Dirty Brats Volume 8

Get a taste of what’s inside …

The tension between us grew palpable. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I searched his eyes, wondering if he’d finally give me what I’d been craving for so long. He released my hands and grabbed my face, then pulled me against him and crushed his lips against mine.

I moaned in surprise but returned his passion with my own. Own tongues swirled around, moving from his mouth to my own and back to his. I reached into David’s lap and massaged his cock. It was rock hard. I fumbled with his zipper, then pulled it down and reached into his pants. I was right; he was monstrous.

My hand wrapped around his girth, but my fingers didn’t touch in a complete circle. My pussy flooded as I imagined him pushing it into me. Would I be able to stretch enough to take him? Oh God, I hoped so!

David broke our kiss and stood up, then unbuttoned his pants. They fell at his ankles and he kicked them off after removing his shoes. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then unsnapped my bra and added it to the growing pile of clothes. My nipples were hard from my arousal.

I slid off the bench and turned around, then propped my arms onto the seat. David’s cock had to be seven—no, eight!—inches long. It was thick and fully erect. I grabbed him with one hand and pulled him by his dick. A few steps brought him within range and I devoured his length, forcing him into my warm mouth.

“Oh, Ginger,” he groaned.