clutches, as though afraid of the wanton fury she might unleash in him. Montana didn't seem the least troubled by such an occurrence. She proceeded to turn up the heat, one degree at a time.
Up and down she kneaded his tall-standing shaft, traveling his vast length. His bulbous head rested above her curled fingers, straining from her exertions. He was so rigid, and Montana wanted him completely stiff. She searched for his palpitations, combing every inch of his cock until they were blazingly apparent.
After a few minutes of her arousing massage, Rusty could no longer keep mute. He moaned in frustration, shutting his eyes and giving himself over to the fire she kindled. His chin rose and his fists clenched.
Montana did not wish to torment him. Unfastening herself from his ferociously beating cock, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Her large, ripe tits sprang forth in billowy profusion. She lifted those fleshy globes with both hands until the nipples pointed at him.
Rusty peered down at her, swallowing with difficulty. Those pink stubs were in close proximity. He braced himself for their scalding contact. Montana furnished ample stimulation, causing his dick to persist upright on its own. He watched those swollen nuggets reach for his elongated shaft, then gulped as they seared him.
'Jesus,' he groaned at their charged impact.
Montana sobbed, too. Rusty's hard-on was piping hot. Feeling solid male flesh with her skin afforded her a magnificent assault. Without thinking beyond her individual pleasure, she separated those velvety mounds and surrounded his pulsating cock. Using her hands, she smothered him with her big tits.
Rusty's meter flew to the extreme side of the scale. Montana sheltered him with those giant knockers of hers, then effected a hypnotic rub. He watched, then felt, that silky skin move around his throbbing member. He bit his bottom lip and fought off the urge to instantly cum. His dick was tugged so sweetly, he could barely resist the impulse. Solely because Rusty had mastered his desire, he did not instantaneously erupt. Below the surface of his carefully checked stimulus, his lust threatened to boil over. He quivered in her succulent embrace, stretching the limitations of his discipline like never before.
Rusty had occasionally fucked a pair of tits, but never of the variety that currently wrapped him; Montana's were exceptional-they defied description. He choked back the urge to shoot inside the sizzling tent she formed. Averting his gaze from those enlarged nipples was another disturbing factor. He salivated over their inflamed appearance.
Montana was delirious as she caught, then dragged, his vibrating cock with her tits. Drops of perspiration materialized on her jutting globes, streaming into her cleavage. His slide into her bosomy fold was simplified through her salty lubrication.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. It felt good, cushioning him. She seized, then pulled, the skin of his cock with each horny stroke. Her intent was to milk him, then have him splatter her with hot cum. She could scarcely wait until his manly fluid sprayed her. Judging from the weight of his balls, Rusty had stored up much of his excitement for this private audition.
She kept his cock buried between her tits, providing him blinding friction. His pupils bore a remote, glassy quality as though she had consigned him to another world. His breathing became ragged, his stomach muscles twitching. His manly oils mixed with her sweat to form a unique scent. She rushed him along, hungering for his flaming splash of jism.
'Come on, baby,' she murmured, steering him to that bursting point. His dick was ripe for eruption. 'It's okay. Yeah, it's okay. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Do it. Go ahead. Oh, yeah.'
Rusty couldn't regulate his heated whims. Under Montana's spell, he went temporarily insane. The urge to spew dominated his thoughts. Excited to that steep plane, he abided by his own rules. The spunk bubbled and churned in his balls, begging for release.
Unable to control himself, he yanked himself out of Montana's tent arrangement, grabbed the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth. His bloated crown no sooner sank between her lips when he exploded. Whether or not he stuck to Montana's original blueprint was irrelevant-he functioned solely on carnal precedence.
It didn't matter that Montana was a prospective employer, or that she had the power to enable him with a future; at that moment, she was a woman who drove him over the edge and who would serve a purpose in collecting his spent passion. She had tampered with his savage sexuality-she could pay the price.
'Arrrgghhhhh,' he howled, discharging himself in her face. Her mouth proved an efficient receptacle; Montana reflexively gulped his load. 'Arrggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah!' He jerked himself frantically between her lips, rotating her head with his iron-like fingers to snag every globule from his spurting cock.
Swallowing his torrent was not exactly Montana's aim, but she was impressed by his aggressive manner. Montana didn't always gracefully surrender the reigns, but Rusty was an exception. She admired his fierce, masculine style. Not many challenged her authority, but he had. It was always those last, heart-pounding moments before impending climax that Montana valued; observing how one's behavior changed-getting more aggressive or more passive-prompted her interest. Rusty's latch on the back of her head brooked no defiance; he needed for her to drink his hot, creamy excitement. For raising his lust, she had no choice but to eat what he pumped into her mouth. His gall thrilled her.
At first, she didn't make it easy for him. Montana tried jerking away, but Rusty wrenched her head and stabbed into her astonished mouth. He fucked her face for several spasming moments before easing his grip.
Men of Rusty's variety simply didn't happen along with much consistency. The conglomeration of shyness, sheer power and blatant innocence- supplemented by rugged looks and 'killer' equipment-amazed her.
The fact Rusty preferred having his cum swallowed rather than showering her tits made a favorable impression. His pleasure was heightened by the knowledge of her absorbing his jism.
Montana pumped his shaft with her lips, then sucked its creamy remnants from the traumatized slit. Mmmmmmmmm. Rusty had a rich, satisfying flavor. She rinsed the insides of her cheeks with its dense consistency before downing the last of it.
Eventually, she detached her lips and marveled at his still-erect cock. He may have entirely emptied himself, but orgasm didn't appear to make a single dent in his size. Swollen to delicious capacity, he was prepared to further serve her. The young man, if nothing else, possessed durability.
Rusty's test progressed on automatic pilot. Montana yearned to see how effectively he operated after that first, awkward spasm. Her wet pussy ached to kiss that huge cock.
Rusty was completely in his element. The dewy-eyed look he received from Montana reassured that he was on the right track. The way her body stretched along the sofa, her slinky legs opening, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, framing her sensual eyes and lips beckoning him-all contributed to his newfound cockiness.
He slipped a hand under her skirt to find damp panties. Montana twisted from frustration as he smoothed over that wet, fragrant area. His large, club-like thumb accounted for a major section, tracing the drenched material with engrossment.
Montana shivered, enjoying his pleasurable exploration. It had been months since she'd been fucked-it would feel so good to have a stiff cock inside her.
Montana was smart to have worn underwear with snaps, if only to facilitate speedy penetration. Although she'd had no idea she would have sex before the day ended, that type of lingerie made her feel sexy. An inspired mood boosted her creativity.
Rusty unhooked the snaps, one per excruciating second, until her sodden ringlets were in evidence. Panting resulted. If he hadn't just shot his load, he was afraid he would have at that very second. Discovering her saturated mound would have abruptly consummated his pounding excitement. He prudently avoided direct, prolonged contact with that area, if only to seal off that hot, jittery feeling.
Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air that had gotten trapped in his lungs, Rusty climbed onto her appealing body, then settled over it. His enlarged cock heatedly rested over her velvety stomach.
Montana's large, exposed tits became his next focal point. They still protruded from her open top, the nipples blatantly erect. He stared at her rosy and tall nub, then flicked it playfully with his tongue.
'Ohhhhhhhhhhh,' Montana sobbed, threading her fingers into his dark hair and drew his head securely down.
She arched back when his lips seized her pronounced nugget. Resplendent joy radiated from her tit as Rusty hungrily nursed it. His limber tip worked in concert with his puckering mouth. He sucked on her until her chin went high and her breath came up short.
Montana rotated her nipples, switching to the next for his anxious purchase. Rusty hungrily gathered it, then
