Thursday night, July 18, 2013
I stumbled into the lobby of the Hilton San Diego Bayfront Hotel in San Diego, but not out of being drunk. Not in the alcoholic sense. Whatever kind of drunk you can get from your first day at your first Comic Con, this was what I was on.
It took me long enough to take in the regular spectacle, before I actually got to attend my first panel. In fact, it was the last one for “Dexter” to honor its ongoing final season. As if that wasn’t enough when it was over, I got my way through a crowd of autograph seekers and got a signature from “Dexter” femme fatale Yvonne Strahovski.
I spent the first minute in my lobby chair studying that signature, then the next few going over all my other new memorabilia. I went back to the autograph as I heard someone walking nearby, then heard someone plop into the chair next to me.
I turned my head to give a courtesy look at whoever was next to me. Then I gave another look after the first one seemed too ludicrous to believe.
“Are you in a costume?” I blurted out before I knew better. Then again, if I didn’t know better, I would swear that Yvonne Strahovski was sitting next to me. It was far more likely that one of the female Comic Con nerds was dressing as her for the day – though I probably would have seen her at or near the Dexter panel.
This woman had on the exact same polka dot white dress Yvonne had at the panel. So maybe this was a mega fan with creepy, suspicious accuracy in her costume. Then again, Yvonne didn’t have a signature costume to impersonate on “Chuck” or “Dexter” – unless the Weinerlicious outfit on Chuck and the saran wrap on that one Dexter counted. Sadly, this woman had none of those on.
“Not today,” the woman commented, interrupting my analysis. But the fact that she spoke in an Australian accent – one Yvonne never used on TV, and one I had heard quite recently on the panel – gave me much more to go on.
When it all finally dawned on me, I narrowly kept myself from gasping. I’d already embarrassed myself enough. “Oh God, of course, duh,” I said anyway. “I just saw you, so why would….”
“You….oh, right, you did!” the woman who really was Yvonne Strathovski realized, actually remembering me and actually smiling.
“Yeah. Hello again….Yvonne,” I paused before looking at her autograph, pretending to need it to remember her name. Even without that, the blond hair, piercing blue eyes, big smile, long, crossed legs and silky accent should have been the final giveaways. But she kept her big smile on as I introduced myself, nonetheless.
With that out of the way, I actually took in how she was relaxing after a long day at Comic Con, just like me. “Exhausted? I thought you were a veteran around here,” I pointed out casually, if not more casually than I probably should have.
“Yes, but it’s still overwhelming each time. No matter what fan base you talk to,” Yvonne noted.
“As a first timer who’s never been on a panel before, I can only imagine,” I explained.
“First time? You’re a Comic Con virgin?” Yvonne nearly made me choke on air.
When I recovered, I went on autopilot to add, “That sounds about right. You could say I popped my Comic Con cherry on your panel,” I did say. I figured I’d go on until she slapped me, but she kept looking amused instead. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I wasn’t a Comic Con virgin like…..some virgins at this convention, though – but I was thinking it.
“Well, from one veteran to a newcomer, I’m honored to take your v-card. That’s the right way to say it here, right?” Yvonne checked. It was the right way in a bunch of ways.
“Just about. It’s even better with a toast, though,” I was emboldened enough to offer. “Let me go get the glasses and drinks from the hotel bar.”
I really was on autopilot, or something else where I was out of my mind. Tempting my good first day fortune with the comic gods – and the other gods in town – like this was bound to end badly. Yet Yvonne still didn’t slap or chide me, so I took her order, got us both drinks at the bar, and came back with the necessary tools for a toast.
“A toast to Comic Con. You never forget your first,” Yvonne stated. I brushed aside how she kept harping on that, and toasted her as instructed.
“Here here. And don’t worry. Other fans might shoot for the moon and ask for stuff they’ve only fantasized about, but not me,” I assured. I added just enough of a leer to make her think I meant….something physical. Obviously, it was a convincing leer, considering who I was leering at.
But it was only for a second, just to give her the idea. Then before she really could think about slapping me, I added, “You guys gave enough teasers at the panel anyway. Not really, but I can handle the suspense for 10 more weeks.”
Yvonne unsettlingly paused for a second, then seemed to roll her eyes comically while holding back a laugh. Still, she stuck around and took a sip, so I took one from my drink. Now that I’d joked about vague sexual stuff and got it out of the way, it wouldn’t be a problem the rest of the night. Whether it was one beforehand or not.
Yvonne did say some stuff about the very last days of shooting on Dexter – which at most, was a hint that her murderous character would play some part in the finish. I filed that away as scoop, but by the time I came back with our second drinks, I got to asking about her own first time at Comic Con, when they screened the “Chuck” pilot in summer 2007.
“Well, that was a blast. Eventually,” Yvonne started. “I mean, before the screening, it was all just nerves and panic, really. First big acting job I’d ever done, first time screening it for an audience….not the easiest thing to look forward to. I had to use some tricks to calm myself down, but when it was over….I used them to celebrate. Even got someone to help me out.”
What kind of tricks worked like that? What kind other than the ones I couldn’t think about around her? “Tricks, huh?” I asked, just to move the conversation along.
“You know, it’s unfair what they say about this place just having geeky virgins,” Yvonne carried on. “There are some hot, virile ‘nerds’ all around here every year. They don’t even need slave costumes from 30 years ago!” Now that made my head play too many visual tricks on me.
As I shook them off, I heard Yvonne continue, “This really is a whole new world for new people. It can be overwhelming at first, but once you….relax and enjoy it, the rest is easy. I know what I’m talking about. I’m sure you will too.”
That would be a change of pace. And a few other things, if this was going….a certain way that seemed less and less outlandish. “I mean, you’ve been telling me you want to all night,” she went on. “This is your first time, and who know if I’ll get another show or movie by next year. Sounds like a fitting way to pass the torch.”
Funny choice of words, since the torch was getting too hot for me to handle. I figured I’d have to handle it myself as soon as I got back to my room. But if she was offering to make it a two person job….
She wasn’t, right?
But then she dropped her hand on my chair – on my leg, more specifically – and filled in the blanks with a penetrating, sultry glare on her gorgeous face. There was my answer.
When I found my breath again, I asked, “Where do you want to give it to me? The torch,” I caught myself at the end.
