Short Story

It trailed, followed by his kisses and licks, over her chest, then between the valley of her breasts. He allowed it to sit there, melting further, and cupped a firm breast in his palm. His mouth, cold from water, followed, and he ran it over Elena's breasts, moaning against them and taken first one, then the other into his mouth. He lifted his gaze to lock on her face, and wrapped his lips around an erect nipple, blowing hot hair against it then flicking and licking with his tongue, before he moved onto the other.

He ghosted his lips down your centre at a slow, extricating pace. You felt his breath on you, making your chest heave and you craving for him increased. Bucky spread your legs, grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer to his face. With his right hand, he began stroking you, softly with his knuckles. You wanted more. Your hips moved and Bucky took that as his cue to remove your last garment of clothing. Hooking his fingers underneath the lace, he pulled the panties off, discarding them along with the bra.

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

“Oh well… that’s a rather long story that I rather tell you when we are in my apartment. Okay?” Logan looked at her, smiling a gorgeous smile. Lexi felt her knees get weak. Oh my god, he just got more gorgeous. How is that possible? Lexi could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter. Her face was getting red. She just wanted to push him up against the wall, wrap her legs around him, press her lips to his, and show him the time of his

Pinching a rosy pink nipple between his fingers and twisting, Adam cracked his palm hard enough against her butt cheek to leave an imprint on the taut flesh. "My teenage slut. Can never get enough, can you, not even after last night. Should I stop Sophie, or do want me to screw you like the dirty whore you truly are?" The man smirked, "If that's what you want, then beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need a cock shoved in your tight, little cunt." With his challenge hanging in the air, Levine's head dropped again, and his mouth, lips and tongue went to work on her clit, to urge her on

When her lips once again wrapped around his head, it drove the man over the edge. Bucking off the tiles, he groaned and hooked his fingers in her hair, tearing at her tresses as the couple looked on, holding her head down as he exploded into her hot warm mouth. His body shuddering and his breath ragged, Levine didn't release his grip in her hair, or the palm on her head, allowing her to pop his shaft from between her lips after he was sure she'd swallowed every last drop. "Holy fuck, Soph." Throwing a glance up at the couple, and even from that distance able to see the gleam of white teeth from the man's smile, he started at the teen with mouth open, and softening cock bobbing in the air. Needing a refractory period before he fucked Sophie into oblivion, Adam finally caught his breath and smiled as he collected the champagne bottle. "Damn, you are on hot little fucking slut, you think the mans up there jerking off over you? He replied, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, and tipped the bottle so that the liquid flowed into Sophie's mouth, filling it like had just with his seed, and dribbled out to run down her tits.

Bass threaded his hands through her hair as he licked her lips. “Always,” he answered, rolling them over. Pulling a leg up over his hip, Bass thrust up inside her, causing Charlie to cry out as she arched her back, offering up her breasts to his mouth. Bass swirled his tongue around her pink, pebbled nipples before tugging gently at them with his teeth. Shifting, he settled more squarely between her thighs, grabbing hold of her knees pushing them

As much as Richard's had not remained celibate between the years lost with Lexi, he'd known intuitively that she would have also have had other suitors and lovers. However that fact, let alone of the details of Lexi's experiences with other men, how many and who, was a matter that the Hacker had long attempted to push the back of his mind to stave off jealousy, or provide him a reason not to have mustered up the courage to attempt to reunite with her. Rejection, he could have dealt with, but not the humiliation of being forgotten, or passed over for another,.

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

After they finished her Blaeberry and Sloe berry crumble, she surprised him while he placed the dishes in the sink. He felt the warmth of her body as she placed her arms around him from behind. She lowered her hands to the huge bulge he sported at the front of his pants,

Catherine smiled at her reflection and picked up her brush. She slowly began to comb her hair and simply enjoying her new seat. The heat that coursed through his body warmed her backside. She softly rocked her hips, enjoying the feel of her wet sex brushing against his body. Catherine could feel him shivering, but had no intention of easing up on him now.

Perceval wanted to ask Joan what she was talking about, but the answer became obvious when she pulled the ribbons at the top of her wet shift and lowered the garment to her shoulders, exposing high, firm breasts. They weren’t huge, but damn they were round and exquisite. His cock stood even further at attention, and he yearned to touch them, to kiss the smooth flesh, but he did nothing more than pant a strangled, “Ah…”

really like how that cute rear felt on her girlcock, she kept rubbing on both Felicia's cheeks, even slapping them at times. She wanted Felicia to have that fucked stupid face when it was all said and done. Celes just picked up the pace, she took extra enjoyment knowing her clothes were mostly still on! She grabs on Felicia's breast during the series of thrust, giving her boobs a slight squeeze. Her body hits into Felicia with every thrust. Celes stops for a second. ''I bet you're sweating again'' She stares at Felicia's rear the entire time, loving seeing it move with each thrust. She gave Felicia twenty more thrust and even shakes her a bit during the

Instead of retreating, she moved closer until their legs touched and only the gown separated them. She slid a hand to his face and pressed a trail of breathy kisses along the edge of his jaw. Her golden hair fell in disarray off one shoulder, exposing her tanned neck. His breath caught, and he found her earlobe, kissing and teasing, lowering his lips little by little to the pulsing in her throat.

If Lexi actually knew what had happened to the teenager at the hands of her father, Karl, and his men she would have felt sicker than she already did. What she’d been forced to endure at the hands of a man under her father’s employ filled her with shame and self-loathing, but it was nothing in comparison to what young Sophia Scott endured for some quick cash. It was certainly better that Richard didn’t give her all of the lewd details of the debauched scene, and simply let her continue in blissful ignorance that her father was a lecher