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LATE NIGHT PORN

Jennifer Jane opened her laptop with a huff of frustration. Her man, Ridge was crashed out beside her, his rugged muscular body sprawled face down in the pillows. Attending the wedding of his friend from university had been a long day for both of them. Returning to their hotel room he had stripped off his clothes, hit the sheets and immediately fallen asleep. Jennifer was still buzzing.

She’d hung up her slinky dress earlier but still wore her filmy black underwear, beautifully embroidered with flowers and decal jewels. She’d hoped that when they got back to the room her fella would feast his eyes on this sexy concoction before pushing insistently at the latticework of straps, feeling impatient to lock his lips on her peaking nipples. That he’d nibble and tease them through the sheer fabric, until she groaned her appreciation, but her fantasy had not materialised. Removing his fancy clothes, Ridge had promptly fallen fast asleep while she’d been in the bathroom brushing her teeth.

Jennifer was pretty ticked off, she loved hotel sex. She embraced the abandonment of all rules, the devil-may-care anonymity to hotel sex where the bedroom and bathroom were exciting, uncharted territory. She could ditch any concerns about people who knew her overhearing moans and groans. The moment they’d let themselves into the pristine room, Jennifer had become aware of the ball of lust burning low in her pelvis. She’d parked her suitcase and, grabbing Ridge by his belt buckle, had pulled him into her for a hungry kiss. As he leaned into the embrace, cupping the globes of her ass, she’d reached between them to undo his belt and flies.

Ridge had groaned his enthusiasm and pressed with hands on her shoulders until she sank to her knees. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to take the tip of his cock in her mouth. With a tender, teasing motion, she enclosed his frenulum with her lips while circling the glossy head of his member with her tongue. Her nose, pressed close to his pelvis, recognising mingled aromas of musky arousal, shower gel and the amber notes from the cologne he wore. Jennifer tasted the salty slick pre-come already oozing from the tip of his cock, swallowing it greedily down. Her man’s hands slid through her hair, holding her scalp so he could guide her, controlling the speed and depth of her mouth as it enveloped him.

“No hands,” he reminded her. She obediently put them behind her back.

Her pussy pulsed. She dripped with lust at swallowing his heft and girth, feeling a clench of desire at his dominant stance. She latched onto his firm cock and tightened her lips around it. With a flattened tongue underneath his length she sheathed Ridge as he began thrusting into her warm wet cavern, fucking her face to get himself off. His cock stabbed at the back of her throat, despite her attempts to relax. Her eyes leaked tears yet her pussy throbbed hungrily. She longed to touch herself, to press her hands against her clitoris, but dared not disobey. She submitted to his thrusting as it sped up, aware her panties were soaking up the warm stickiness of her arousal.

“Uhhh fuck baby, that feels so good!” Ridge groaned, pumping faster for a last few jerks.

Jennifer readied herself. Spurts of his come soon jetted to the back of her throat, which she swallowed fast, slurping as he climaxed. She caught it all, not wasting a drop.

“Show me,” he growled masterfully.

She looked up at him, doe eyed with lust, obediently opening her mouth, displaying a puddle of creamy semen resting on her tongue.

“That’s my good girl,” he smiled indulgently. “You may swallow.” Then he helped her to her feet and they kissed deeply.

There hadn’t been time for him to return the favour, they had to get dressed and be down in the lobby in 30 minutes, so poor Jennifer was left with a low simmer of arousal all day. Every time Ridge had put a hand at the small of her back, or touched her on the shoulder or leg, her arousal had ratcheted up. It was extremely frustrating to find him face down in the pillow when she came out of the en-suite.

Time to implement a back-up plan, she decided. She’d watch something sexy on the internet. The search bar blinked on her laptop screen and with a few keystrokes she’d logged into one of her favourite porn for women sites. Jennifer selected the ‘couples’ category then scrolled through the film options to find one she’d enjoyed before.

She settled back to watch the take-charge guy tantalise and pleasure a curvy girl into a begging mess of desire. While watching, she cupped and stroked the gentle slope of her breasts over the top of her bra before sliding her hand down her tummy. She was intent on teasing and caressing her smooth mound, where tickles of excitement were already building.

Turning on her side, with her back angled grudgingly towards her sleeping man, Jennifer caressed the bountiful curves of her bum. She stroked leisurely with an appreciative hand then penetrated her labia, where the liquid arousal allowed a slim finger to slide in knuckle deep, grazing the fleshy folds. As always, she was astounded by her own heat and silky texture, and she could barely suppress a groan of excitement.