“We can try not to burn down your room first,” she answered. She was trying to be clever, although I hoped she wasn’t just being drunk. Two drinks shouldn’t have made her impaired, yet the offer suggested evidence to the contrary.
If Yvonne didn’t stumble or slur on the way up to my room, I figured I could do this guilt free. So I got up and had her walk side by side with me to the elevator, then got in and sent it to my floor. And as we walked to my room door, I didn’t see her sway or drunkenly giggle once.
Yet when we crossed the threshold and entered my new room, I felt one final need to get the gentlemanly stuff out of the way. “You’re sure you’re up for it? You’re not still exhausted from today?” I checked.
“Not yet,” Yvonne said suggestively.
With her back turned to me, I let my eyes trail up her sleek legs, gaze at the perky outline of her ass, and stop at the shoulders covered up by her dress straps. This inspired me to say, “Let me just make completely sure,” as a segway.
Ready to make sure Yvonne was completely relaxed, I put my hands on her for the first time. Instead of going for her breasts, ass or waist, I rested my hands on her shoulders and started rubbing. Yvonne stood still as I positioned myself behind her, just rubbing the parts of her shoulders covered by her dress. But when she let out her first soft moan, I slid her left strap down and went to work on her bare skin.
The smooth, sun kissed texture of her skin nearly got a quiet moan out of me. When I glided my thumb down to her collarbone, she moaned louder and sexier. This empowered me to get closer behind her, placing my face against her soft, honey scented blonde hair, while keeping my increasingly visible bulge just short of touching her ass. In the meantime, my right hand lowered her other dress strap to expose her right shoulder.
Yvonne took it a step further, walking forward a step to untie the string around her waist, before proceeding to remove the entire dress next. Her back was still turned, but I could still clearly see that her bra was blue – matching the blue panties that lifted and halfway covered her ass so delectably. But other than that, none of her taut, perfectly shaped back, ass or legs were covered.
Resisting the urge to turn her around and study her front half, I walked forward and resumed my massaging duties. Unlike before, I put my head down to her left shoulder, and gave it a tentative kiss when I stopped rubbing it. After kissing it again, I leaned my hips forward and made sure Yvonne’s ass could feel my bulge.
My hands finally left her shoulders and started to glide down her trim waist. But before they could reach her hips, Yvonne turned around, giving me time to stare at the front of her panties and bra. Once I took in enough of her shapely breasts, I looked up and was hypnotized by the sexiest, half lidded smolder and smile I’d ever seen.
I could only get lost in her eyes for a half-second, before she closed them and put her lips onto mine. When the initial sensation wore off, my hands picked up where they left off and went back on her waist. Her hands cupped both sides of my head, helping her lips to press deeper, and her tongue to glide in easier when it moved into my mouth.
Yvonne all but cooed into my mouth, causing me to open it up wider as she took it over. It felt like there was pure silk flooding my mouth, to say nothing of the feel of her backside once my hands reached over. Having given Yvonne her opening bit of fun, I finally joined in and gently began to let my tongue push hers back into her mouth, with mine closely following.
After a squeeze of her ass, my hands slid up her back and tried to work on her bra strap. I stopped halfway through, but I shot my right hand into her hair to keep her from breaking our kiss. Yvonne didn’t stop, and after my lips broke off and went down to her collarbone, my hands returned to finish unhooking the strap.
Although the bra was loose, I didn’t remove it, choosing to keep the cups on as my lips arrived at her breasts. I made sure the cups and their nicely bountiful cargo fit nicely in my hands, then teased Yvonne by licking her nipples through the cups. I tried to nibble on the fabric covering them, which made her groan more impatiently.
“Take them off,” Yvonne asked, her accent taking on a sultry timber. Just when I began to enjoy having control, she put her hand right on the front of my jeans, adding, “I can show you how it’s done.”
The concept of not removing Yvonne Strahovski’s bra right away was flimsy as it is. Now it was downright lunacy. So I threw the bra off, took in how her chest was firmer and rounder while uncovered, and began licking her nipples for real – right as Yvonne lowered my zipper.
I tried not to bite down on Yvonne’s right nipple too hard as her hand reached into my pants. Yet after her fingers glided down the front of my underwear for a moment, she removed her hand and got to work removing my shirt instead. It was only fair, but it was kind of cruel – which signaled I shouldn’t bite anything again, even if that wasn’t really her point.
Once I was shirtless too, I decided to take care of my pants myself. I removed them and left myself in just my underwear, like Yvonne. Thinking ahead, I backed her up until she bumped into the bed, then she took the hint and laid down flat on the mattress.
With Yvonne’s seductive, 90 percent naked body lying on complete display for me, I took my time settling myself over her. But I still set myself on top of her, savored our naked chests rubbing each other, then resumed work on kissing hers. Yet before I went too far below her breasts, Yvonne pulled a fast one.
In a move that would make Sarah Walker and Hannah McKay proud, Yvonne suddenly flipped me onto my back and put herself on top of me. Before I could catch my breath or even make a joke about her stunt work paying off, she turned around and set herself on top from a different angle.
She had her panty clad ass hovering over my face, while her face was hovering above my underwear clad erection. With the 69 position all set up, I scrambled to catch up and rise to the challenge. Yet Yvonne licked the evidence of how risen I really was, although it was still covered in underwear.
Paying her back, I licked the already wet front of her panties, then tried to move it aside with my teeth. Yvonne beat me to it, dipping her tongue into my underwear, then lifting it up just enough so she could lick my throbbing head. It would have been so hot to see, if my vision wasn’t clouded by Yvonne’s own throbbing genitals.
Leaving that aside for now, I lowered Yvonne’s panties to expose her firm ass and wet pussy. I gave it a long, wet lick of my own, yet Yvonne stuck to batting my cock head with her tongue. I felt her all but dig the tip of her tongue into my slit, until she finally grabbed my shaft and gave my head a deep, sudden suckle for one all too brief second.
I moaned right into Yvonne’s lower lips, pushing my mouth deeper into them as she kept suckling me every few seconds. To up the ante, my hands grabbed her ass as I attacked her harder with my tongue. Yvonne’s just teased my shaft as her mouth took me in deeper and longer – so she still had the winning strategy.
