Wicked Wednesday #Happy 300 Marie!!!

They were about 300 miles from New York. Sally had left one of the cards for her hotel door downstairs for him, Oscar slipped the card into the door, and he knew it was juvenile but it was the same way he was going to slip into Sally.

Sally was on the bed, her legs spread and semi-nude. Oscar adored the bits of lace that he saw, as she pulled her hair up into a faux knot. He got hard, every time he looked at her since he met her he wanted her.

When they had been younger, after they had broken up, she would come to him. When she was younger as large as her breasts were, she barely wore a bra because they were full and perky and she hated the restraint. Once he came inside his pants from just looking at her.

He would get her naked quickly, and they would be in bed indefinitely. It was a repeated cycle because he could not deny her.

Now, he walked to the bed and she looked up at him as she took off her bra, and spread her legs more. Only the bra and suspenders were about her hips. Her thong and stockings were on the bed. He needed to be inside her, he did not even have time to take off his suit.

Sally opened her mouth, when he pulled out of his pants. The cooler than inside his pants air made his erection, twitch a bit and looking at her mouth made it twitch more. He closed her mouth with his fingers, and she looked longingly at him. The pre-come on his tip, Sally kissed it and then leaned back on the bed to get some lube. The lube they liked, which made it feel so good. He slipped on a condom, and in tandem they moved together as she applied lube and he got on the bed over her still fully dressed.

Sally licked his jacket and shirt like they were his skin, and grabbed his ass to pull him more into her. More into her, it felt too good. The way she moved under him made him wild, and he thrust faster and faster into her. He knew what she liked, and what her limitations were. He felt her break around him, and he groaned moving eventually into his own sweet end.

She curled up on top of him, his suit now damp with her come on his thigh, and he thought 300 miles away from New York…

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