Grant's hand parted Tasha's legs. He inhaled through clenched teeth when he slipped his finger into her core and realized how wet she already was. The finger came out and found her clit, stroking it.“Grant yes, like that,” Tasha moaned wildly, gripping the sheets in her fists.“Sweetie, you are so wet,” his voice came out gutturally low. His fingers slid into her sopping-wet cunt. She cried out in bliss, lifting her hips to take his fingers in as deep as possible. “Yeah, oh yes, fuck me with those fingers,” she begged shamelessly. He gave her a randy smile and started fucking her until she shuddered and came all over his hand. A tremor of excitement ran through his body just looking at her convulsing beautiful body. His gaze moved up into her eyes, “I love you so much, Tasha. He proclaimed his love to her in a trembling voice. “I will never stop loving you.”“I love you too,” Tasha cupped his face. He leaned down and they shared a long languid kiss. Tasha’s nipples peaked tautly
“Oh God, Stacy,” Blake grunted as he slammed continuously into his wife very early on Tuesday morning. “Fuck me harder!” She yelled. “Go on, go on!”“Oh yeah, darling,” he did as his wife urged, hammering himself deep into her body faster and faster.The wet slapping noises from their colliding bodies grew louder and louder. He could feel his climax gathering, but tried to delay it, wanting Stacy to come first. “Darling, this is so good,” she moaned as she felt the head of his cock swelled in her. “So good.”“Yes, so good,” he said into her ear. “I’m gonna come!” She sobbed deliriously.“Oh yes,” he grabbed her hips and began thrusting upwards. “Yes, come for me.”She did. It was very hard and shattering. Her pussy gripped his cock more tightly, spurring him to his own completion. "I'm cumming!" He gasped."Fuck! Fill my pussy!" She wailed the moment she felt the first rope of his cum in her core. He pounded her harder and faster than before, spilling rope after rope of his visco
Tasha’s phone rang on the desk beside her hand. She looked away from her computer screen and reached for it. She glanced at the screen and the corners of her mouth curved with a smile. It was Grant. She swiped the screen. “Hey babe.” “Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?”“I'm fine.” She removed her reading glasses and dropped it on the desk. “I'm about to finish the second chapter for today.”“Wow,” Grant said excitedly from the other end. “That's fantastic, well-done, my love.”“Thank you,” she beamed as if he was there with him. “What do you want me to get for dinner?” He asked. “I don't want us to cook tonight. I want us to relax.”“Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “I like that. Chicken wings and mango tropical salad are fine.”“Okay good,” he said. “I will get it before coming to pick you up. Is that okay?”“Yeah, it's fine. I need to go to the faculty office to see Prof. Sinclair. I will have enough time to see her before you come over.”“Okay then,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to g
Laura Gray walked down the long corridor and stopped in front of the door marked Room 403. She was about to knock when her eyes caught the words written on the plaque, “out of office for today.”She hissed at herself, knowing she came late. It was well over one hour after the time Professor Paige said he would be around to attend to postgrad students in the email he sent out.Laura was a master's student, and the next semester would be her last semester on campus. “Well, I hope Prof. will be around tomorrow.” She thought to herself and started walking away. Laura noticed him leaning against his car, talking with Dr. Harrison the moment she stepped outside into the foyer. She smiled to herself and quickened her steps towards him. "Good evening, Prof. Daniels, good evening Dr. Harrison," she greeted both of them with a tentative smile when she got to their side. "I was just coming from your office, Prof. I'm sorry I came late. My manager at work stretched my shift.”“Hey,” Dr. Harriso
“I said I'm coming with my girlfriend,” he said into the phone with fake confidence. “On Sunday, for lunch.” "Wow, really?" His mother's excitement was palpable. "What's her name?"“Laura…” the name slid off his lips before he could even think. “Laura Gray.”"Wow, what a beautiful name. I can't wait to meet her!" his mother exclaimed."Yeah, me too," Trevor muttered under his breath, feeling guilty for deceiving his mother. “I can't wait for you to meet her, mom.” “Mom,” he called out slowly when he realized what he just did. “I will call you after I freshen up. I have to use the bathroom now.” “It's okay, darling.” Mrs. Daniels said sweetly. “Call me back later. I want to hear all about her before we meet on Sunday."Trevor said goodbye and ended the call, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. “What the fuck!” He muttered loudly and dropped his laptop bag on the dining table which he had turned into a work table. He eats his meals in the kitchen or on the couch in front of the
Stacy wrapped her legs around her husband and smashed her crotch up vigorously into his. "Dear! Come in my pussy!" she shouted.Her voice triggered the build-up in him, pushing him to the brink. “Oh darling,” Blake gripped her hips and increased his thrusting in and out of her. “I'm coming!” He yelled.Her pussy clamped on his dick, “yes, yes fill pussy. Give it to me.”“Oh my God, Stacy,” he howled when he realized she was coming yet again. He yelled one more time and released his hot cum into her. Blake held onto her shoulders as his vicious sperm seeped out of him into her. “Oh yes, God,” she shirked. “Fill that pussy up with your cum.”Silence enveloped them for a while. Then their release was finally over. Blake's joystick was soft now and her cunt could no longer gripped it. “Holy shit, Stacy!” Blake rolled off her body, exhausted. “Are you sure you are not pregnant?” He looked into her eyes. “You have been overly horny in the last two weeks.”“No, I am not.” She tweaked his
Tasha brought the potato chips out of the oven and placed the baking trays on the kitchen counter. It was Grant's turn to host his friends for the poker night this Saturday evening. And has asked them to come over to Tasha's so he could introduce her to them. More so, Grant had been spending most of his time in Tasha's house since beginning the summer. “Miss. Tasha,” Maggie, Tyson's babysitter, called from where she was standing over the kitchen counter, making the dip. She was helping Tasha out this evening, she loved to help Tasha out in the kitchen. “Please come and taste the dip. I think it needs more lime juice.”“Let me see.” Tasha took a teaspoon and dipped it into the bowl of avocado. She scooped out a little and tasted it. “It's perfect, honey.” She patted Maggie on the back.“Okay then,” the younger lady nodded. “I will just stick it in the refrigerator.”“Yeah, thanks,” Tasha responded and turned away to put toppings on the pizza dough already prepared on two pizza stones
Sunday morning, Blake finished up in the gym and walked through the narrow corridor that linked the gym to the main house. He made a beeline for the kitchen for his Sunday morning smoothie. "Good morning Norma," Blake greeted the Chef from the kitchen doorway ."Good morning, Mr. Carter." He stopped the smoothie maker. "I will just pour your drink now."By the time Blake walked further into the large airy kitchen, Norma had poured his coffee banana smoothie into a long glass cup. He inserted a straw into the cup and held it out to Blake. "Thanks, man," he collected his drink. Taking the first sip, he gave him a thumbs up with a big smile as always and walked out of the kitchen.He went to his study, where he would start his day with his bi-weekly Sunday phone meeting with his personal financial advisor, Robby. Upstairs in their bedroom, Stacy's phone pinged for a message on the nightstand. She was still under the covers in bed, though she had woken up for like over one hour. She r