I removed my tongue from her pussy and started focusing on the back of her lovely legs. I licked her left upper thigh and began going down to her lower one, with my right thumb brushing her pussy every few seconds. I felt Yvonne taking me in deeper, but I kept my mouth on her leg – even when her mouth popped off my cock.
All I felt her do next was take my balls and start bouncing them up and down. I was in a precarious position, yet I kept teasing her and only briefly put the tip of my finger into her. When I took it out, both hands went down her thighs, then slid back up and got a hold of the sides of her breasts.
At that point, I didn’t feel her jiggling my balls anymore. Her right hand went off me altogether, then I heard a suckling noise – although she wasn’t suckling me.
My best guess was that she was sucking her finger like she sucked my cock, whether to get a substitute or just to torture me. Either way, once the suckling noises stopped, it took another few seconds until I felt her wet finger right below my balls. Moments later, I felt her tongue on that area.
In the 69 position, she couldn’t lick that much all the way down there. Perhaps that helped explain why she hopped off me at last, then turned back around and faced me as she lowered her head to my crotch.
With her right hand down below, doing the job to her pussy that I wasn’t, Yvonne took me with her left hand and stroked me as she licked underneath my balls. She then moved forward as her tongue slid up to her balls, up my shaft and over my slit and head. It left my cock altogether and just kept licking up my body, while the rest of her followed its lead.
Yvonne licked up to my chest as she crawled closer to me, her deep blue eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue didn’t leave my body as it glided past my own breast, reached my neck, lifted up to my chin and then effortlessly entered my mouth.
Although that tongue had tasted so much of my body already, I met it swipe for swipe. However, the swiping didn’t last very long, as she broke the kiss and turned her body around all over again. But this time, Yvonne didn’t hover her ass over my face.
Since my fingers fell down on the job and her own weren’t enough, Yvonne filled the gap herself with my own cock. The only problem – a slight one, really — was that she put herself in the reverse cowgirl position as she sat on my shaft. I wasn’t in position to complain as she settled myself into her, then got all the way down after a few bounces.
Once she sat her ass down and adjusted to my full cock inside of her, I made a move to touch her. Before I got there, I saw her own hands leave my sight, only to obviously go onto her breasts. She bounced her own tits out of my sight while riding my cock, which only seemed halfway fair.
But with her hands playing with herself up above, I could put mine back to work down below.
After Yvonne settled into her rhythm of riding me, my hands returned to work in grabbing her hips. My right hand soon went between her legs and beside her filled pussy. Without any more warning, my index finger went on top of her pussy and started rubbing it as fast as possible. To add on, my left hand grasped her hip as much as it could.
“Oh! Ah….oh, fuck,” Yvonne said for the first time. She got herself to keep riding me steadily, but I started thrusting so she wouldn’t have to do all the work. I pushed harder into her and rubbed faster, while Yvonne kept fondling her tits during the ride. But after I drove in harder, she put her hands down and tried to stable herself by putting them on my legs.
This gave me the opening to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her down, so that she was lying her back on my stomach. From that position, I rolled around and put her on her side, halfway doing what she did to me. I slipped out of her for a moment, but put myself right back in as we lay on our sides and spooned.
Yvonne turned to look at me for the first time in several moments, and I responded by licking her lips. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, leaving us to rub ours together with our mouths and eyes open. We kept eye contact as my tongue briefly entered her mouth, then hers dipped into mine for a time.
“Not deep enough. Come on, fuck me,” Yvonne purred. To answer her, I gave her one brief kiss and rolled her over on her stomach. I quickly got off and lined myself up behind her, then Yvonne got herself up on all fours on cue.
I brushed my head over her pussy lips before sliding all the way back in, not stopping until Yvonne’s ass collided into my hips. I grabbed hers and started pumping into her, letting the sounds of our slapping hips fill the room. But we both added groans soon enough as she clenched tighter around me and looked over her shoulder.
“So good for a virgin,” she teased, knowing full well now how misleading that title was. I pulled all the way out and gave her four hard thrusts back in to drive it home. “Fuck, so good….” She said again.
I let myself enjoy fucking Yvonne from behind for another minute or two, until I realized I didn’t have much time to work with. As such, I took us out of the doggie style position and laid her on her back again, getting myself right on top of her.
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you?
This author would like to thank: Thee_Disciple, MaitreNuit and John Shepard for being able to proof read my crap.
Author’s Note: You’ll probably want to read the story ‘A Night of firsts’ as this is pretty much the second part to it. Hope you like it!
Celebrity: Yvonne Strahovski, Sarah Lancaster
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Facial, Spank
Yvonne and Harry shared another kiss on her large bed. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, before they broke it off again. Desire and passion was in both of their eyes as they rested their foreheads against each other’s.
“We need some breakfast.” Yvonne said with a smile. Harry nodded and stifled a yawn; he sat up in the bed and tried to find something to wear. He looked over at Yvonne and saw her slip into a bathrobe.
“Boo!” He playfully taunted her; she smiled and saw something he didn’t. Darting down in front of him, she grabbed his clothes and ran out of the bedroom.
“Oh you little!” He cursed playfully, hopping out of bed on the double, he followed her down the staircase and into the front room of her house. She had her hands empty and was grinning wickedly.
“Where are they?” He asked, watching her move around the coffee table.
“Not telling!” She said with a grin. She feigned going to the left but went to the right and ran around him as he lunged for where she had been heading. He saw her dart into the kitchen and grab something that looked quite dark, almost like his pants.
Following her in, he caught her dump everything into the washer and turn it on. Sighing heavily, he watched her dance around on the spot.
“Pleased with yourself?” He asked, a smirk on his face.
“Very! Now you have to stay here for at least two hours!”
He sighed theatrically. “Oh well. We’ll have to find something to do!”
She giggled and briefly turned her back on him.
“What do you want for breakfast?” She asked, getting out a stripy bowl for cereal.
“What do you have?”
“… Not much, I’m afraid. Thought I could do pancakes but they’ve all gone… Cereal?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“Please.” He replied with a smile, a little unsure of how to react now that he was naked.
He pulled away one of the chairs at the table and sat at it. The table was a large wooden construct that seemed to fill most of the side of her kitchen’s wall. As you walked into the kitchen, you had the table on the left hand side pressed up against the wall and there were four chairs that accompanied it. There was a marble counter that ran around the room, starting at the left and finishing next to the alcove where her trashcans lived. Above most of the counter, there were cabinets, presumably where the cutlery lived, there was also a large cut out part of the wall where her refrigerator lived. The room was punctuated by a nice large window that let them see out into the garden.
