Wild Passion

Now that the idea is out, we quickly start ripping each other's clothes off. My tank goes flying, as does his shirt and tie. I'm grabbing onto him with passion, kissing ass desire and passion pull me maddingly forward. I moan as I feel his hands around me, grabbing me around my waist and breast. I cry out in passion and lust as he kissed my neck. We moved our arms wildly against each other, as if not sure which part of the other to caress and grope next.

My skirt was yanked off with **** then, quickly falling down and hitting the ground. At the same time, his pants and undergarments were coming off, and he was stepping out of his shoes. I moaned loudly, my head once more tipping backward as he kissed the base of my neck. I cried out enthusiastically, wild with desire and pleasure. I held him close, his hands gripping tightly to me in turn, and I gasp as I feel his hand grabbing hard upon my nipple.

The next thing I knew, I was spun around, leaning against the table where I had been standing, looking outside into the dark. My legs spread wide, my breath deep and rapid in my throat. My heart was racing, lust firing off in my mind at a rapid pace. I moaned as I felt his cock rub against my clit. I felt an orgasm hit me then, as his cock rubbed up and down against my pussy lips. I was practically screeching, my breath foaming up the window in front of me.

He grabbed me around the waist with one hand, pulling on my arm with the other, pulling it back behind me. I cried out then, shouting, "Yea, ohmm mmm yea... fuck yea ... oOOOhhh YEAAAAAAA . . ugh!" I felt then, his cock press deep into me, my body yielding easily to him, as his rod skipped deep inside me. I gasped then, another orgasm rolling through me, my body tight with pleasure. I felt him thrust into me once more, plunging his cock even deeper into me. I gasp out loud, making a half moan, half shout, of pleasure.

I feel him thrust once more into me, this time pressing his cock deep, as I feel his balls slap against my body. I moan hard, gasping for breath as I feel his thrusts start coming at a regular pace, every thrust forcefully pressing himself into me. Each time, I feel his balls slapping against me, further igniting my passion. I cry out, "Ohhhh YEAAAAA FFuuuKKK UUGGGGGHHHH yyeeeEEAAAA . . .!" I climax then, pleasure and passion exciting me into almost a primal frenzy, as desire roared through me. I shook slightly as an orgasm hit me hard, as he pounded his cock deep into me. H felt his hand gripping onto my side like a vice, my body being pushed forward with each thrust

I feel his thrusts speed up then, and my orgasms happen even faster to match. I was moaning and gasping every chance I could between breaths, as he started pounding me much faster now than before, taking me on a wild ride of lust and pleasure, as he took me then and there. I wanted it, needed it, as he thrust deep into me like a pile driver. I shouted and screamed wildly, switching between crying for him to take me and wild cries of passion. I climaxed again and felt him unleash a massive loud deep within me. He held onto me, my body feeling lip before him, willing and accepting of his passion, as he thrust into me, though not as fierce or as quick as before, propelling the remainder of his load inside of me, before pulling out.

I felt a feeling of satisfaction, feeling my body being empty, as his cock left my body, and yet a fullness from the liquid he left inside. Slowly, I caught my breath, my body limps before him. I was naked, and as I looked outside now, I saw about half a dozen individuals watching internally. I smiled at them, amused and excited at the fact our moment of passion had been observed by an unknown number of other people. I moaned once more, feeling his hands release me, and felt him kissing my neck. Soon, the audience giggled and left, one of them watching something on their camera.

I turn to face him then, pleasure radiating from my face. He pulled me tight in his strong arms, and as I grasped him around the waist, we kissed each other on the lips, our passion still holding each other tight. We kissed then, the passion we shared still lingering with us, as we held each other tight.

When finally we did release, I heard him ask, "Now, for our date, do you want to find something to wear? I own the shoppe, so consider it my treat. My thanks for what you have done before when you posed as a mannequin for me. I paused, a smile forming on my face, first at him, and then looking at the displays, choosing what I should wear. . . .