As Jennifer Jane watched the girl on film performing fellatio on her lover, she sucked on her own moist index finger. She found the salty-sweet tang of her arousal always stirred her excitement. Throwing another longing look at the broad back of her man she used her wet finger to caress herself.

She stroked soft, teasing circles around her clit. Memories flooded to the fore: Ridge’s strong hands cupping her buttocks and holding her open while his tongue lapped at her labia. He would use the flat of his tongue to press and stroke her sensitive clit until she squirmed and saw stars. He’d bring her to climax, making stabbing, motions with his tongue tip, penetrating her pussy with insistency as the molten lava of her excitement flowed. When he slid two fingers inside her, he tended to use a thrusting motion, with a slight ‘come hither’ curl, stroking her g-spot. While envisaging herself shattering on the rocks of her climax, the waves of actual sensation that she was currently feeling from her own touch spiralled.

Her nether lips weighed heavy, engorged, they parted easily, allowing her finger to penetrate deep inside their folds, while her hips rocked rhythmically. She timed her thrusts to match the couple on film, as they fucked with animal passion. Licking her lips she swirled her finger, breathing deep, lust pounding through her veins.

She lay on one hip, allowing access to her pussy from a new angle. Jennifer glanced at her man’s inert body, its impressive undulations of pecs and abs. He’d brought this exclusion from her pleasure on himself. She wondered, however, what he would think if he awoke now, to discover her wantonly pleasuring herself without him? Would he punish her? She rather hoped so. He called her his slutty girl, teasing about her hungry attitude to sex, but her man was proud of her appetite.

She was too far along to stop, a flood of pleasure was almost in her grasp. Her arousal climbed, intensity added urgency, fuelled by her fingers slipping and sliding against the nub of her clit. She settled back onto the cool pillows, spreading her legs wide to pull her pelvis taut. Her slippery finger rubbed and flickered over her clit. Drawing her nail over the bud awakened sensations of hot and cold which ran the length of her spine. Fevered excitement built so she held her labia apart, tapping and massaging her clitoral hood as a buzzing intensity tightened her core.

Jennifer’s eyes fluttered shut in concentration. While one hand teased and manipulated the proud bud, the other pressed in and out of her pussy. She no longer watched the couple on screen, but was aware of the slap of their pumping hips and their groans of release as background noise. Her focus became pinpointed on the climax her body built inexorably towards, muscles screeching with tense anticipation.

She couldn’t help visualising it as a race, where the actors were streaking ahead, so she strove to catch up. Urgency grew in her finger penetration. Her digits thrust frantically in and out, glorying in the heat and liquid squelching sounds, she felt such a slutty girl as her hand pumped. Her knuckles moistened and bruised against arousal-slick flesh. They bumped against her pudenda and her excitement built. A frantic urge to cross the finish line, battled with a desire to drag it out as much as possible.

As if she was on a sun-soaked beach, waves lapped to the rhythm of the pulse pounding in her veins. She gloried in the silky slick arousal which allowed her slim fingers to smooth a path of pure sensation where she longed for it most. She felt her nipples tighten when she crushed and rubbed her pussy, she was past the point where tender touches would fulfil her burning need. Her hips began rolling and tipping, as if the sensations were a liquid, her pussy wanted to tilt to swallow it down. The yearning to be filled pounded insistently, so she buried her fingers deep, welcoming the stretch and penetration.
Jennifer Jane realised, with a swoop in her stomach, she was losing control. Pulses travelled her body as if she was a circuit, the voltage blasting through, causing her pussy to strobe like a flashing light bulb. Her hips bucked. Fingering herself with abandon while cupping her right breast, she plucked brutally at its nipple, needing the pleasure/pain which finally tipped her over the edge, light bursting behind her closed eyes. Her core pulsed with euphoria. All her muscles tightened while she rubbed and stroked her mons, drawing out the delicious sensations.

Finally Jennifer turned on her side to gaze at Ridge, his face, the smooth planes of his muscular back. She reached for his shoulder to gently stroke him, moulding his bicep with her hand to rouse him from sleep. If she could wake him now she was confident that hot kisses and playful touches could persuade him to participate in some bump and grind. Each of them had been indulged, each had taken the edge of urgency off their needs. Yes she was pretty sure that now this slutty girl would get her way.

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