Quickie in the Bathroom
Elma and Patrick have a dinner to attend, but first they have to attend to other matters... Includes mature content.
"Patrick, can you get my hair tie?" Elma called from the bathroom, dangling a set of diamond earrings in front of her pointed ears. "No, I think I like the other ones better," she mumbled under her breath, reaching for another pair of almost identical earrings on the marble counter.
"Where'd it'd be then, hun?" Elma could hear Patrick fumbling through the drawers of her mahogany wooden dresser.
"Oh," she shrieked, her loose, dark curls bobbing on her short-haired bodice as she turned to call to Patrick. "There should be one on my nightstand by the bed." Elma stood facing the mirror as Patrick quickly glided in with a ponytail in hand.
"Damn," he said, looking at her chest from the reflection of the bathroom mirror. "You look stunning, love," he said, wrapping the hair tie over his wrist before placing his broad paws on each of her butt cheeks. She could feel the heat from his paws emanating through her tight black dress. She squirmed under his charming gaze and mesmerizing touch as she fiddled to fit the second earring into her ear. Patrick began caressing her plump ass as he stared at her through the mirror, taking one hand and running it over the open slits of her dress around her mid-section and bringing them under the folds of her breast. He took a breast in hand, easily manipulating the long slit barely encasing her breasts as he gently tugged and felt.
"Mm," Elma murmured, her hips slowly rotating in unison with Patrick's paws. Elma felt Patrick's paw lift from her butt cheek before she saw his hand swing downward in the reflection and smack her right in the center of her right cheek. Elma yelped in surprise before Patrick lifted her over the counter with one arm wrapped around her waist. Elma could only gulp in anticipation as she heard Patrick's large body gently cascade to the ceramic floor before he lifted her short dress over her bottom as far as he could before her fluffed tail prevented it from moving further up her back.
"So nice...," Patrick murmured as he lifted his chin between her thighs and sucked through her thong. Elma jumped slightly as Patrick's tongue swirled over her clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure and excitement through her body. He proceeded to do this for some time before he slid two fingers under her thin thong and shoved them into her wet pussy.
"Ungh," Elma rasped, Patrick's fat fingers drilling her hole as he quickly slid them up and down, letting her juices flow between his fingers and down his wrist.
"Good girl," chimed Patrick as he knelt on one knee, using his free hand to undo his belt buckle. He pushed his pants and boxers down to the floor in one swipe then removed his fingers and pulled the thong so that it was stretched out to one side of her butt. "Look at that pussy," he said, drool escaping his lips as he eyed Elma up. "Let's see how loose you are," he chuckled and then, without warning, he thrustred his bulging cock inside of Elma who let out a sharp scream before succumbing to the pleasure. He let her lay still for a moment, taking in his cock as it pulsed inside of her, expanding her insides as they contracted against his thick manhood. "Be a good girl for me and be quiet," he ordered as he placed his hands on each side of her waist, taking her tail and pinning it aside as well. Patrick quickly got up to speed and began to roughly slam against Elma's trapped body, watching her breasts fly up and down as he did. With each thrust he swore his cock grew firmer until the urge to cum overwhelmed him. He took a few more stabs before he was almost ready. "Cum for me," he said exasperated. "Cum for me, baby," he repeated, his dick longing for her pussy to seize over it and squeeze him.
"Ah," she shrieked, grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples. Patrick could feel her squeezing her vaginal muscles as her pussy tightened around him, nearly forcing him out. Patrick's back straightened as he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of her wet and warm pussy. "Ah," she screamed again. "I'm cuming," she yelled as a wave of warmth filled her pussy, spilling though what little space Patrick's large cock left. Patrick let his load loose, watching as Elma squirmed in delight as his warm, sticky semen filled up her insides.
Patrick slipped the ponytail off of his wrist and bent down so that he could kiss Elma on the cheek. "Here's your ponytail," he said, smirking. He backed up slowly, his cock bouncing as it slid out of her pussy. Drips of his sweet semen fell from his cock onto the floor where a puddle of her cum covered the tile. Before leaving he chuckled. "Don't forget to clean this mess up. We're leaving in five," he said before exiting the room.