Harry looked at the table’s decorations and saw there was the typical salt, pepper and sugar shakers but there was also a clear beaker that seemed to contain honey or syrup. Picking it up and inspecting it, he saw that it contained honey.
“So… Silly question but I bet you’ve never done it on a table before?” Yvonne asked, looking over at the handsome young man had spent the night with her.
“Nope, never on a table. Just in one very comfy bed.” He said with a smile.
Taking a bowl of cereal, Yvonne tugged at the fabric keeping her robe closed and revealed her naked body. Harry pushed his chair back a little bit and she straddled him, looking down at his dick she giggled lightly.
“Hold it steady for me.”
He smirked and did that for her. Keeping his hardening member steady, the blonde haired goddess’ eyes closed temporarily as she was filled with his member. Her head fell back and she let out a throaty moan, taking advantage he moved forward and nipped at her elegant neck.
She smiled and her head rolled forward. Bringing the stripy bowl of cereal up to them, she fished out some of the frosted flakes and put them into her waiting mouth. Moving her hips against his, she groaned slightly before fishing out some more flakes and motioning for him to open his mouth.
“I’m a little old to be fed Yvonne.” He said with a smirk.
“Then I guess you won’t want my honey?” She replied, playfully pouting at the handsome young man.
“Oh! I do! I do! It’s just…”
“Open your mouth then.” Yvonne didn’t give him chance to respond as he tried to argue the point.
He happily obliged and she put the silver cutlery into his waiting mouth. His lips closed around it and he tasted the sugary cereal for the first time. Making a face, he watched Yvonne notice it.
“Something wrong?” She asked, looking down at him.
“No, it’s just… I think they need more milk.”
And with that, Harry attached his lips to her right breast. She smiled and pushed her chest out for him to enjoy a little bit more. Her nipples had hardened in the cool air of the kitchen and the attention he was giving them certainly helped.
“I guess I’m the only one who’s hungry?”
Harry took a moment from sucking on her tits to respond.
“Oh, I’m hungry… It’s just I have a taste for something a little more… Sweet.” With that, he groped at the table and found the small clear container that had the honey inside. Flipping the white lid upwards, Harry lifted the container and dripped the sweet, sticky substance all over the chest of the Australian TV and movie star.
She squealed at the contact but wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close to her. The sticky yellow substance clung to Yvonne’s breasts as Harry happily lapped at it. His lips formed a tight seal around her nipples as he flicked his tongue against the hard nub, flicking it in every direction he could think of.
Yvonne had continued to feed herself as he did this, even taking the time to get some of the honey and smear it on her cereal. She was concentrating finishing the bowl so Harry could fuck her properly. Finishing the breakfast, Yvonne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into the creamy valley of her breasts.
Harry was all too pleased to respond in kind, lapping away at wherever his tongue would reach. His hands were resting on the small of her back, but soon traveled down to where her wet pussy was resting on his cock. Using his right hand’s index finger, he started to slowly rub where he assumed the clitoris was. He was familiar with it being ‘front and centre’ and when he found the hood of it he knew he had hit the jackpot.
He started to slowly, almost scientifically rub the area he thought was the clitoris and looked up to see Yvonne’s reaction. She seemed to react favorably when she started to moan at the actions. Feeling more confident, he started to rub a little bit faster, each time learning what triggered a moan from the sultry starlet sitting on his dick. He took her right nipple into his mouth and started to play with it as her soft, gentle hands were placed on his shoulders and she started to ride him again.
Harry groaned at the action as he started to follow her bounces with his lips. He moved his other hand to her free breast and used his fingers and his actual palm to scoop up any of the sweet sticky substance he had left untouched with his previous oral assault.
Yvonne’s body was starting to shine in the early morning light from the sweat their encounter was causing. Her hips were starting to gyrate as she found a sweet spot that his dick could strike. Focusing on that area, she started to increase the rate of her rises and falls making sure to keep it slow and steady. When she felt Harry’s lips detach from her nipples, she looked down to see what was happening.
Harry got what was left of the honey on her left breast and was about to feed it to himself when Yvonne took a hand off of his shoulder and grabbed it. Greedily sucking on the honey coated digit, she gave him a wicked glance as she pretended to give head to his hand. His eye lids grew heavy with pleasure as her increased rate of bouncing was making him sweat a little harder.
Reaching behind her blindly, Yvonne found the bottle of honey Harry had been playing with and lifted it up. She tilted her head back and provided an area for Harry to kiss. Having kissed her a lot last night, and this morning he knew exactly where to go. Starting off just behind her ear and then making his way down, her body shivering as he did so.
Letting rip with one burst of honey, the sexy blonde made sure to catch it all in her mouth. Regretfully pulling Harry away from his worship duties, she then kissed him. His mouth opened to slide his tongue over hers but was surprised by the foreign substance in her mouth. He opened his eyes in surprise but quickly closed them again after he was aware of it being nothing horrible.
Her smaller tongue played with his larger one for a brief moment as they passed the sweet substance around in each others mouths. Satisfied with the action, they broke the kiss and playfully nipped at each others lips as Yvonne started to breathe a little deeper.
Recognizing the signs of an impending orgasm, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and started to help her rise and fall on his shaft. Lifting her up and slamming her down in an almost equally quick rate of pumping. Her breaths became shallow as she started to pant, her hair became matted to her forehead as she sweat more and more.
“Fuck me! Fuck… Ah… Ah… Oh!” Yvonne squealed aloud as the erotic scene in her kitchen unfolded.
“Fuck… So… So fucking hot…” Harry joined in the cursing as Yvonne leant back on him, making sure to keep at least one hand on the back of his neck for balance.
She had started to finger herself as well, diddling her clit much like Harry had done earlier, only she was a bit more experienced that he was. Finding the right action, Yvonne went to town on herself before her back arched up in reaction to the mini explosion happening inside her perfect body.
“Ahhhh!” She let out a long moan as her body rippled with an orgasm.
