CREAM PIE SUNDAY Early Sunday morning you tell me that you’..

CREAM PIE SUNDAY

Early Sunday morning you tell me that you’ve got to get ready as you’re taking your Grandma to church. I watch as you’re in front of the mirror in the bathroom, you’ve put on a lacey black bra that holds your breasts nice and snug, black lacey panties that I notice hugs your ass hole and vagina as the material flares out to sit over your feminine hips.

I watch as you apply your makeup, concentrating on looking nice and presentable for your grandma and others that she will introduce you to at church. I watch as you apply the finishing touch of lip gloss to your lips before you smile and slide in to a floral dress.

I approach you from behind and wrap my arms around you by putting them over your shoulders and pulling you firmly back into my body. You run your soft feminine hands down my arms feeling the veins and the muscles as I start kissing your neck. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes taking a breath in as I ignite your arousal.

You say “baby we don’t have time” as you feel my hands run down your thighs and lift up the material of your dress to expose your panties. I moan slightly as I continue kissing your neck “there’s always time, I’m going to send you to church with a present”. You feel my hand slip down under the material of your panties as my fingers rub the outside of your vagina lightly.

Your arousal increases as you feel my cock grow firmer as it’s pressed against your lower back. I grab you and push you down over the bathroom bench in front of the mirror, I pull your panties to one side as you feel my cock stroking up and down your labia. You get wet just anticipating the thought of my cock inside you and you start pushing back into me, inviting me to take you.

You make a fist with your hands on the bathroom bench as you feel my hard cock slide deep inside you, sinking down into the wet soft depth of your vagina. You feel my hands take hold of your hips as I slowly penetrate you in and out, back and forth leaving trails of your clear sticky juice along my shaft.

Your pussy feels amazing as you look in the mirror and see your man taking control, just fucking you so spontaneously in front of the bathroom mirror. My cock increase in speed, thrusting into you fast and faster. The bathroom fills with the sound of my hanging balls slapping against your clit. The feeling of this combined with my long thick shaft hitting deep inside you just makes you submit to me even more.

Your moans get louder and louder as my dirty desire brings out the slut in you. You moan “I’m your slut fuck me baby! Just fuck your little slut hard!” My hands grip tighter on your hips as you feel completely dominated and feel your orgasm getting close to the edge with each thrust of my cock and with each impact of my balls slapping against your clit.

Your moans become high pitched as your body gives in to me, you orgasm right there bent over the bathroom bench, but I don’t stop fucking you, you feel so dominated as I continue taking you, pounding your pussy for my own dirty desire and pleasure. I tell you in a firm voice “I’m going to cum in you and you’re going to leave it there and go to church, understood?” You submissively reply “yes baby I will”.

You feel my thrusting slow as hard jolts from my cock can be felt inside you. I moan loudly “I’m cumming take it all”. You just look in the mirror at yourself bent over with your man depositing his load inside you from behind. You feel the warmth of my semen as it shoots up inside of you. You moan submissively and push back into me to milk every last drop of cum from my throbbing cock.

“Ohh goood giiirl” you heard me say as I slowly pull my cock out of you. I pull your panties back across your swollen vagina as white cum begins to ooze from you. “Keep that cum inside you, do not clean it up, I want you to sit in church with this mess between your legs” you hear me say. You feel so penetrated, so taken and submissively reply “yes baby I’ll sit in my cream pie the whole time for you”.

You fix up your hair and slip into some shoes before heading out the door to church. At church you can’t stop thinking about the imagines in your head, of me fucking you, taking you so animalistic like and the constant feeling between your legs of my sticky mess oozing out of you that reminds you of just how naughty you’ve been before church.