Irish let Slade drag her into the back room of the Golden Slipper.Irish let Slade drag her into the back room of the Golden Slipper. She'd had no idea that Slade was anywhere near enough to overhear what she was telling the girls. As he shut the door behind them with his boot, one hand began lifting her skirts till they bunched at her waist. Then he ripped her drawers off, stuffing part of them in her mouth. With his other hand, he unfastened the buttons on his pants and drew out his raging hard cock. She wanted to say something, anything, but the cloth cut off her words. Then his steel shaft sank into her still-wet pussy. As he shoved her back against the door, he stopped, buried inside of her. His hand was still trapped between there bodies and his fingers began to play with her clit. He buried his lips behind her ear. "Your story got me so hot," he muttered. "I got to have you now. Can't wait til tonight." Then he began fucking her, stroking in and out. Irish felt a tingle run through her body. Combined with his wandering fingers, he was driving her quickly towards an orgasm. It was incredibly decadent to think that his cock was surrounded by whatever of Jonah's fluid that was still left in her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight for the ride. Her inner muscles began to clench around his pistoning cock as he banged her sore ass up against the wooden door. "So good," he whispered in her ear. "So hot and soft. I can almost feel the cum still in there." Irish knew she wasn't going to last long and neither would Slade. |