Her wet, womanly juices exploded over Harry’s invading shaft as she came on him. Her actions seemed to slow as Harry took over fucking upwards into her waiting cunt. Taking action, he lifted her up off of the chair and onto the table itself. He waited for her to come down off of the orgasm and then withdrew. Yvonne was about to complain but smiled to herself and gripped the other side of it as he rolled her over and fucked her in a standing doggy style position.
Taking hold of her gorgeous hips, Harry started to drive himself into her with a wild abandon. He wasn’t sure how much of his dick she was taking in and frankly, he didn’t really care. All he wanted was to get off and she seemed more than happy to help him with it.
Yvonne’s eyes were screwed shut tight as Harry’s seven inch member probed her insides. She could feel him stretching her out but didn’t care as his dick felt so good scratching her carnal itches. His thrusting was starting to get more and more erratic and he was probably going to cum soon.
“Ha… Ha… Ha… Ha… Harry… Tell… Me… Going… To cum…” She panted out as he wrapped his arms around her waist to take her in a more primal fashion.
Harry grunted his approval as he found himself etching closer and closer to an orgasm. He watched as she started to play with her own tits, squeezing and cupping her gorgeous tear shaped orbs of flesh, neatly tipped off by her rosy pink nipples that had a trace of honey on them.
As his balls slapped against her pussy with each invading thrust, he found himself playing with her ass. Squeezing the flesh, admiring how it had managed to take most of his shaft the night before. Making a rare move, Harry licked the index and middle finger of his right hand and pushed it inside Yvonne’s ass hole.
Her eyes shot open and she cursed aloud as he probed her anally for the second time on the weekend. His pattern changed from just moving around inside it, to actually fucking it with a pumping motion.
“Yeah… Finger my asshole…” Yvonne cursed as he fucked her pussy and fingered her asshole.
“I fucking love it…” Harry admitted as he drove in and out of her.
“Pervert.” She retorted, smirking as he swatted her behind playfully. Slipping his ring finger inside her, he watched her tense up at the action. Pulling his fingers out again, he smacked her on the ass a little harder causing a red mark to appear briefly before disappearing again.
“Not so hard… I’ve got to sit down a lot today.” Yvonne pouted, looking over her shoulder at him. He smiled and nodded his head, blowing her a kiss before returning to fucking her hard.
Making use of his length, Harry withdrew so that only his dick’s head was inside her and then forced all of his shaft inside her. Yvonne’s hair flew back as she let out another scream of pleasure, her nails dug into the wooden table as she tried to find something to muffle the sounds of her bliss. Harry’s long strokes were getting too much for the both of them and he found his balls start to tighten but not before Yvonne had another orgasm.
She buried her head in her arms and tried to silence the screams of pleasure as his dick stroked all of her right spots. Her pussy contracted and she came again, her warm womanly juices flowed over his dick coating it with her sticky liquid.
His eye lids started to flicker as he felt his orgasm coming on.
“Yvonne… Going to cum…” He groaned, Yvonne’s head whipped up and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Not yet baby! Hold on one second.” She then pulled herself off of the table and slunk down to her knees in front of him. Wrapping a soft hand around his shaft, she started to jerk him off as quickly as she could.
“Cum now baby. Cum for me.”
Harry groaned and let loose. His cum tore through the air and smacked against her face for a short burst, recovering from the action quickly, Yvonne opened her mouth and caught it in there. She never stopped milking his dick as each pump revealed more of his man goo. Six more pumps of her hand and he was finished, she gave him one more slow tug to get one more resistant bit of spunk out of him and went to sucking his dick. As his member pushed against her cheek, some of his spunk dribbled out of her mouth and the goo ran down onto her left tit.
Her hands lightly caressed the rest of his shaft, stroking it tenderly while cupping his testicles together. She picked up the cum on her face and licked it up hungrily, swallowing his load as well.
Defeated, Harry fell backwards onto the chair he had been sitting on previously. She smiled and straddled him again this time choosing to snuggle up to him. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck, as he supported her with his strong arms.
“Thank you for this.” He said, breaking the silence that had fallen over the kitchen.
“Don’t mention it.” She said with a smile, they locked eyes with each other and kissed again. The bitter after taste of his cum was still present but kissing Yvonne Strahovski more than made up for it.
“You know, I can still feel the honey on me.” She said with a mischievous smirk. “I think we need to take a shower…”
Harry grinned and suddenly scooped her up in his arms. She shrieked at the action, but soon got into it. They kissed again as they navigated the stairs and into Yvonne’s bedroom.
“Do you have enough hot water for the both of us?” He playfully asked as he watched Yvonne slip off the robe she had worn down to the kitchen.
“No, we’ll have to share.”
Stepping into the bathroom, Harry had chance to observe it for the first time. The main decor of the bathroom was a porcelain white colour, but around the middle of the bathroom there was a blue pattern that repeated into the shower. The bathroom had a large marble counter with a big vanity mirror that had a light bulb at the top of it.
Yvonne pulled back the door to the shower and stepped inside the smaller room. Harry stepped inside with her and wrapped his arms around her sexy, tight waist. Her hands came up behind her and she ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her on the neck and up towards the cheek.
Putting one hand out, she twisted the knob that controlled the jet of water and the temperature. A cold burst of water smacked against their skin making the sexy blonde shriek at the contact. Harry smiled and kept her protected in his arms, putting his hand out he tested the water and found it to be a bit more pleasant.
He walked into the main jet of water and savoured the warm splashing of water. He looked over at her and beckoned her to him. She stepped into the shower with him and smiled, hugging him again the two of them shared another kiss. Their lips smacked against each others and their mouths opened. His large tongue slid into her soothing, wet mouth, her tongue stroked his sliding over the top of it.
She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved up to her fantastic breasts and lightly squeezed the fleshy orbs. Her hands ran through his messy brown hair raking his head lightly. Her right hand moved over to his chest and slowly brought it down towards his groin. Her fingers glided through his wiry pubic hair and found his hardening dick, giving it a quick tug she smiled as he moaned at her touch.
She broke the kiss and lightly flicked her tongue along his lips. Resting her fore head against his, she jerked his member to life slowly. She looked over his shoulder into the bedroom and motioned to the table.
“Can you get a condom?” She asked, motioning to the small opened box next to her bed.
