Forbidden Hallway Fuck: Ravaging Madame Granger Next Door

The hallway door clicks shut behind Cédric. Dim light filters under neighboring doors. Parquet creaks softly under his sneakers. Solange’s hall, right next to mine. Whole building sleeps. One wrong moan, and curtains twitch. He eyes her sprawled on the thick rug, post-orgasm glow. Fingers slick with her cum trace her belly, tease nipples, brush lips. She recoils slightly. He smirks, kisses corner of her mouth. Eyes lock. Her face: shocked at his pussy-smeared cheeks. Fingers return. She parts lips. ‘Your pussy tastes divine. Breathe it. Taste the nectar.’ Voice a husky whisper. Her nose fills with her scent. Tongue laps his fingers like a cat. Sucks greedily, eyes glued to his. He kneads her tit, pinches nipple. Leans in. Pulls fingers out. Crushes her mouth. Tongues twist wildly. Free hand dives to her crotch, fingers her soaked slit hard. Muffled moans into the kiss. Thigh presses clit against palm. She clings to his neck, legs buckling. He pops jeans button. Cock springs free, rigid. Slaps her pussy. She gasps into his mouth. Realizes he’s not cum yet. He’s taking her raw. No asking. Cockhead nudges her folds. Slides between thighs. Teases clit, prods ass base. Her juices lube him like balm. Hips tilt. Gland notches her entrance. Slow push. Her pussy grips tight from prior orgasms. He thrusts hard. Deep groan escapes her. Legs wrap his waist. He lifts her, impales fully. She hangs on, panting. ‘So tight, Madame Granger. Feels fucking amazing forcing your hot cunt.’ Whispers punctuate deep pumps. She clings, whimpers stifled. Parquet groans faintly under shifting weight.

💸Become a webcam modelOver 50% of earnings · Daily payouts · 60M visits/dayLearn more →

He pins her to the sideboard. Final thrust bottoms out. Cry rips from her throat, echo risk. Pubes grind clit. Hips undulate slow, demonic. Cock molds her walls. She moans louder, biting lip. ‘You’re so good, so tight. Love fucking you raw.’ ‘Shut up,’ she gasps. Neighbors’ doors so close. Light slits underframe. ‘Shut up? My balls drenched in your slut juice.’ He taunts, ramps thrusts. ‘Admit you love my cock reaming your pussy.’ ‘Please, Cédric, don’t be cruel.’ But she bucks back. Orgasm builds. ‘Admit it!’ Slam after slam. ‘Bastard! Too good… stop!’ She shatters, pussy spasming. He holds off, pounding through contractions. ‘Yes! Fuck my cunt hard, I love it!’ She confesses, collapsing. Still buried, he hugs her close. ‘Not done.’ Pulls out sudden. Whine of loss. Legs wobble on rug. Spins her. Spreads legs, bends her over sideboard. Arches back obscene. Robe shoved aside. Ass cheeks part, pussy glistening, asshole twitching. Mirror catches her lust-glazed eyes. Cross necklace sways. Pussy scent thick, heavy. Hands grip hips. Cock aligns. One thrust, balls-deep. Roar muffled. Pounds steady. Never felt so full. Tits swing. Juices drip thighs. She grinds back, moans rising. Light flickers from streetlamp through blinds.

The Contact

Violent thrust, holds deep. Pulls shoulders back, arches extreme. Strips robe, bra. Hands roam: back, hips, tits mauled. She goes wild, slamming ass onto him. He takes control, yanks hips. She slides on his pole like a ragdoll. Tempo races. Guttural cries. Mirror shows her feral face, tits bouncing, jewels whipping nipples. His hand clamps nape. Slows to teasing fucks. Eyes burn in reflection. ‘Look how hot you are getting railed.’ She watches herself, cums harder. Fingers trace ass crack. Thumb probes rosebud, slips in lubed. She tenses, but pleasure surges. Second finger joins. Double penetrates. She screams ecstasy. ‘Love it like this?’ ‘Yes! Make me cum!’ ‘You’re mine. Love my fingers in your ass?’ ‘Yes! I’m yours, fuck my holes!’ Orgasms collide. His cock swells, erupts. Hot jets flood her depths. Groans echo softly. She milks him, ass clenching fingers. Hall reeks of sex. He stills, savors. Pulls fingers free. Caresses ass. She glances mirror, sees him sniff digits. Pussy expels cum, dribbles. His hand cups, smears everywhere. ‘Mine now. Marked with my load.’ She pushes back, submits. Heart hammers. Footsteps? No. Secret safe. Creeps out later, parquet sighing. Crosses neighbor in stairs. Smiles innocent. Pulse races home.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Scroll to Top