<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131657.msg5927723#msg5927723">Quote from: whtbitch4u2own on 27-02-2012, 19:23:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong>Character: Audrey<br/>Location: Second floor Bathroom<br/>Tag: Aaron Streiburg </strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n593/leo19831/CH/4.jpg)</div> At first she seemed to have problem when he slid in and out but as he continued to do so few times, her juice smeared coating and covered his length to the base. Along with the sounds of her ass being slapped by his crotch each time he’d go in and out, mixing of their juices started to make a different sound adding to the sound of him thrusting her. She looked down between her thighs and tried to catch a glimpse of his cock to see how big he was and why she was having bit trouble taking it at first; she could only see half of his balls hanging freely and swaying freely hitting her top portion of her lips.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but reach with her left hand between her thighs and took his freely hanging balls. Her fingers would reach space between his scrotum and anus when he pushed into her and grab onto his balls and the base of his cock when he pushed out. She wouldn’t try to escape now but maybe if he slowed down a bit, although the current pace wasn’t bad at all either. For the first time ever, she liked a man in control; until now she was in control in all her relationships but seeing how this man handled her, she felt little submissive side evolving out to her and starting how he is being rough with her.<br/><br/>She felt his hand come behind her head and just when she was thinking he was going to caress her hair, she felt flocks of hair being pulled back making her head tilt up. Her eyes locked into his and without a blink she looked at him as if she was telling him that she is tough and can take this. She raised herself a bit to her ass being slapped and felt him loosen his grip in her hair; she actually wished he would pull her hair more and land few more slaps in her buttocks, “Oh that felt good!” she expressed her interest while looking at him in the mirror. She reached for one of his hand and guided back to her right breast through her thin dress as she needed to feel him touching and groping her everywhere.<br/><br/>This was great she told herself as her head kept on bobbing while her hair kept on rising in air slightly with his each thrust. She looked over her shoulder when he started letting out long groans, “Slap it one more time!” she asked after he slapped her cheeks second time looking over the red handprint on her ass. She wanted to feel his cock all the way in, even after feeling his crotch meeting her; she held the edge of the sink tightly, lowered herself to the sink level and pushed her ass out against his thrusting meeting half way to have a greater impact of his thrusts into her. Thought of how big his cock is ate her alive as she looked back, trying to speak clearly as his thrusts made her sounds shaky, “I am waiting to take that cock in my mouth Aaron! Would love to please it with different holes of mine…” she cocked an eyebrow looking over her shoulder.</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second floor bathroom<br/>With Audrey</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>Aaron licked his lips, watching as Audrey continued to move, trying to get herself into some sort of position of maximum pleasure. She clearly wanted him to relent, to relax, but for some reason he refused. He was feeling too good himself, his breathing deep as he could feel that tingling, swelling sensation heading towards his cock. It was going to be time soon.<br/><br/>He squeezed her breast tightly as she brought his hand to her chest, his fingers twisting it slightly in his grip, wanting to hear her call out once more. She begged him for another slap, and he delivered, a red hand print to her other cheek. He imagined the front of her thighs must be slightly bruised as he kept rocking her into the sink, her body relentlessly swaying with each powerful thrust into her.<br/><br/>She finally turned and uttered some lovely words, wanting to take his cock into her mouth. He responded by grasping her hair once more, and this time pulling her back far enough to arch her so that she was against his chest, his other hand grabbing at her breast. He gave her neck one long lick, feeling so animalistic. He had half a mind to just cum inside of her, to let himself drip between her thighs, soaking her thong. Instead, as he felt it all pooling at the base of his cock, he pulled out.<br/><br/>He stepped back from her, holding his hot and damp cock, panting. The cold air swarmed him, and suddenly the room was filled with silence. He just looked at her reflection in the mirror, her hair disheveled, then down to her round and exposed ass, two red hand prints and a damp and loosened thong. Her pristine appearance was ruined, and he was glad of it.<br/><br/>"Alright," he said with a smile. "Do as you want."