Harry nodded and stepped out of the shower, quickly darting into the bedroom Harry grabbed one of the rubber sheaths. Fumbling with the foil for a brief moment, he pushed the rubber down towards the bottom of the wrapper and tore the top off. Using his thumb, he pushed the condom out and rolled it onto his waiting, throbbing dick.
While Harry was getting protection, Yvonne stood under the jet of water and ran the shampoo through her long blonde hair. Getting some shower gel, she rubbed the liquid into her soft flesh, getting rid of the honey from their breakfast encounter. She looked over her shoulder and saw him get back into the shower with her.
She walked over to him and hooked her arms around his neck. They kissed again, their lips met under the jet of water as Harry’s arms ran down her body to her strong, athletic thighs. Grabbing hold of her skin, he hoisted her up into the air and let her legs wrap around him.
She took hold of his shaft and pushed his protected member into her wet, waiting pussy. Her lips broke off of his lips as she moaned as his member slid inside her, her head fell back and she let him kiss her neck again. Kissing all over her, he made his way down to her cleavage, taking her nipples into his mouth.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled herself closer into his embrace. He broke off his lip lock with her nipple and kissed her again. She moaned into his mouth as she bounced up and down on his cock. The ferocity of the earlier session had disappeared and this was a more passionate encounter. Their lips smacked against each others as the steady slap sounded out in the shower.
She started to grind her hips against his as his dick started to hit her right spots inside her. Breaking the kiss again, Yvonne’s head fell back as she continued to ride his pole. His hands squeezed her tits before sliding down onto her tight ass, massaging the flesh with his hands he then slid his hands down to below her thighs. Taking hold of the joint, Harry kept her steady as she started to moan.
“Oh… Oh… Oh…” Yvonne moaned into the room as she slid up and down his member. Her eyes had shut tight as she started to ride him up and down with an increased speed.
“Fuck…” Harry cursed as the sexy blonde riding his dick moved her hands up to his head. Her left hand draped over his shoulder and the right hand slid into his hair. Changing his position again, Harry wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady and moved his other hand down to her groin. Using his earlier experience, he started to stroke her clit with his index and middle finger.
Moving in for another kiss, Harry smiled as she started to pant at his action. Her pussy’s lips were contracting around his member, trying to keep him buried inside her forever. Sloppily swapping spit, Yvonne moaned into the kiss as she felt her orgasm reaching closer and closer.
Her lips almost dropped off of his as she started to moan in pleasure. Her voice was climbing in pitch as Harry started to drive his dick deeper into her.
“You… You are… So fucking hot…” Yvonne moaned, her eyes opening briefly to lock eyes with him.
“You… Are… Hotter.” Harry panted as her pussy started to get tighter with each thrust.
“Did you like it… When you came on my face?”
His eyes opened again, looking at the sexy starlet, he nodded his head a wicked grin on his face.
“After you’ve finished me off, you could cum on it again. That would be so hot.” She moaned into his ear, flicking her tongue against his ear. A shiver tore through his body as she leant back on his pole. Her hands rested on his chest, and her nails lightly dug into his skin leaving a light trace on his skin.
As their embrace picked up, neither of them heard the house phone ring. After several rings, the answer machine picked it up.
“Hey Yvonne, it’s Sarah. I’m in the area, so I thought we could meet up for some coffee before lunch. You’ve not picked up, so I guess you’ve dropped Harry off. I’ve still got the house key so I’ll let myself in. See you soon!”
It was Sarah Lancaster, Yvonne’s equally hot co-star on Chuck. She had a house key after they originally lived together in the same street, Sarah had bought a house closer to the city while Yvonne was out in the suburbs.
Dressed in a green sun dress and a pair of golden flats, Sarah slipped on a pair of ray-bans and got into her car. Even with the traffic in L.A, Sarah made some good time and pulled up to the drive way and saw that Yvonne’s car was still there. Not really thinking it strange, she dug through her handbag and found her set of keys. Locking the door to her car, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside.
Looking around, she saw the honey stains on the table and the chair out of place from the table. Smirking to herself, she could smell the sex in the room, looking around almost like a detective she smiled as she looked at the faintest trace of girl cum on the floor.
‘Atta girl.’ She thought to herself as she tried to piece together what happened. Stepping into the main stairwell of the house, she could hear the sounds of an orgasm ripping through Yvonne. She smiled and made her way upstairs, she kicked off her flats and tip-toed up the stairs to where her bedroom was.
She heard another man grunting as Yvonne’s high pitched squeal of an orgasm tear through the bathroom. The slapping sound of flesh died down as Yvonne’s moans slowed down as well. She stepped inside the bathroom and saw Yvonne was on her knees jerking off Harry’s cock. Folding her arms under her ample breasts, Sarah watched as her blonde co-star jerk the very happy Harry into an orgasm.
Groaning, Harry let rip and shot his load onto her gorgeous waiting face. The cum ripped through the air and smacked against her face. She had closed her eyes and mouth and was continuing to jerk his dick while rope after salty rope splattered against her face. Several strands landed on her forehead before the ropes started to land a little lower along the bridge of her node and then just above her top lip.
Yvonne opened her eyes and slowly sucked on the cock’s head lapping up the rest of his cum. She slid her lips down to the four inch mark and let her tongue lap up the rest of his salty seed. She looked up at him and grinned, the cum on her lip dripped down onto his cock. Running her tongue around, she scooped it up and slowly pulled herself off of his dick.
Harry’s eyes were still shut tightly, as he panted and regained his breath. Falling back, he rested against the tiled wall as Yvonne stood up and washed away his sperm. Sarah walked into the room as her blonde co-star curled up to the panting youth worker.
“I’m not interrupting am I?” The brunette asked with a smirk. Yvonne looked over at her and quickly grabbed the door shutting it in a rush.
Harry grinned as Yvonne started to panic. “I think she’s already seen everything.”
“Yeah, I did.” Sarah added in agreement, looking through the frosty glass of the shower door.
“That’s not the point!” Yvonne said.
Sarah laughed and tugged at the door. “C’mon, let me in!”
Yvonne conceded and stepped away from the door. Sarah pulled the door open and saw the two lovers in an embrace.
“Well, don’t you two look hot? Shame you washed off the cum Yvonne. I’d like a taste. Hey Harry.” She said with a smile, waving at the young youth worker.
“Hey.” He said, matching the wave.
