Can I have it?

I'm in the heat.
I can't stop thinking about making love to you.
Just thinking of you makes my whole body ready for the act.
You are driving me crazy.
Then the phone rings, and I recognize your number in my display.
- Can I have it?
You haven't said that to me for a long time, but I don't answer. I am too busy thinking about what to do to disguise the excitement. I cross my legs tightly. I have an impression that if I continue in this position, I will wet the chair.
- Hi, are you there?
I was just... oh, never mind.
Are you able to speak?
- I'm in the...
So I'm gonna hang up and call you back, see if he picks it right now.
And he hung up.
It struck again:
- Can I have it?
- You know that...
He hung up.
It struck again:
- Can I have it?
- Stop that, I...
He hung up.
Once again, the classmates around were looking at me curiously.
When the phone threatened to ring, I answered:
- Can I have it?
- Do it now!
You laughed, pleased.
- You want some lunch?
- Where is it?
I'll catch you there. 12:15, go without your panties on.
- Stop with the...
I ran to the bathroom.
At 12:15, you were waiting under the building. I got in my car, and you drove to the north wing. You behaved like a gentleman all the way there. Then you parked at an outlet mall across from this nice little restaurant where they serve really tasty fish. We sat down on a table far back, but you talked about amenities, work situations. It was actually relieving for me not having to spend all that time fighting against you and even worse battling myself and every desire of mine which despite being absolutely peaceful didn't give any respite. I couldn't pay the slightest attention to anything you were saying. She was beating, and I was already distressed thinking that you might have been smelling her scent. I felt it. Despite the clothes, tablecloths, tables. When we finished lunch, you told me I needed to pick up a piece of cloth from my dresser. And that would take no time at all... Of course I hesitated. You'd look at me, make fun of the way I looked.
When you said goodbye to him and we walked up the stairs, you put your arm over my shoulder and made me turn around quickly until I stood facing a door that read "hide". I looked at you in surprise and you showed me the key with the real estate label on it. I almost pushed you out of the door, we went into the dressing room already kissing each other and before you had managed to lock the door again from inside, all I was wearing were underwear and a bra - eager for you.
You looked at me from top to bottom, devouring my body with your gaze.
"Your body is beautiful", she muttered, taking a step toward me.
I took a step back and began to play with the pieces...I grabbed hold of my bra's handles, made mention of lowering them so that they could be put in place again.
Crazy to expose himself to the warm and moist touch of your mouth, it was already swollen. I lowered my other sleeve a little more and another nipple struggled to leap over the fabric. I released the clasp from behind me, put both hands underneath my breasts, tightening them upwards, finally making the two beaks now free like partridge muzzles point at my will. The bra now lay forgotten at my feet. You took one more step in my direction. Once again I stooped down. You were already naked, your cock shone brightly. It was difficult to resist and continue the joke, I must have bitten my lips, imagining it in my mouth, you smiled satisfied:
- You want it, don't you?
I caressed my own body lustfully, smiled as you half-closed your eyes and bit your lips...
- Don't you, motherfucker?
When I touched my penis, still under the panties and felt how wet it was breathed in air between teeth this time taking you seriously.
- Hold on a second.
You were almost crazy, you would put a hand on it and I was anxious to replace that hand with all my possibilities. I started caressing myself now under the panties, playing with her, squeezing so she entered between my lips where I gently rubbed her until an omen of enjoyment. Then I turned around and did the same thing in your ass. You came closer, could feel his body nearly glued to mine, and bent down to take off the pants provocatively leaning my butt into your cockpit. I hissed again. I wanted it all, so badly, imagined your cock in my mouth that tasty dick which by now would be wet for me. Wanted your cock on the bottom of my bottle, picturing him pounding deep down there against a wall wanting you to snatch me from the way I was just half-bowed stiff ass rubbing at you. There were so many alternatives I'd rather let you do and you didn't disappoint me. You made me turn around towards you kissed my lips our tongues curled up as our naked bodies feverishly looked like they might melt together Your warm skin in contact with mine melted me, I felt soft, malleable, totally delivered into your arms.
The ice cream!
