1. Restaurant Futa Fuck (Part 3) The Final Chapter!


    Date: 9/1/2016, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Author: BiancaBigTits, Source: xHamster

    A few days passed since my encounter with Sara and her enormous Futa cock, and I began to feel a familiar stirring in my nether regions. I texted with Sara a few times since we fucked, but our schedules never worked out so that we could have a repeat performance. I wanted to cum, needed to cum, but my hands wouldn't be enough. And then it hit me; the waitress gave me her phone number. She didn't seem to be a futa girl like Sara and me, but that didn't matter. She was incredibly sexy with a wide, round ass, and small perky tits. If she was around, and willing, perhaps the day would turn out better than expected. I shuffled through the papers on my desk and found the check from a few days ago, her number scrawled at the bottom. I picked up my phone, an anxious knot in my stomach, and I dialed her number. &#034Hello?&#034 She sounded so sexy, and my cock began to swell inside my yoga pants. &#034Hey, is this Elizabeth? I think we met a few days ago at Paradise...&#034 I paused, thinking about what had happened. She walked in on Sara and me right after we finished fucking. Or perhaps sooner. Maybe she was there for a while, watching me plow Sara's tight snatch, filling it with my hot cum. I imagined her sliding her hand down her tight fitting, black work pants, playing with her wet slit while I erupted inside of my futa partner. &#034We, um, 'bumped' into each other in the bathroom?&#034 &#034Oh, yeah! I remember very clearly! Your name was Bianca, right? You were there with ...
    another...uh, girl?&#034 She said &#034girl&#034 with an upturn in her voice, as if she was unsure what to call us. I always consider myself to be a girl with a cock, so I never mind being called that. As far as I was concerned, my cock was the only thing keeping me from being 100% woman. &#034That's me! I wanted to see what you were up to this evening? If you wanted to hang out, grab a drink?&#034 &#034I would love to! I get off of work at 9, and I can meet you after that?&#034 I offered to pick her up after work and I hung up the phone. At this point my cock was rock hard, working its way far down my pant leg, stretching the tight fabric of my yoga pants. Judging from the look Elizabeth gave me in the bathroom that day, I knew she was curious about my...situation. And I was more than happy to fill her in. Literally. 9 o'clock came, and I pulled up outside of Paradise. I wore the same yoga pants from earlier with a loose fitting blouse in order to hide the bulge in the front of my crotch. It was a style I wore fairly often, since the pants were very comfortable and held in my cock, while the shirt concealed my member from any unwanted attention. Elizabeth came out of the restaurant and hustled over to my car, smiling wide as she climbed in. &#034I've been waiting for you to call me!&#034 She said, leaning over to hug me. &#034Ever since you sat down to eat, I knew there was something about you I liked!&#034 I caught her glancing down at my crotch, attempting to do so quickly ...
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