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Authors: Veronica Cox,Cox Bundles

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Short Stories & Anthologies, #Short Stories, #Romance, #Multicultural, #Single Authors, #Multicultural & Interracial

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Lionel quickly reverted back to his scared mindset, eying the crowd for anyone noticing what was going on. No one was paying attention to the two of them so he didn’t mind Dorothy continuing doing what she was doing.

 

Before Lionel could protest, Dorothy pull out his dick out through his zipper whole and backed up into him. She put her skirt over his cock and stood on her tippy toes.

 

Dorothy guided Lionel’s rock hard cock right into his pussy. After a long time getting used to it, she sank all the way down onto it, leaving only his nuts hanging out. He was in there like swimwear.

 

Lionel damn near busted his second nut right there on the spot. He was so nervous from having his dick deep inside this pretty young woman’s pussy, all while being surrounded by all these people. For a moment he froze, eyes bulging, looking around for any sign of someone knowing what was going on. When no one gave him a second glance, he knew he was going to get away with it.

 

Fuck it Lionel though, not caring what anyone thought. For the first time in years he had gained an ounce of courage to live a little.

 

Lionel started working his cock in and out of Dorothy. She had her back arched heavily with her arms around his neck. Her feet were now standing on top of Lionel’s for better leverage.

 

Dorothy’s pussy was leaking juices as Lionel pounded away at her juice box. He could only move his hips a bit without thinking he was causing a scene.

 

Dorothy started moaning, inaudible over the crowd. She started getting really into it, putting her hands on her knees and impaling herself onto Lionel’s cock.

 

People in the crowd began to notice what the pair was up to. One man took out his cell phone and started recording them. This turned Dorothy on even more. Lionel didn’t notice the man was filming them so he continued plowing away at her sweet pussy.

 

Dorothy could feel a strong orgasm building up, and began to really slam into Lionel. When she couldn’t handle it anymore she let out a loud scream which alerted people closest to them. Many of the people yelled, many more of them cheered the pair on.

 

Lionel opened his eyes to see what see what was going on around him after he heard the loud gasp over the music. He noticed that all eyes were on them all of sudden, and something changed inside of him. No longer fearing what others thought, he embraced the attention.

 

He started pumping her without regard for everyone else in the surrounding area. Feeling her juices flowing down his balls and covering his legs provided more than enough lubrication. Lionel pushed Dorothy’s body over and had her full doggystyle, in front of everyone in the crowd.

 

Dorothy started to gyrate her ass on Lionel’s dick, working him while everyone watched. More cell phones came out filming, bouncing between the stage and the couple doing their deed.

 

Lionel started to feel an urge to come, so he raised his head to the sky and let out a mighty roar, veins bulging in his neck. He grabbed Dorothy by the hips and pulled her into him, mashing he mushroom tip into her internals. He started coming right into her, unleashing his emotions deep inside. All his years of being cowardly, scared and nervous were poured into her in the form of a cumshot.

 

Dorothy collapsed on the ground while Lionel continued shooting ropes. His nuts were being emptied all over her, pooling on her lower back dimples and ass crack. Lionel’s nuts grew three times smaller that evening physically, but three times larger in courage.

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