Living out my dream 2


My mind was scurrying with random thoughts. I couldn’t believe my luck. The day started off so horribly, but ended on a surprising note. The rest of the afternoon flew by, and around 4 pm, Ashley started to gather her stuff. “Hey, Jen?” she said, catching my attention. “Yeah?” I answered. “Can you give me a lift home? Zack won’t be off work for another hour, and I’m so ready to get out of this nasty room,” she explained. “Sure,” I replied. Smiling, Ashley bounced out of the room. I reached for my phone and dialed my husband’s phone number. As it rang, my eyes searched the room, making sure that our task was finished. “Honey, I’m gonna be late tonight. We’ve been cleaning up the mess left from the vandals, and then I’m giving Ashley a ride home,” I told him. “That’s fine. Be careful, and call me, if you need anything,” he said. “Oh…one more thing, I had planned to grab a bite to eat and visit with some the girls,” I continued. “Okay. Want me to wait up?” he asked. “You don’t have to. I know you have an early morning tomorrow. If it gets too late, I’ll just stay at one the girls’ houses. Love you,” I said. Disconnecting the call, I spotted Ashley’s thong lying in the floor. I reached down and picked it up. The crotch was still damp from her juice, and it smelled heavily of pussy. The memory of what we had done flooded my mind. With a grin, I shoved the tiny scrap into my purse and left the room. Ashley was waiting for me by my car. All I could think about was her bare cunt. I wanted to push her over the hood, open her legs and tongue fuck the shit out of her. By the time we made it out on the road, my panties were drenched…again. I don’t know how I made it to her house, but before I knew it, we were pulling into her driveway. “Can you kaçak iddaa stay awhile?” she asked. “Yes. I told my husband that I was giving you a ride home and that we were gonna eat,” I said, smirking, “He knows that I might be really late.” Ashley laughed. We stepped inside, and the moment the door was closed, my cute, little blonde friend was all over me. She pushed me back against the door and wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling me closer, I felt her bubblegum flavored lips crush mine. Once I gathered my wits, I dug my fingers into her hair. My tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, seeking it’s way into her warm mouth. At some point during our kiss, she managed to get one of my legs between hers and was grinding her naked pussy against it. She was so wet that my pants were immediately drenched. I broke the kiss and said, “I see that you’re being a bad girl, again.” “Uh huh. You need to punish me again,” she moaned. “Oh? Well, what do you suggest I do this time?” I countered. “Well…In my room, I have the biggest strap on,’ she purred. “Go on,” I urged. “You should put it on. I feel that the only way I will learn to behave is by having my ass fucked with it,” she continued. My pussy clenched, at the pictures invading my mind. All I could see was me behind her, watching her puckered hole swallowing this large dildo. I let go of her hair and reached down to cup her ass. Tracing the crack, I wiggled my way inside and rested my middle finger against her hole. Ashley moaned, slightly, and then began to push her hips backward. Her tiny star was still slack. Looking at her with questions in my eyes, I pressed inward, and my finger sank all the way in with no resistance. Knowing she should be tighter after five hours, I asked kaçak bahis her about it. Ashley blushed, as she said, “On my way to your car, I had to stop by the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself. When you said that you would give me a ride home, I got so horny. So, I went into a stall. Then, I got my hairbrush out.” “And?” I said. “Well…the handle is thick and rounded; so hard. I bent over and fucked my ass with it,” she admitted. “Oh, you HAVE been a bad girl,” I said. Ashley squirmed, as I pushed my other middle finger inside and pulled her hole open. I could feel her pussy getting wetter; it was resting against the outside of my hand. Every so often, her slit would contract, trying to suck my little fingers inside. “Let’s go get a shower,” I told her. I kept one of my fingers inside her ass, as she led me to her bathroom. I knew it was difficult for her to focus, with me slowly fingering her butt. She was so receptive to what I did to her. I wanted to make her into my little slut. Ashley awkwardly bent over to turn the water on. In that position, I was able to see the palm of my hand resting on her globes, with my finger buried all the way up to the knuckle. I wiggled my digit faster and listened to her groan. “Hold onto the edge of the tub. I want you to stay bent over, I told her, pushing her upper body down. “Keep those legs straight!” I ordered. I sat down on the toilet, which was positioned next to the tub. My little fuck slut was obeying nicely. Her white, upturned ass quivered with need. Urging her legs open, I saw that her puss was brightly flushed and very puffy. A pair of small, inner lips pushed their way between her two fat, outer ones; several beads of pearly cream oozed their way out. I pulled my finger from her ass. illegal bahis It was such a beautiful sight, seeing her wide open hole tremble a second before snapping shut. Unable to help myself, I stretched her ass cheeks open and flicked my tongue against her slack star. Ashley gasped, and her pussy literally jumped. Ashley whimpered, when I stood up. I pulled her up straight and told her to undress. As she got naked, I did the same. We stepped into the shower and let the hot spray rain down on our bodies. She knelt in front of me and picked up my foot. Placing it on the soap dish, she ran her hands up my leg, stopping at my pussy. She wiggled closer to where she was face to face with my needy cunt. Lust must have slackened her hesitance, because she pressed her face against my lightly furred slit. Moaning, I leaned back against the wall, allowing her deeper access. I sighed in relief, when I felt her fingers separate my lips. “My God, Jeni! You have the prettiest pussy,” she said, right before her tongue touched my throbbing clit. I felt her fingers form a “V” around the sides of my twitching clit. It had been so long, since I was this turned on, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much to make me cum. My legs turned to jelly, when I felt her tongue lap over the tip of my bud. I was doing good to stand, after several licks, and then she changed techniques on me. Ashley started to lick the sides of my hooded clit, as she pushed two fingers from her other hand deep inside my slick sheath. I don’t know how she found my special spot, but she did. Stroking that rough patch with firm strokes, she sucked and slurped my clit, until I was panting loudly. “I think you like that,” she said; her mouth still brushing my erect bud. Diving back in, she tapped my clit several times with her tongue, before wrapped her lips around the whole thing. She started sucking deeply, while moving her head back and forth, tugging on the hood. I was so close; my thighs trembled.

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