>>64083197Ciara the Short Bus Lifer squeezed her eyes shut but could not stop her body from trembling as it neared orgasm. But his hands stopped right before her peak. That delicious hand slipped out of her shorts all together. She wanted to scream, wanted to reach out for him and drag him onto her bed and rape him herself. In truth, she didn't think she'd have the strength for such a daring feat.
"Keep your eyes closed," came a low rough voice. So he knew. Ciara clenched her teeth and flushed from embarrassment. That's the last thing she needed, was for this complete stranger to find out that she was pretending to be asleep.
She felt the bed shift as he sat and leaned on it, still holding her leg open. Then she felt a hot breath on her pussy and melted on the spot. He didn't have to hold her leg up for her, she widened it herself, and adjusted a little to give him more room even as she followed the orders to keep her eyes shut. She felt him pull one of the wide leg holes over more and felt the new scruff of his face on her thigh as he opened his mouth and licked her from her cunt all the way up to the fold of her clit. Ciara moaned freely.
He closed his hot mouth on her pussy and rolled his tongue over her clit leisurely like a deviant French kiss. He brought her back to the point of trembling, just climbing towards that peek before he pulled his tongue away from her clit and plunged it deeply as possible into her entrance. Her slick walls tightened on that foreign muscle, as she came around him, squeezing and milking something that hand nothing productive to offer her.
"Oh God!" she cried out, clinging to sheets in the hazy swirl of her orgasm. But then it ached, her clit throbbing, oversensitive. Still, his tongue abused her, until she shook and jerked violently, no time to come gently down from her orgasm, she was tossed around, falling and knocking into one after the other, orgasm after painful wrenching orgasm that left her in bad shape.
