fear. His hand grasped her smooth thigh and slid up under her skirt.
“Damn it, Dave, cut that out! Did you already forget what I told you the other night?” she asked.
“Yes, about you having your periods, Laila, you are a despicable liar, how many periods are you having for a month?.... I know you refused me then because you were stressed but now there’s nothing to bother you.” He said. “I didn’t forget how you looked naked, and how I kissed your pussy, and how you sucked me off when I was so horny.” He paused, wanting to put it just right. “Laila, you think it’s easy for a man? And if his own girl won’t help him, out…” He looked down pointedly at the bulge in his crotch.
Laila knew she’d been outsmarted. “I don’t know,” she said wearily. “Give me a hand up, Dave, let’s go back to bed.” Dave pulled her to her feet and forward, his hands sliding up under her skirt. Her soft brown skin was warm and silky, and he pushed his fingers under the bands of her panties. Laila moaned as he tightened his grip on her and rubbed her highly excited dripping pussy. She never could say no to Dave.
“Please Dave, help me be strong,” she pleaded. “Don’t let me have to live with the thought that I have a police record.” Laila continued. “Please, Dave, I’m begging you. My conscience will never give me peace again.”
“Bullshit!....Laila will you for God’s sake forget the past and live the present.” He chided her. He stood and took off his pants. “Look at that, Laila, look at what you do to me!” His erect dick jerked upward as he spoke, growing longer and fatter. The foreskin was drawn back over the knob, which glistened with cream.
Laila couldn’t help herself, not after that. His darling cock drew her like a magnet. Her hands clasped its warm living flesh and pumped, a thumb running lightly over the moist head. She went limp as he helped her take off her clothes, and pushed her back on the bed. A wild emotion filled her mind, a dark dangerous yearning.
Dave carefully fitted his cockhead into the moist folds of her labia, and then with an ecstatic sigh, fell forward on her heaving. His chest felt firm and thrilling against her soft billowy boobs. His hips ground into her, as his fat erect cock glided into her swollen, slick clit. Oh, God. It felt so good, sooo good.
His head was spinning with pleasure from the steamy tight womb closing around his stiff rod. He felt manlier than ever because he’d convinced and won, and that was half the pleasure.
He lunged in and out easily. Laila let him get his penis thoroughly coated in her juices, thoroughly hot involved in his pumping.
“Wait a minute, Dave,” she gasped.
“What now?” He still suspected her of rejection. Hoping against hope that she would accept him for better or for worse.
“There’s a better way. Let me up, honey, just for a minute. Honest, I’m not fooling you!” Breathing heavily, she turned on her hands and knees, presenting her voluptuous ass to him. “Get in me from behind now, honey, hurry!” The posture she took simply bewitching.
Dave fumbled around spreading the cheeks of her enticing pussy. Laila was so impatient, she could hardly stand it. She reached back and with her own hands spread her clitoral walls.
“Damn it! Put it in my hole, baby! Screw me hard and fast.” Laila pleaded relaxing her tight clitoral muscles until the plump knob penetrated her deep. She groaned as she felt the hot rod, and bucked up against him.
“All the way, Dave, all the way,” she moaned. He grabbed her by the hip and bored in enthusiastically, finding it easy to penetrate Laila’s vagina.
“Aaaagggghhh! Aaawwww!” she began to shake and yell, as violent orgasms swept through her. Dave felt as if his prick was caught in a velvet-lined mixing machine! Every little twitch of her voluptuous buttocks shot right through him, tingling clear down to his toes. Her