Chapter More Better: More Kaeleigh

Chapter More Better:

More Kaeleigh

Some of the details of this next encounter escape me but during mid-December one year, Kaeleigh was still living a 45 minute drive away from work. She had some holiday shopping to do, and all the good malls were near work. So, she rented a motel room for the night. I arranged to do some of my holiday shopping the same night. Needless to say, I made a bee line for her motel. This time she put some effort into things instead of the usual wham bam just start fucking and sucking. She had brought a cutesy negligee, complete with snaps in the crotch for easy access. As she kneeled beside the bed, I got my hand between her legs and unsnapped the crotch. I started fingering her pussy as she sucked my dick.

As her arousal increased and my dick swelled up, she climbed on top, reverse cowboy style and let me watch as she grabbed my cock, guided it into her pussy, bent forward and started slamming her cunt down on my hard penis. She rode me like that, letting me see my cock disappear and reappear out of her sloppy hole. It was a beautiful sight and very satisfying. But I didn’t cum.

After what seemed like an eternity of getting my cock stroked, she rolled off and lay on her back, her legs wide open. I mounted her as she pulled her knees up. Her cunt was dripping wet, very sloppy and wide open. It didn’t take long for me to blow both nuts inside her, only adding to the already voluminous pussy juice that was flowing from her slit, dripping down on her tight anus. After filling her, I used the glans to rub and smear the cum cocktail all around, snatching a brief slip back in now and then. As I turned away, sated, I gave her pussy a full on kiss among three sets of swollen lips with a quick lip tug on her hard clit.

Then, this twist appeared. There was a McDonald’s next door to the motel. When I left the motel, I drove over and went inside. Moments later, Kaeleigh was in the line next to mine. Because we were in public, we could only acknowledge each other with our eyes, body language and vibe. The intense but brief stare, the whisper brush of your hand across your thigh or chest, the furtive glance aside.