100 days girlfriend - S01 E87

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100 days girlfriend - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

John slowly shut his mouth and made his eye blink.

“Have you gone crazy??” He asked.

“Yes…I’ve gone crazy and there’s nothing I can do” She snapped, almost in tears.

She quickly took the hair band from her wrist and tied her hair up.

John gasped when she suddenly took his pyjamas and un-derpa-nts down at a go.

He tried pushing her and that was the exact moment her mouth collected the whole of his flaccid di-ck.

“Oh sh!t” He gasped, and quickly pulled her hair in order for her to concede but it only helped her.

Her head went down, taking his di-ck in and out, rhythmatically.

Its not only her that gets to be horny too, you know.

“Maureennn” He gro-aned, looking out of the window but his eyes fell on the dark silent street which rain poured down on

Maureen was good at it, no doubt.

John felt his legs shaking and he quickly held his parted th-ighs.

Maureen head was sinked in between, her tongue twisting and twirling around his huge erected di-ck in her flexible accommodating mouth.

Her li-ps shaped to his shaft. His balls su-cked and lic-ked too.

“fu-ck” He gro-aned, hoarsely.

“You’ll think she’s innocent when she isn’t. I mean, look at her dolly cute face. Where did she learn this from?” He thought and looked down.

She made a slurping sound before taking her mouth away. She gasped for breath and looked at him.

His eyes was down though. He was pa-nting, with his li-ps slightly parted maybe for easy and better breathing?

She had her slender girly fingers around his di-ck, ma-ssaging it and her short nails gently teasing his balls.

She inhaled de-eperly and stood up. Her other leg went the side of his left thigh while the other leg stayed at the right side.

She took her hand off his di-ck and stood up a bit

Immediately, she took her bumshot off. And, held his di-ck again.

“Gooshh” She purred as she guided his di-ck into her honey pot.

She finally landed her soft bu-tt on his lap-s.

“Oh fu-ck” She almost cried as she started riding him.

“Oh damn” John gro-aned and held the steering wheel with his right hand ti-ghtly like he was above to drive.

“Ouch. fu-ck…Oh fu-ck…Please…John…yes,,, give it to me. Don’t stop” She mo-aned out with a sharp vibrating tone.

John was hammering into her, rou-ghly now and her body wriggled against him.

She surrounded an arm around his shoulders while one hand of hers supported the front screen of the car, as he went fas-ter, his balls slamming the outer walls of her pu-ssy.

The smacking sound against their bodies was insanely loud but the loud sounds of the rainfall dominated.

John took her simple lingerie down and it fell off to his th-ighs.

“Oh yes!!” She screamed cutely as he went madly into her. She felt her precu-msliding down already.

John squ-eezed her bo-obs and she gasped. She starred riding him fas-ter, though not fas-ter than he had been thr-usting.

He was busy su-cking her small bo-obs now.

“Yeah…Ouch!” She slurred.

The car was shaking and squeaking endlessly but they cared not.

John suddenly gave her a for-ced thr-ust with his large di-ck and she exclaimed loud in delight.

****

“Hmm” Natalie hummed, and quickly covered her mouth. She was laying on the bed but on the side of her body.

She was backing Clark who was giving her slow and pleasurable thr-usts.

“Ouch” She mo-aned, and ti-ghtly closed her eyes.

Clark watched as his temple came in and out of her humbly.

“fas-ter Clark, pleaseee” She sobbed and he suddenly held her close, his arms around her wa-ist.

“fu-ck” She whispered as she felt his thr-usting fas-ter and har-der than before. He was jamming her crazily.

“Is this Clark from before?” She thought, shockingly.

He was driving her p**sy rou-ghly. His other hand squ-eezed her squishy as-s as his elongated huge di-ck drove in and out of her pu-ssy.

His se-xy and cute gro-ans kept slamming her ears which made her get all w-et the more.

“You aren’t drunk, are you?” Clark asked, with a low gr-unt, kis-sing the hollow of her ne-ck.

Natalie folded her li-ps and shook her hard.

“I’m not drunk. I’m okay…In my right senses” She mumbled and swallowed hard.

“Yes baby!! fu-ck me as you please!! I’m not fu-cking drunk…Yes!” She squeaked, dancing around his groin.

****

♪I love it when you call me señorita♪

♪I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya♪

♪But every touch is ooh-la-la-la♪

♪It’s true, la-la-la♪

♪Ooh, I should be runnin’♪

♪Ooh, you keep me coming for ya♪

Prisca sang along as she moved her head in rhythm whilst feeling the beat.

She was drinking a gla-ss of tequila by the counter with others.

Many were still on the dance floor though. She was looking around tol.

Suddenly, the person drinking next to her barfed around and the vomit stained Prisca and her lingerie.

“Darn you!!” Prisca yelled and stood up quickly.

“Hey, What’s your problem!!!” Prisca shouted at the drunk girl who was just laughing like a lunatic.

“Brute” She spat and hurried into one of the empty rooms. She entered the bathroom immediately.

Meanwhile, at the balcony of that particular room was Desmond standing.

He had a sweet smile in his face and his eyes was down, looking at his phone.

He was looking at a picture. A picture of him and Whitney. The romantic picture they took at the couple contest back then at summer camp.

He zoomed it to her smiling face and he smiles wider. However, the smile left his face when he remembered Jayden had her.

“I really want you Whitney” He mumbled.

He let out a sad sigh and kept his phone back into his pocket. He looked at the dark sky which poured down cats and dogs.

“Hmm…What a night” He muttered as he found his way back into the room.

He stopped when he saw a girl whose body was w-et, wearing a white towel. She was backing him.

“Hey!! Who are you??” He asked in a demanding tone.

The person slowly turned to him and his eyes grew wide when he saw Prisca.

“Prisca??” He was surprised.

He scanned her body from head to toe.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She snapped, covering her body with her arms like the towel wasn’t enough.

“What do you mean by that? Hey, for your information, I was here first”

“Shut up you liar! I was here first!” She spat and rushed to him.

“Get out!” She nudged him.

However, he was adamant. He hated Prisca’s attitude. And for the fact he was there first and she still acted all ill-natured made him mad.

“I said get out!” She yelled and pointed at the door.

As soon as her arm straightened, pointing at the door, her towel fell to the floor.

Desmond eyes wide-ned and Prisca gasped.