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*** Someday you'll be mine, Molly Qerim - Part 3 ***
Molly has quickly changed into a T-shirt two sizes too big, skin-tight yoga pants, and trainers. Nothing else... no bra, no panties... I see her big boobs swinging softly under her shirt, and her cunt slit evident through her flimsy pants. A "camel toe", as I learned on the internet doing my... ehm... "research".
"Let's go, stud!" she says taking my hand while she pulls a New York Yankees cap on her head and puts on a large pair of dark glasses. Difficult to recognize the "First Take" star under these inconspicuous dresses. "And stop gaping at me, you might catch a fly!" she adds, laughing heartily.
"Difficult, with so much beauty in front of me, even if disguised". I answer as my blood splits equally between my face and my cock. Fuck, this woman makes me constantly hard!
We quickly get into the ESPN service limo and the usual M.I.B. cute driver leaves Pier 17 and slips elegantly into the city traffic. For a short while, though...
"Ms. Qerim, I'm sorry but something is wrong with the car, we have to stop immediately!" says the cutie, looking disconsolately at a red light blinking on the dashboard and pulling on the side.
"What do you mean we have to stop?" Molly's voice is worried. "Brian and I have to get home, honey. You surely can't expect we walk all the way down to the West Village! And by contact I have been forbidden to take city taxi!"
The top-model-looking driver flushes and stammers nonsense about the car's ECU, and roadside assistance, warranty, and crap like that. "We can't move another inch, Madam!" He concludes almost in tears.
"Ehmm, Molly, that is... Ms. Qerim... we can take the subway from here... in less than half an hour we will be home without problems, I do it every day." I'm almost sorry to help the cutie out of his crap, but I can't wait to get home with my Molly and see what she had planned for us. "Anyway, no one will recognize you dressed like this... and without make-up..."
For a moment Molly looks almost offended by my rude comment. Then, with a mischievous smile she says "All right, my young knight in a shining armor. Let's take the subway and go home, we have things to do..."
My cock reacts with a phenomenal erection, from (almost) soft to super extra hard in five seconds flat! Molly notices this and smiles, winking. I can't get any harder, but if I could...
We get out of the car and walk towards the subway station. As expected, no one pays attention to a hottie in comfortable clothes, accompanied by a tall, lanky 15-year-old boy who could be her son. Yeah, this is New York, where everyone minds their own business as long as no one interferes with what concerns them.
We get on the first train that passes in the direction of the West Village, strangely the car is deserted. Molly looks around carefully and, after making sure we're alone, she squeezes my cock through my pants and rests her shapely breasts on my arms.
"Kiss me, stud. Make me feel your bitch..." she says continuing to massage my very hard cock. "Stroke my breasts, squeeze them between your virgin teenager hands... feel how soft they are, kiddo"
She is shorter than me, so I lean forward slightly and we start French kissing. While I hold on to the handrail with one hand, the other slips under the shirt and begins to caress her bare breasts. They are so full, so soft... I have no experience, I can't compare to anything else but... FUCK! I love `em tits! And her nipples are so very erect and hard. I pinch on them and Molly softly moans in my ear.
I'm about to cum when Molly stops. "I have something in mind..." she says with a lustful expression. She shows me a seat at the back of the car. "Sit down there and let this fucking masterpiece of a cock out"
"What? but.. but we are in the sub, Molly... what if someone sees us??" I say stammering as my legs autonomously carry me towards the back of the car.
"Except we're alone... Trust me, my young stud!"
I see her reach into her yoga pants and fumble for a few seconds, then I hear a RIIIIIIIPPPP and realize that Molly must have unstitched part of her pants. Interesting!
Very nervously I sit down where Molly pointed and whip out my hard cock, wet with shiny pre. Molly quickly comes over and sits on my thighs. She then grabs my cock and bends it slightly forward as she simultaneously slides backwards. I feel her fumbling a little with my cock and wagging her ass until... WOW! I feel my cock head slide into her pussy, warm and wet. Actually no, not wet, dripping wet. So wet I imagine my cock drowning in pussy juices! LOL!
Molly pushes hard back, leaning against my body, until my entire cock is deeply inserted into the furnace of her scalding pussy. All 9+ inches of throbbing teenager meat. Instinct takes over and I feel the urgency of pushing all I have deeper and deeper into Molly.
"Mhhhh... fuck yes... what a big fucking cock you have, kiddo... it fills me up to the womb... ahhhhhh... shiiittt!".
Molly starts rolling her hips, pressing her firm ass against my pubic bone, swallowing every inch of my hard cock and massaging it with her pussy' inner muscles.
At the second stop, about ten people get on, but that doesn't stop Molly. The over-sized shirt covers it all, no one can see the leading ESPN TV star impaled on 9+ inches of teenage dick.
Now Molly's movements are imperceptible, but her inner muscles are milking my cock. I don't know how she does it, it seems to me that instead of a pussy she has a warm, wet hand that slowly wanks me off.
Other people get on, some get out. No one looks our way and I keep slowly fucking Molly, my Molly. Or rather, she fucks me with her hot pussy.
"M... Molly, I... uhmm... I'm going to... mhhh... I can't take it much longer..." I whisper in her ear.
Without interrupting the movement of her pelvis, she turns towards me, brushes my lips with a chaste kiss and replies in a low voice "Come, come inside my pussy, stud... fill me to the brim with hot teenage sperm... Come on, Brian... shoot... shoot now!"
I feel Molly shiver slightly as she lets out a soft moan and her cunt spasms around my cock. I relax and let my warm cum invade her wet pussy. Six, seven, eight shots of warm sperm fill her to the brim. Some cum slowly descend along my hard rod and pools in my pubes.
Molly leans forward slightly, just enough for me to pull out and push my still hard, wet cock down my pants. Then, as if nothing had happened, she gets up, adjusts her shirt and, together, we head towards the doors. I can't miss my cum slowly running down her legs, a few drops even dripping on the floor straight out of her pussy. I nervously look around, but no one else seems to notice. Or to give the slightest fuck...
Next stop we must get out and I can't wait to get home with Molly.
My Molly!
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