“Well then… What should we get up to?” The brunette asked, taking her ray-bans off and putting them on the counter. Running her hands through her hair, she reached behind her and stepped out of the dress, landing into a pool around her feet.
Sarah was more tanned than Yvonne and Harry could see her large bronze nipples come into view. She stepped out of the dress and walked closer to the shower. Looking over at the bemused blonde and man, she smiled and took charge.
“Last one on the bed gets a blowjob!”
Yvonne looked up at Harry, twisted the shower off and darted into the bedroom. Getting back into the mindset, Harry stepped out of the shower and ran to the bedroom to find the blonde and brunette lying on the bed. Yvonne was lying on her right side, while Sarah was on her left, they almost looked like a pair of scissors.
“Looks like you win Harry.” The gorgeous brunette said with a big smile. She leant over Yvonne and patted the bed. Barely containing his excitement, Harry walked over and sat down next to the gorgeous naked TV stars. Sarah spun around so that she was in front of Harry and Yvonne crawled up behind her.
Sarah slid down so she was on her hands and knees and her posterior was arched so Harry could see her ass cheeks. Crawling along the bed, Sarah took the base of Harry’s shaft in her hand and slowly pumped the bottom of his dick. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue along the bottom of his pole tracing the thin vein that ran underneath his dick.
Twisting her tongue around the base, she moved it upwards applying a liberal amount of tongue to each part of his underside. Her soft hands caressed his large ball sac that had seen more action in this past twenty four hours than most of his adult life. She cradled his large nuts while she made her way up to the tip of his dick.
Yvonne pressed her chest into the back of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Flicking her tongue against his ear, she cooed with delight as he moaned at the action.
“Isn’t she hot?” Yvonne asked, looking over his shoulder down at the gorgeous brunette sucking his cock.
Harry groaned his approval as his head fell back in sheer delight. Yvonne giggled when her phone’s alarm went off.
“Be right back lovers.” She said with a smile, crawling over to her bedside table. She looked at the screen and cursed. “I’ve got to go.”
Harry and Sarah both looked up at her and Sarah took his cock out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, as Yvonne started to dress herself in a hurry.
“I’ve got to get to a recording studio. I need to record some lines for Mass Effect 3.” Pausing briefly, Yvonne looked over at the two on the bed. “I’m going to be like five hours? You guys can stay here though. ”
“Is that OK?” Sarah asked, stepping up off of the bed as Yvonne darted out of the room.
“Yeah… Save some for me though!” With that, she left the house in a tornado. Sarah looked over at Harry and smiled, her eyes drifted down his toned body towards his dick. His cock had deflated again and wasn’t getting up again.
“Well… I’m not as wet as Yvonne was. You’ll have to warm me up. Lie down, I want to sit on your face.” Sarah took command of the bedroom, climbing onto the bed next to Harry, she watched him lie down on the bed.
Sarah opened her legs and straddled Harry’s eager face. Slowly lowering herself down, Sarah moaned to the sky as his tongue touched her lady lips. But that was it for her pleasure, Harry’s virginity hadn’t really been a problem with Yvonne as she could take charge but Sarah wasn’t aware of his previous condition.
He was doing it all wrong, by lapping at the lips sloppily like a dog at a bowl of water. Sarah groaned and looked down at him, his eyes were shut tightly as he gave it his all. Running her hands through his hair, she watched him for a brief moment before slipping off of him.
“What…” Harry started but she stopped him.
“Have you even ate pussy before?” She asked, crooking an eyebrow at the lacklustre job.
His eyes fell down to the bed and then back up at her. He shook his head, embarrassed at his admission.
“No… I’m pretty much a virgin.”
Sarah’s mouth dropped open. “Yvonne took your virginity?” She smiled when he nodded his head. “Baby, if you could make her scream like that as a virgin I’ll be able to make her fall into a coma.” Her soft hands rubbed his hair chest as she smiled warmly towards him.
Lying on the bed, Sarah pulled herself up to the headboard and spread her legs for him. She beckoned him over to her with a curling right index finger.
“OK Harry, we’re going to make you a oral God so when Yvonne gets back she’s going to be able to scream the house down without even riding that big dick of yours.” She then patted the comfy bed in between her legs.
“OK, here’s what you’re going to do. See where my pubes are?” Harry looked up at her groin and saw her thin trail of brown pubic hair. It served like a runway trailing down towards her wet pussy. When he nodded, she continued talking. “It runs down towards the top of my pussy OK?”
He nodded again, and Sarah continued. “Now… Put your face right in front of it… So you can see every detail.” Harry nodded, getting down on his belly he then crawled up to the waiting, wet pussy and looked up at her expectantly. “That’s good baby. Now listen to me… Women, even more than men… They love to be teased. They love it! This part of the thigh is easily the most tender spot. Lick it, kiss it… Fuck, write poetry with the tip of the your tongue on it. Come so freaking close to her pussy, and then move away. Make her want it, even beg for it. Go on…” Sarah lightly nudged him, by closing her legs briefly.
He nodded and moved to the right thigh, slowly snaking his tongue out, Harry started to paint a pattern inside her leg. Already, he could hear her moaning and felt like he had come a long way.
Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as he tease her so well. Groaning at the touch, she smiled to herself as his tongue flicked against her skin. Taking hold of his head, she remembered that she was supposed to be in charge. Regrettably removing his head from her thighs, Sarah pointed at her pussy.
“See this part here?” When he nodded, she carried on talking. “Lick this part here where my leg moves to my pussy. Push your face into my bush and move your lips over my slit. But don’t push down on it to ramp up the excitement.”
Smiling, she lightly bumped her thighs into his head, spurring him to carry on. Harry lightly kissed her thigh again, but didn’t remove his lips. Lightly dragging his lips down, he kept his tongue on her skin. When he reached the crease between her leg and her pussy, he gave it a strong, broad stroke. She gasped at the contact, and her hips jerked upwards in a completely involuntary motion.
Going with that, Harry kissed her skin again and gave the flesh a long sideways swipe. Remembering her advice from the broader part of her thigh, Harry started to draw elegant patterns in her skin.
Sarah groaned aloud at the touch and she ran her hands through his hair. Giving it a few more strokes, she smiled as he took in all of her advice and moved his lips onto her slit.
