Inside Me On The Big Wheel : Brat Internals 16 (Alpha Male Erotica Age Gap Erotica Breeding Erotica XXX Erotica): Brat Internals, #16

By Tori Westwood

As nineteenth birthday presents go, this one was a little out of the ordinary!  My boss had taken me away for the weekend to Las Vegas and as an added treat he’d bought me a VIP booth on the huge Ferris Wheel that overlooks the strip.

On the way round it we start doing a strip of our own and before long he’s thrusting himself through my wetness.  I’m so desperate for him to finish inside me - is that a mistake?  Read how he fills me, far above the shining lights of Vegas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Nov 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386071853

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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Each time his hands wandered upwards they grew closer and closer to my forbidden flesh.  I trembled with desire, letting the sensation mount and build inside me.  When he finally made contact I let out a sighing, gasp of arousal.

Your pussy looks so good, he said finally, breaking the silence.

He looked up into my eyes and I flashed a smile, raising an eyebrow as I did so.

Good enough to taste? I asked.

Mr. Anderson didn’t answer verbally, but he did answer with his mouth.  He moved his face forwards into me and before I even felt his warm breath, his tongue was swooping up my groove in one huge lick.

My eyes closed in an instant and I let out a cry as the cart started to move around again.  As we span it hammered home that sinful thought.  We were above a slew of people, all of which we could see, and yet none of them had any idea of the debauchery that was occurring right above them.

I focused on the myriad sensations in my crotch now as he started to dine on me.  His tongue cruised up and down my folds, parting them with his flat tongue before pointing it and stabbing it a little way into my honey pot.

He tasted my juices and made groans of approval that accompanied my shrill cries, massaging my clit until it stiffened and I yearned to be filled.

As much as I wanted him inside me I also didn’t want this moment to stop.  Mr. Anderson had forty plus years of experience that he was doling out on my pussy and it felt fucking incredible.  I’d never been eaten like that before.  He seemed to possess a prowess that told me he was well practiced.

I started to squeeze at my breasts as the sensation mounted and before long I was writhing in the seat, pushing my crotch out towards him and grinding on those masterful lips of his.

He massaged me over and over with his tongue, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm by the second.  Soon he was probing a