I Love Getting Dirty 🔥

Savannah

Damon withdraws his fingers from my sensitive pussy. I let him wheel himself from under me as I get up to give him the room.

He flashes his ass to the boys still across the street, hitting each other’s arms, whooping and cheering at the two of us. Damon’s white ass moons them before he pulls his sweatpants up and walks to the garage door, opening on a mission for me.

Jumping up, he grabs the metal handle and brings it down. Before it hits the ground, I’m on my feet and running to him.

Ready to jump this man’s bones.

My lips swollen from sucking his cock only a few moments ago. The taste of his salty skin is lingering on my tongue.

When the metal door hits the ground I’m on him the millisecond he has turned around. He doesn’t have time to see me coming or prepare.

The jump I launch at him makes him stumble and fall into the door.

My thighs spread and lock around his hips. I go ballistic. I can’t wait. A loud bang is the proof the boys on the outside were waiting for. I can hear them catcalling and whistling at us going wild.

My wetness is running down my thighs. I grind my ass into his pitched tent, ready for it to invade me and fill the space at my core.

My lips to his, I suck his tongue into my mouth and claw at his back the best I can. I’m going wild with desire.

I need him to take me, to fuck me like he never has. I want wild, dirty caveman sex and I will get it.

Damon’s hands work to free him of his sweatpants, the round tip of his awaiting steel prods my wet slit and nestles between my lower lips to find his home.

Damon’s reposition of his hands splits my ass cheeks like before and stabs me with his hard and thick meat. His cock impales me.

I moan into his mouth, letting him take control of my kiss and pump into my channel with whatever grade of force and speed that he wants.

I’ll take control back soon, but for now I’ll hang onto his body like a spider monkey.

“What is it, baby? Huh?”

His nails take a bite of my inner cheeks that he has started using as a meaty handle for pulling my body on and off of his.

I can see his cock slip inside of me and come back out. It’s covered in my personal gloss and wet with my desires.

Our foreheads touch and lean on each other as he grunts and fucks me to a slowing rhythm.

“What’s got you so damn wet, baby?”

I manage to kiss him, our lips skimming and dragging against each other as I start to help.

Our breathing is ragged and hot.

My tongue licks the dirty spot of the grease, not giving a health-code-like fuck of the repercussions that might and very well should come from my dirty girl antics.

The black grease tastes like working man flavor and makes me burst with another orgasm. Damon gets stuck, my pussy clenching around him with such strength that he can’t pull out.

He groans, rolling his pelvis and letting me ride it out. My clit is so sensitive, but I don’t mind letting his body stay stimulating it.

I fall limp, only being held by Damon’s grasp as I lay against him crying. Tears of pleasure streak my face from this session we are having.

“You like the dirt? My filthy fucking goddess. I’ll give you dirty.”

Damon, this sex angel of mine.

Blows my mind. Throws my back out.

Gives me the goods.

He fucks me.

Still trapped in my boneless state, Damon walks us to this workbench in the back corner that’s covered in grimy-looking tools and dirty oil rags.

His left hand cleans a spot for my ass to sit before he drops me down and lays me back.

My legs at first hanging off the edge, dangling free and carelessly with Damon between them and pumping into my pussy.

My tits bounce around, hitting me in the chin with whatever tools under my back. The workbench creaks and groans, shaking with every brutal thrust Damon gives me.

Dust debris falls like an avalanche we make up. Things fall off the paint-chipped, table-like bench and clatter to the hard stone floor.

My hair gets caught in random objects and tangled up. My hand on the wall above my head, I stop myself from literally getting fucked into a sex-made migraine if I hit the wall enough times.

I can feel his balls slap my ass. His hands hooked around my thighs, he pulls and pushes me to him as he works into me.

My back arching and my cries of lustful adrenaline is everything else to be heard.

This needs to be made into a porn—I’m sure we would get multi-millions of views.

My eyes trail Damon’s sweaty body. His six-pack of soft-outlined abs flex with his every move. Sweat makes them sparkle and the dirty dots sprinkle him like black diamonds for this work of art.

The veins in his arms and hands pop out, the muscles in his shoulders work out. I can see them twitch and bulge from using each and every one.

The crinkle of my gauzed-covered thighs is of no real consequence, seeing as I’ll have to shower twice to remove the filthy things Damon is doing to me.

His dirt-riddled hands have left spots on my once-clean body, his fingerprints leaving traces of their presence all over me.

His black hair is slicked to his scalp and a few strands stick to his forehead as he puts work in. Fucking me over again.

My pussy burns with his pace, I can feel my juices drip from the crack of my ass.

My stomach heaves up and down with every greedy breath I take.

My feet now stationed at the caps of his shoulders, Damon doesn’t take his eyes off me.

Not paying attention to whatever was just knocked over or where the splash came from or going to.

Not looking at his beautiful cock shanking my tight pussy hole or the way my tits are bouncing like fans in a mosh pit for his touch.

Instead, he stares at my eyes, looking deep and letting this soft and sexy smirk cut the sides of lips. I can’t say it’s cocky or sinister, he doesn’t want to piss me off.

He looks happy. Pleased. Peaceful.

I can feel love from it. Feel passion and safety at the lining of his lips. I can feel him making love to me in the dirty and wild ways I love best.

Damon slows down, savoring this time with me.

This moment we have found in a grimy mechanic shop on a workbench as we bang each other’s brains out.

These are those moments that make the ending to life as you know it worth it in the end.

Worth the bad we face.

These are the moments that give you peace in a peaceless state.

Bringing you light in a dark time.

One of the memories you want to stay within and stop time.

One that, if there is a heaven, then you know this will be a part of it.

~How could it not?~

“Whose are you?” His voice has gravel in it to weigh it down and sink it deep into his tattooed chest.

“Yours, I’m yours.” My voice is light, weightless at his touch.

He has all of me. Not only in his hands but I am his. I will be his Luna, I am his woman, and I will always be.

I love Damon Heathcliff Henley.

I belong to him just as he is mine.

The next orgasm that crashes into me is so intense I can’t even voice it, giving Damon no warning, my silk walls squeeze the girth of his wide rod and don’t let him move.

His dark eyes close in pleasure just as mine, he can say all he wants that I’ll end up ripping his dick off but he loves it.

We both moan, making the shop fill with our cries of lovemaking.

His filthy hands massage my thighs and work me down from squeezing the life out of his cock.

My Kegel muscles release him, letting him have a solid four more pumps before he pulls out and shoots his hot pearly cum across my stomach and tits.

Roads of white mapped out on my skin, I lay back and let his swimmers travel the paths.

We really need to start keeping condoms stashed everywhere for us.

Damon groans, hissing with his own orgasm. I can feel him admire his handiwork cooling to my flesh.

“Goddamn it, Savannah. You’re going to be late for group.”

“Oh, how tragic.”