Singing in the Rain

“Singing in the Rain”

The sound of rain tapping gently on the windowsill and the distant roll of thunder signified yet another dreary and overcast afternoon. Michael and I sat on opposite sides of the room, quietly trying to conquer our own overwhelming sense of boredom. As I sat, my attention began to wander in his direction, and I watched him intently as he scribbled lyrics on his tattered, yellow legal pad. He glanced up from his writing just in time to catch me staring. In an effort to relieve my boredom, I nibbled of on the corner of my bottom lip and coyly smiled at him. Now based on my expression, he had become totally aware of my intentions, and responded by setting down his legal pad, reclining in his chair, and deviously smiling back at me. He reached down and grabbed his already stiffening dick through the fabric of his jeans and tugged on it slightly as he awaited my response. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans, slid my hand underneath them, and began softly stroking my pussy through my white cotton panties. I smiled at him as I petted my moistening mound, awaiting his next move. Michael slowly unzipped his jeans and released his hard cock from his boxers. He cupped his erection in his hand and began slowly and rhythmically jerking himself off. The sight of his hard dick sliding slowly in and out of his grasp made my cunt twitch, and without a moment’s hesitation, I slid out of my jeans and panties and pushed them aside on the floor. I propped both legs onto the arms of my chair to give Michael a full view of me sliding my fingers up and down between my now soaked pussy lips. I used one hand to massage my swollen clit in a slow and firm circular motion, and the other to push one or two alternating digits into my dripping hole. I could barely contain myself as I watched his dick get harder as he began to pump faster at the sight of me bringing myself to orgasm. I took one of my hands and reached underneath my t-shirt to squeeze my tits and pinch my hard nipples. My moans echoed through the empty house as I rode my hand harder and harder.

At last he reached a breaking point, and sprung from his seat. Directing me to bend over the arm of my chair, he pushed the small of my back downward, raising my ass high air and pushing my face into the seat cushion. He dragged his index finger along my slit, parting it enough to rest the swollen head of his cock just outside my eager lips. He pushed down on my shoulders for leverage, and then thrust his entire length deep inside me. He moved in and out of me with ease and my pussy gripped tightly around his cock with each and every thrust. Although my moans were muffled by the chair’s cushions, they were becoming more frequent and vocal as Michael brought me closer to orgasm. Soon the walls of my cunt began to tighten and my pussy shuddered when I finally came all over his rigid cock. It was then that Michael pounded my still pulsating pussy a few more times before pulling out to cover my exposed ass with his cum.

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  1. 1f-looksculdkill

    I don’t get the singing part….
    and that was pretty short

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