I don't own Lizzie McGuire
The air was hot and wet. Gordo could feel streams of sweat dripping on his forehead. He tried to open his eyes but there was nothing to see. Everything was covered in fog. He lifted his head but he realized that he was tied on all fours, spread like a human sacrifice. He tasted the drips of sweat as it flowed to his mouth. Bitter. He also realized that he was naked and the more he struggled, the more the chains tighten around his hands and feet. He began to feel a little scared but he didn't want to panic. He helplessly tried freeing himself over and over; pushing and pulling, but there was nothing he could do. Gordo stopped moving when he suddenly sensed something move. It was coming closer. His heart was pounding.
Closer.
He attempted to scream but only hot breath came out of his mouth.
Closer.
He felt something touch his feet. Fine strands of soft material hovered on it. He felt scared but he also felt tickly and somewhat aroused. It started going upwards, and as it closed in on his legs, he figured it was a head, with smooth and wet face. He was surprised himself when his fears suddenly vanished and replaced by an irresistibly teasing carnal craving. His virgin cock was awake now, all six and a half inches of throbbing meat, erect like a soldier that's ready for battle. He was already cringing when she stopped, and felt a little disappointed. Almost a grueling minute passed when he felt a drop of hot, sticky liquid dropped into his penis. It touched just the underside of his bulbous head and that was enough for him to feel electricity flow all over his body. A hand, a right one, gently stroked it.
Up and down, up and down.
He was moaning now but still he could hear nothing.
Up and down, up and down.
Picking up speed and tightening its grip at the same time.
Up and down, up and down.
Faster.
Up and down, up and down.
Tighter.
As soon as he thought about exploding, the hand pulled down, exposing the extra-sensitive flesh below the head. A hot, wriggling piece of wet flesh subtly encircled around it. He moaned again. Then, he was caught off guard when his cock was forcefully enveloped by the piece of flesh' whole "arsenal". Again, up and down it went.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
TIGHTER.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.TWISTING.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
The awesome blowjob stopped and the most amazing mouth (as Gordo thought) pulled away. He knew what was coming and this is what he's waiting for. Gordo's secret fucker mounted on top of him, steadying herself for the slow thrust. Her opening was already wet but a little tight. They both waited for a while, adjusting their members to this lustful encounter. The heat was overwhelming. Gordo was practically swimming in sweat when he felt the girl slowly rocking him, he relaxed for a moment. She's good, he thought, very good. And again…Up and down it went.
Twisting.
Up and down, up and down.
Faster.
FASTER.
UP AND DOWN.
Gordo went with the flow. Ramming upwards when she came down, Bucking downwards when she pulled up. That was enough to heighten the intensity.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
HARDER.
He could hear the wet sounds of his tight balls slapping against her ass.
His cock was soaking with sweat and her love juice. Trusting. RAMMING. FUCKING.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
He could feel it. He could feel it now. Boiling down inside. He waited seventeen years of his young life for this moment.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
HARDER.
He's body's stiffening, his hand in a claw and his feet stretched apart.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
HARDER.
COMING…
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN.
FASTER.
HARDER.
And…
The clock alarmed. Six thirty, it said.
Gordo bolted upright then looked at the clock. "A dream," he said, obviously vexed.
The only similarity between his hot dream and reality was that his bed was soaked in sweat.
UP AND DOWN, UP AND DOWN. The awesome blowjob stopped and the most amazing mouth (as Gordo thought) pulled away. He knew what was coming and this is what he's waiting for. Gordo's secret fucker mounted on top of him, steadying herself for the slow thrust. Her opening was already wet but a little tight. They both waited for a while, adjusting their members to this lustful encounter. The heat was overwhelming. Gordo was practically swimming in sweat when he felt the girl slowly rocking him, he relaxed for a moment. She's good, he thought, very good. And again…