You didn't care. Without stopping to kiss me, you went down your crazy mouth through my body, poked at the breast, that of a chicken while touching another with one hand. You pinched one beak while nibbling on the other, sucked and sucked while squeezing both hands together, sucking both beaks simultaneously. Grabbing for my ass, forced open legs, threw myself in front of you and began to suck me, tongue walked into bucket, wrapped clitoris, finger walking tail. He stopped, he looked at me:
She moves for me, does she?
I squeezed the internal musculature until I felt it move.
- That's it!
I pumped again.
That's great.
You sucked me again. Your hand squeezed my flesh, hips and waist; the other one went between your lips to sink into her wetness so that you could then go down on your ass. I leaned over his shoulders thinking I was going to fall because of how much fun I'd had. You stood up, kissing my mouth once more as my breasts offered themselves sharply. He raised my right thigh and lowered himself slightly until he put his stick in front of me, just at its crotch. Then he let loose my leg which when it fell back made me swallow his whole stick with the help of his movement to stand up. He hit rock bottom.
You wouldn't let go, and I would hold my hips tightly against your thighs with a stick that went in deep into me.
He cried out in pain.
- Does it hurt?
- That 's it !
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, slowing his movements.
- I will kill you!
You laughed, burying your pussy in me again, biting his chest to drown out the moans almost screaming when I made fun of him again. You threw my arms over your shoulders and grabbed my ass, got my feet off the ground. I hung on you like a baby koala. I hugged you with my legs. Our breasts tightly against each other, your hands holding me by the butt, opened up all for your dick that went inside and outside while using the wall as support fucked me without mercy.
I whistled at every new punch.
- Whoa, whoa!
- Go fuck yourself, bitch!
Inevitable, the thrilling joy and distress pressed against the wall feeling his hard cock tearing me to shreds.
I came down from your embrace, thought you might be tired of my weight and decided to give it a rest.
You moaned!
The kiss grew louder, he understood the "neck" as well and within seconds I was flapping his cock willingly.
- Swallow it, will you?
I swallowed it. Didn't even have to ask, but slowly took it out of my mouth and licked the whole thing on the way back down. Swallowed it again, also very gently; pulled it up with both hands clinging to my lips as we walked along that same path caressing you. Carefully continued this little handshake, then lowered myself further into your bag and started licking it.
I thought, "How cute is that man?"
You made me get up, turn my back on you.
It's delicious.
Leaning against the wall with your shoulder and sticking up your ass...
- Whoa!
You grabbed my hands and made me shake my ass for you...
- Whoa!
With one hand he rested on my butt, with the other held his cock and buried it back in my bucket. He sank down, went back up, sunk again, came out. And in a single movement made its triumphal entry through the rear door.
Gemi, squeezing my ass with her hands against his dick.
Do it again!
I squeezed my ass again, making your dick go even tighter into my butt. You held me by the hips, burying it in me and every time he came out a little bit, I would press his bands back against him, causing you to moan, growl, whine, murmur, whisper...
- Down here, he asked.
I put it down in front of your pussy.
- Suck my balls, you bitch!
I sucked your balls.
I was already moaning, anticipating the crazy pleasure of your fucking dripping on my face.
- Lift it up a little, lift...
You asked me to. I stood up a little, you held one of her nipples with your hand and then the other until they were both at his dick's height so holding them both she stuck her stick between them i decided to help by squeezing them against their buttocks
Fuck my boobs, fuck them!
- I want to spit in your face!
Just in time to feel the hot jet coming towards me, licking my nose and mouth and chin and neck with a few drops pushing against my breasts.
You fell, leaning on my shoulders until you knelt in front of me.
- You're being funny!
Laugh too.
- All we have to do is find out there's no water here.
But you did. You had it all planned out, even soap and two clean towels in your backpack... we took a bath with you helping me while I held my hair up from getting wet, washed myself by running the soap over my body then rinsing like a baby!
When you left me under the building, it was already almost three o'clock. I hurried upstairs and went back to work. Two hours later your phone rings. Your number is flashing on the display. It must be hot or something like that. Answer wet!