Dropping Her Mask 6


She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of the head of a cock inside her. She hadn’t had sex since dumping her exboyfriend months ago and hadn’t realized how much she missed it.

“Good. I’m glad.” She lowered herself more and he moaned as his dick slid deeper inside her.

“Fuck, Amanda.” He leaned in to kiss her but she leaned back, preventing his lips from touching hers but still keeping his cock enveloped by her pussy.

“Zinda.” She corrected him.

If he thought about it, it might have been weird to call her by a fictional character’s alias, but he wasn’t thinking. He simply wanted to fuck the gorgeous woman his dick was currently inside.

“Zinda!” He said, thrusting upwards. She moaned and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in to kiss her.

The two made out for a few moments, but the awkward position wasn’t easy to maintain, so they quickly made their way to his bed.

He laid her down and climbed on top of her, and began fucking but immediately something felt off to Amanda. She quickly realized what it was, when they switched to the bed, he had directed her to lie down, and Amanda had unconsciously let him take the lead. But she didn’t want Mitch to have sex Amanda, she wanted Lady Blackhawk to fuck Mitch.

She pushed him off of her and guided him onto his back. She climbed on top of him, placing a boot firmly down on either side of his waist and squatted down over him. When his cock lined up with her pussy, she picked up her hat, which had fallen off when she laid down and put it back on.

She reached down and took hold off his dick. “Definitely like this joystick, but let’s take this baby for a proper ride, shall we?” She said as she lowered her pussy onto his cock.

She began to lift herself up and down his length, pressing her hands on his chest for support as she controlled the pace. Mitch lifted his head so he could watch as her frilled skirt bounced, alternatingly revealing and hiding her glorious pussy as she rode him.

“Oh God.” He moaned quietly. The dorm room walls weren’t soundproof and he didn’t want his neighbors to hear him. Amanda was the same way. Sex was a private event between two people, and she had always kept it that way.

Zinda however, was super confident and didn’t give a shit what others thought. She was there to have an orgasm, and she didn’t care who knew it.

“Fuck yes Mitch. That’s good dick.” She moaned, as she shifted positions. She was still riding him, but her arms were now back behind her, supporting her upper body as she leaned back. Mitch took hold of her waist, lifting her skirt up and holding it against her so he had a consistent view of her pussy as he thrust upwards and her body slammed down.

“Jesus fuck. Mitch, this is SUCH. GOOD. DICK!” She screamed.

“A…Zinda, I’m close.” Mitch warned her.

“No, you’re not.” She told him. She lifted herself off his cock. She wasn’t ready to be done. The sudden lack of sensation disappointed Mitch, though it meant he was no longer in danger of cumming. He watched as “Lady Blackhawk” scooted up towards his face.

“What are…” Mitch tried to ask a question but was unable to complete it as Amanda pressed her pussy against his mouth. She sat upright, straddling his face, letting her short skirt fall down so it covered his head.

“I’m sorry, were you trying to say something Mitch?” She teased. Mitch hesitated. He had gone down on a girl before, but never after his cock had been inside her. Had he the time to think, he might have objected. As it was, however, he didn’t have time.

“Lick.” She told him. He obeyed, licking her labia. She was soaking wet, and the mix of her taste and his lingering musk not unpleasant.

Amanda shuddered in pleasure. She had been eaten out before, but always while laying down. Being on top, actually verbalizing her desires was something she had never done before. It added a level of enjoyment she hadn’t realized possible. So she leaned into it, telling him, “Hmmm, that’s a good boy. Use that mouth.”

Mitch couldn’t believe what was happening, 10 minutes earlier he had been watching Netflix with no plans for the day, and now he was acting like a sex toy to a gorgeous woman dressed up like a comic book character. She wasn’t even touching his cock at the moment and he felt amazing.

Amanda lifted the front of her skirt so she could see Mitch. She looked down between her legs, his eyes squinting having to adjust to the sudden change in light. “You need to make me cum, Okay?” She told him. “If you make me cum now, I’ll fuck you with my tight little pussy again till you explode. But you have to make me cum. Right. Now.”

 

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