Interrupted by several loud voices from the approaching elevator, we pulled apart and hurried up the stairs to get out of sight, clutching clothes in our arms. Shivering from the excitement of breaking numerous cultural taboos, her skin glowed with radiance in the slight moonlight as the people drunkenly went down the long hall to their apartment. She bent over in front me, placing her clothes on the floor, and providing me the opportunity to place my dick directly in her pussy. The entrance was wet but tight, causing her to stiffen slightly, so I swung my hand around to stabilize her mid-section before sliding down to her clitoris. It puffed out a little, enthusiastically responding to the rhythmic attention of my eager fingers. I felt her nails, newly manicured, curl down my chest, as the core of her body relaxed. My cock slid in effortlessly as she gushed cum on my now churning fingers. We fucked slowly at first, enjoying each thrust, but the pace quickened as she started climaxing. She spasmed and clenched before caving into the deep enormity of the orgasm, knees buckling just a bit as my dick became depended on for stability.
Panting, she righted herself, still impaled, and leaned over her shoulder to wrap her arms around me. As we stood slowly churning our hips, our tongues explored each other's exposed skin, kissing cheeks, ears, nipples, necks, and chests with equal passion. The position wasn't ideal, it was hard to reach around each other while I was embedded inside her, so I gently pushed her away with some deep thrusts of my slightly softening cock. She moaned, I regained complete hardness, and then we connected for some thigh-shaking modified doggy-style.
With her hands on the flight of stairs going up, the angle was much easier to control, so she could work my angle of penetration to her maximum satisfaction, which also seemed to be my maximum penetration. After several minutes of raw sex, where we were each lost to our own frenzy of endorphins, I leaned in too deeply against her back, our sweaty bodies momentarily sticking together. Misinterpretation being the apparent mother of invention, she then began to slowly cat-crawl up the stairs, me pounding away on every step in order to keep up. Her pussy was like a hurricane, soaked completely wet and churning at all angles as we fucked our way up the flight of stairs. Twice I paused to grab the railing, and once I popped out entirely, but slide right back in to an encouraging grunt. Obviously close to blowing my load, thankfully delayed due to drunkenness and the unbelievability of the whole situation, I took a much needed break at the top of the stairs, dropping to my knees to pleasure her pussy even more. She wisely lifted a leg up on the railing to provide my marauding tongue better access to the epicenter of the now-dripping mess between her legs. My beard was instantly soaked, though I hardly thought of the repercussions of taking a reeky crotch-face home to my wife, instead burying my self completely between the legs of this horny stranger, whose name nor address I would ever learn. She gasped, clearly long since overwhelmed by the speed and impact of her own bodily reactions, collapsing the upper half of her body onto my head, massaging my body roughly in an attempt to distract herself from what would be her final quaking orgasm.
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