She started to protest again but I took off her mask and kissed her before she could get the words out.
My dick was hard as an iron rod and I pressed against the cleft between her legs, reaching for one of her legs and lifting it off the ground to give me better access to her pussy.
I sank more fully against her with a groan as my tongue tangled with hers, gratified when she gave up fighting it and wrapped her arms around my neck.
The fabric of her leggings was so thin I felt the heat of her pussy on my cock even through my jeans, and I rubbed my dick against her while I devoured her mouth with mine.
She gasped when I pulled away and I lifted up her shirt and bent my head to suck her hard nipple, my cock on fire for her.
She moaned as I sucked on her tit, tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling my face more tightly against her flesh, which I definitely wasn’t complaining about because there wasn’t much that was better than being surrounded by Cassie’s glorious tits,except maybe being buried inside her pussy, which I intended to check off my Halloween bucket list ASAP.
I slid my free hand into her leggings and found her pussy soaked, which only made me harder.
“Someone’s got a haunted house kink,” I murmured against her tit.
She laughed. “Not one I knew about before tonight.”
Outside the closet, the spooky music continued to play, and I had to admit that knowing Hawk and Jagger would be wondering where we were made me a little extra turned on.
Sucks to be you, losers.
I forced myself not to penetrate her with my fingers. I wanted her hungry for me.
Instead I played with her clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on the tight little bud while I sucked on her tit.
“Vigo…”
She moved her hips, reaching for her orgasm.
“I think my little mouse wants to come,” I murmured. “We need to get these leggings off you.”
“No way,” she gasped, riding my hand. “I’m not risking being bare-assed if someone finds us.”
“No problem. I can work with this.”
She squealed when I yanked down her pants and underwear and spun her to face the closet wall.
I leaned over her from behind, rubbing the head of my dick between the folds of her slippery pussy.
“Put your hands on the fucking wall, mouse.”
She did, then pushed back against me with her ass. “Please…”
And I had to say, I was going to have to drive into her stat because she wasn’t the only one who wanted to come.
I moved her hair to kiss her neck. “Are you begging me to fuck you in a haunted house, mouse?”
“Yes!”
I guided my dick to her entrance. “Let the record show that you’re asking me to fuck you in the haunted house.”
She cried out when I drove into her.
I looked down at our joined bodies, barely able to see my dick disappearing between her thighs, her ass ripe and fleshy.
“Fuck, yes. Look at this perfect ass.”
I dragged out of her, then put my own hands on the wall over hers so that my body was stretched out over her from behind.