Keeping his lips off of her actual pussy, he looked up at her and was pleased to see that her eyes were shut tight and she was palming her left breast. Unsure of what to do, he moved a little closer to her slit and let out a breath of cool air. Her eyes flickered in pleasure and her hips bucked upwards and tried to force herself against him.
“He… He… Harry… Kiss… The pussy…” She panted as her eyes opened and she looked at him in sheer bliss.
He nodded and put his lips directly on top of her slit. Kissing it gently, he heard her groan in pleasure. She pushed her hips up at him and tried to get more of him inside her. He kissed her again gently, then harder, he was pleased with himself when she moaned even louder. Thinking about her slit like it was a mouth, he pushed his tongue out and tried to separate her pussy’s lips.
He was more than happy to see that her lips did indeed separate. “Fuck… Move your tongue up and down.” Sarah let out in a short breath, her legs closed on him, but he took charge of the situation. He spread her legs with his hands, giving him more room to play with. Trying a new, untested tactic, Harry started to slide his tongue in and out of her hungry, wet folds making her let out a pleasure filled squeak. Pumping his tongue in and out of her, he watched her with great anticipation as she kneaded her breasts.
“Clit… Harry… My clit…” Sarah almost screamed at him as her head fell against the head board in bliss.
Harry looked at her clit and saw that it had peeked out of its protective hood. Throwing caution to the wind, he flicked his tongue against it. Sarah yelped in pleasure as his tongue bumped against it. Knowing that he was onto a winning tactic, he brought his tongue up to the top of her slit and swiped downwards against the hard button.
Unsure of what to do, he licked the clitoris again and pushed the tiny pearl into her soft skin. Sarah let out a throaty groan in pleasure as he drove her crazy with his freshly acquired oral talents.
Harry observed that her moans were lower when he flicked his tongue against her clit, not by pushing it into her. Using that information, he flicked and down, left and right down and up any pattern he could think of to try and make her cum.
“Harry… Harry… Suck my clit!” Sarah gasped out loud as the orgasm started to warm inside her. He started off by sucking on the bud lightly, looking up he saw Sarah’s face screwed up shut in pleasure. Sucking even harder on the clit, Harry watched her start to write in pleasure. Her hips jerked up off of the bed and started to bounce up, almost like she was trying to get away from him. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he moved with her as she started to scream at him.
“Don’t stop Harry. Don’t ever stop!”
The sheen of her sweat was adding to the pleasure he was delivering. She was obviously enjoying herself as her voice started to climb. Slipping a finger into her pussy, Sarah let out a loud, long groan as her orgasm came even closer. Finger fucking her wet folds, Harry kept moving around with her as she bounced around the bed.
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck me!” Sarah screamed out as she gripped his hair and pushed him as deep into her as she could.
Soon, it was all over.
Her back arched and the walls came down. She exploded over Harry’s face keeping him close to her pussy. Her body heaved with the action as Harry continued to playfully jab at her clit. Harry lapped up as much of her girl cum as he could, looking up at her as he did so.
“Fuck… That was good.” Sarah said, smiling down at him. “Give me a kiss.”
Harry nodded and came out of her wet folds, and up to her waiting face. Sarah wiped away the sweat matted hair and smiled at him. She hooked her arms around his neck and tugged him into a kiss. Their lips met and their tongues intertwined, his large one carefully flicked against her smaller one which playfully shied away from his. His hands lightly cupped her breasts as he finally caught her tongue.
“Wow… You’re a fast learner…” She said with a smile.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t very good earlier.” Harry said, almost shame creeping into his voice. She shushed him by putting her index finger on his mouth and smiling.
“Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about! So how was losing your virginity to Yvonne?” She asked, as her legs lightly wrapped around his waist keeping him close to her.
“Very enjoyable.” He said with a laugh. She smiled and nodded her head.
“I bet. Was she good?” She asked, a wicked smile creeping on her face.
“Really? Well, we’ll have to see if I can change your mind.”
He smiled and nodded his head. “OK… Can we… Uh… Can we go?”
“Go?” She asked, when Harry motioned to his now erect seven inch dick bobbing in the air. “Ah, go. How do you want me baby?” She asked, running her hand up and down his chest.
“Can you go on all fours?”
“Kinky.” Sarah replied with a grin. She crawled past Harry and positioned herself in the middle of the bed. Seductively waving her hips for him to enter her, climbing up onto his knees he followed her to the middle and steadied her temporarily. Lightly smacking her ass, he smiled as she yelped at the touch.
Getting up on his knees, Harry walked over to Sarah’s waiting hips and steadied her. He was about to slide it in when he remember that he wasn’t wearing protection.
“Sarah, I don’t have a condom on.” When he reached over to the table, Sarah spoke up.
“Don’t. I love it bareback. Just tell me when you’re going to cum.”
He nodded and pushed his dick against her folds. Sliding it up and down her lips, he then took one breath and pushed his member inside her. Her wet folds were very accommodating with her being soaking wet from her earlier orgasm.
With that much lubrication, Harry slid in all the way to his balls. Sarah let out a loud long groan as his dick reached inside her. Her eyes shut slowly as she let the pleasure wash over her. There was a brief pause as they both got used to the intrusion, there was another pause and Harry withdrew so just his head was still inside her.
Sliding back into her again, Sarah let out a long moan again as his dick filled her waiting folds again. Getting into a rythym, Harry gripped onto her hips and started to drive in and out of her starting off slowly, not wanting to exhaust himself immediatley.
“Fuck Harry… So fucking big…” Sarah cursed, her eyes were still screwed shut and her head had fallen down between her hands. Sweat had started to form on her skin again as the mid day sun started to peek through Yvonne’s bedroom window.
Harry ran his hands along her soft thighs, admiring the way her skin was almost sculptured for some sort of divine flesh. Running his hands up her legs and to her waist, running up to her ass he lightly smacked it.
“Fuck me!” Sarah whined, pushing her butt back against his cock. “Fuck me hard!”
Gripping her hips, Harry pulled back before thrusting forward, slamming into her pussy from behind. Sarah’s head rocketed upwards as she cried out in pleasure again. Rearing his hand back, he slapped her ass again, the noise echoing through the room as she sobbed in passion. Harry started to drive into a new tactic, with each thrust inside her, Harry delivered a swift smack to her ass, her firm butt jiggled with each strike.