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With his free hand, he roughly reaches into my top and massages my tit. My inhaled breath lets him—and me—know that I approve of his rough handling. I feel him smile against my chin before he takes my nipple, twisting it between his fingers.
I continue to slide my hand up and down his cock through his pants. He’s so hard that he’s pressed against the fabric of his pants.
I can feel every vein of his cock. I feel my way to his cockhead and stroke it with my finger.
I hear the announcer yell our lobster’s name. Rocky is going up against Eric the Lobster. Even with that stupid name, it sounds like Eric is the favorite.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I say as I dip my hand into his pants to gain better access to his cock.
The crowd continues to cheer the lobsters, and by extension, us on, as well. As if my cunt wasn’t soaked enough, having a soundtrack of nothing, but cheering will really get the juices flowing.
He obliges, jamming his fingers in me, fucking me with them.
I begin rocking back and forth, loving the sensation of his fingers exploring every inch of my interior.
Soon, a keening noise rumbles up from me.
Brendon takes my chin in his hand and brings me in for a kiss. As he does, he starts furiously fucking me with his fingers.
It’s all I can do to grab onto him, so I don’t collapse as my legs turn to jelly.
If his mouth wasn’t covering mine, I would be screaming in ecstasy right now. Not that anyone would be able to pick out our sounds of desire over the din of the crowd.
Just when I feel like I can’t take anymore, that I’m going to explode, I hear the announcer declare Rocky the winner.
The crowd’s noise increases even more to the point where it feels like the floors, the walls, and especially my pussy are vibrating from the sound.
With the crowd cheering all around us, and Brendon’s furious fingering, I feel the waves wash over me.
I lean forward, so I can hang on to the column, as pleasure rips through me.
Brendon’s hands circle my waist to keep me from falling.
I wipe moisture from my brow and slowly let go of the pole, not sure if my legs can support me yet, or not.
I didn’t have to worry—Brendon had me safely in his arms the entire time.
I lean up against him, a satisfied smile on my lips that I don’t think is ever going away.
“Did we win?” I ask in a lazy, spent voice.
“I’ll say we won,” Brendon says, kissing me once more, “and then some.”
He squeezes my tit one last time, then covers it back up.
Once we’re both put back together, he pins me against the wall, kissing me so deep and thoroughly, that I’m tempted to start the process all over again.
“A cool fifty thousand is nice and all,” I say as he holds my hands over my head against the wall, “but what you just did is priceless.”
