58. Dirty Dance Floor III

58. Dirty Dance Floor III
Ira screamed, raw and loud, the sound tearing out of her throat before she could stop it.

Felix’s hand clamped over her mouth instantly, palm hot and firm.

“Shhh, baby,” he hissed, eyes blazing.

“Keep it down or everyone’s gonna know what a dirty little slut you are.”

She whimpered against his hand, eyes watering, her pussy stretching around the latex-covered length of him.

He was so fucking big, filling her completely, the head kissing her cervix.

Her walls fluttered around the condom, the thin rubber stretching tight as her body tried to adjust.

He groaned, low and guttural, his hips rolling slowly.

“Fuck… so tight. This pussy’s choking my dick so good.”

He started moving, deep and gentle, his hips grinding against her clit with every thrust.

The wet slap of skin on skin was drowned out by the music, but she could feel every filthy sound, and every slick slide.

Ira’s hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in.

She was lost, completely fucking lost in it.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, straining against the crop top.

Sweat trickled down her cleavage.

Felix leaned in, licking a long stripe up her neck, tasting salt and perfume.

“You feel that?” he whispered against her skin.

“How deep I am? How your pussy’s sucking me in like it never wants me to leave?”

She moaned into his palm, nodding frantically.

Her hips rocked back, meeting every thrust, chasing the pressure building low in her belly.

He released the hand on her mouth, only to crash his lips against hers in a messy, desperate kiss.

Tongues sliding, teeth clashing.

She tasted herself on him, sweet and musky, and it made her clit throb harder.

His hands were everywhere: sliding under her top again, cupping her heavy tits, squeezing them roughly.

He pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them, tugging until she whined into his mouth.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” he growled against her lips.

“So fucking big, and soft. I wanna bury my face in them.”

He ducked his head, yanking the crop top up just enough to free one breast.

His mouth latched onto her nipple, hot, wet, sucking hard.

His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, then his tongue flicked fast circles around it.

Ira’s head fell back, a choked moan escaping.

“Oh god… Felix… fuck…”

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment: sucking, biting, licking until both were swollen and shiny with his spit.

Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the skirt bunched around her waist now, her ass fully exposed and pressed against the railing.

Felix’s hands dropped to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

He squeezed hard, spreading her cheeks, letting his fingers dip between to tease her tight little hole.

“You ever had this ass played with?” he asked.

She shook her head, panting. “N-no…”

He groaned, circling her rim with one finger, still thrusting deep into her pussy.

“We’ll save that for later. Right now, I’m gonna fuck this wet cunt until you can’t walk straight.”

He picked up the pace, pounding her harder, and faster.

The wet squelch of her pussy taking him was obscene.

Her creamy juices smeared along the latex, leaving milky streaks on the condom as it slid in and out, her slickness coating him completely.

Ira was moaning nonstop now, high, needy, filthy sounds that spilled out of her without shame.

“Yes… yes… fuck me… harder…”

Felix obliged, slamming harder into her.

The tip of his cock hit that spot inside her over and over, the condom stretching and flexing with every deep stroke, making her vision blur.

He licked her ear again, slow and wet, sucking the lobe.

“You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked raw on the dance floor like a needy little whore.”

She nodded, tears of pleasure stinging her eyes.

“Yes… I love it… don’t stop…”

He slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing faintly under the music.

Then again, and again, until the skin bloomed red under his palm.

Just then, Ira caught a glimpse of a guy in the crowd nearby.

His eyes locked on them for a split second before he smirked and turned away, nonchalant, like it was nothing new in this club.

Her pussy clenched harder at the thought, a fresh gush of wetness soaking the latex even more.

The risk, the exposure… it made her hotter than anything.

Felix felt it as her walls gripped him tighter.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.

“Mmm… seems like someone loved being watched. Your pussy just got so much wetter, baby.”

Ira whimpered, nodding, too lost to deny it.

Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock hard.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” she gasped.

“Do it,” he growled. “Come all over this dick, baby.”

She shattered again, harder this time.

Her pussy spasmed, walls fluttering wildly around his cock, squirting hard enough to soak the condom and drip down his balls.

She screamed into his shoulder, biting down to muffle it.

Felix groaned, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck… yeah… just like that… your cream all over my dick.”

He kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing his own.

His balls drew up and tightened, that telltale sign he was right on the edge, so close to exploding.

The muscles in his thighs tensed as the pressure built deep in his groin.

His cock throbbed harder inside her, swelling with every pulse.

He groaned low and ragged, breath hot against her neck, his whole body going rigid as the orgasm hit him like a fucking tsunami.

“Fuck… baby, I’m coming… oh shit, here it comes,” he rasped, voice breaking.

Ira whimpered, nodding desperately.

“Do it… please… cum for me…”

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time. His cock pulsed violently, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting into the condom.

Ira whimpered, her pussy clenching around him one last time, milking every last drop from him.

He stayed buried deep for a few seconds, panting hard, forehead pressed to her shoulder as the aftershocks rolled through him.

The music thumped on around them, oblivious.

Finally, he exhaled a shaky laugh, kissing her neck softly.

“Goddamn… you wrecked me, baby. You’re so incredible.”

Ira smiled, dazed, her legs wobbling slightly.

“You too.”

He pulled out slowly, careful with the condom, watching it come free, thick with his cum and streaked with her creamy juices.

He tied it off, tucked himself back in, then pulled her skirt down just enough to cover her.

“Please, stay with me tonight?” he begged, his voice soft now.

Ira nodded, still catching her breath.

“Of course… I’m not done with you yet.”