fingers, making you test yourself.

You moan, your eyes rolling back.