Your Cock

“Hey there mister.”

“Izzy,” you say, scratching your head. “What’s up?”

“It’s been about a day since I’ve seen your cock, and that’s way too long.”

While the invitation seems more than enticing, you keep yourself in the reality that you’re in the storage room with two teams coming in after.

“What about the other teams? Aren’t they coming in here?”

“Yeah,” she says. “But they won’t see shit.”

She grabs you by the shirt, and drags you towards the back of the room. She hops behind several boxes and crates. You squeeze your way behind them too, and Izzy is on her knees, removing her bra.

Her tits pop out, and you slide your own shirt off over your head. You give a squeeze to the juicy tits and she responds by biting your hand.

“Izzy, what the hell?” You say, whipping your hand back.

“Come on pussy,” she says, grabbing onto your shoulders before she pushes forward until you fall on the ground with her on top of you.

The two of you begin making out, your tongue penetrating her lips and dancing around her tongue. She kisses you back, with much more effort than you were giving, her tongue moving around your lips.

You continue to kiss as you pull Izzy into you, her firm tits pressing against your chiseled body. Her fierce lips continued to press against yours and her tongue was unrelenting as it managed to continue its incredible pace with no signs of slowing down.

Suddenly she pulls away from your lips and reaches down to kiss your neck.

“Izzy, remember no hickeys, no one else can know about this.”

“Come on, I already broke things off with Owen, what’s so wrong with this?”

You grab her by the wrists and hold her up to look in her eyes.

“Izzy, a million dollars could change our lives. And if people know about us, that could make it more difficult for us. If the two of us are the final two, imagine that, we’d get a guaranteed million to start our real relationship with.”

She nods, imagining the situation as you describe it.

“And then I’d finally be able to give you a hickey.”

“Yeah,” you say with a laugh, letting go of her wrists. “Now take that skirt off, I want to fuck your brains out.”

She quickly reaches down and pulls the skirt off of her, no panties covering up her bright orange bush and pussy.

You look down and before you can reach, she begins fiddling with your pants. Sliding them down, before revealing your massive dick, almost at full size.

She begins to rub it, waiting for it to get to full size, when suddenly you can hear some noise in the distance. You look up without Izzy stopping from stroking you, and notice a large group heading straight towards you.