Misterswizz - Mr. Swizz Escapades

Don't Make A Sound

I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you. Don’t make a sound.”

She twisted in the cool water, but didn’t turn around as I pushed her bikini bottoms to one side. She was resting her arms on the edge of the pool looking up, and she arched back just before I slid into her. It took long minutes of rubbing against her cunt before I got all the way inside, and it was glorious agony as I struggled not to look conspicuous. When I was finally there she lowered her head and I could tell she wanted to say something.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, pushing deeper inside her as all around us the other’s kept drinking and laughing. Most people had lost at least part of their bathing suits, but the party had yet to disintegrate into anything more than an excuse to drink beer in cans. The harder I fucked her the more she wanted to talk, until she was biting her lip and pushing back onto me.

“What is it?” I finally grumbled, just about ready to come.

“Who is this?” she finally blurted out. I pressed my lips against the back of her neck and I didn’t stop coming for weeks.

    Guy New York

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