The Story Of A Story

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell 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 their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

Falling forward, Tom pressed his lips against Booker’s open mouth and kissed him passionately. Removing his finger, Booker wrapped his arms around Tom’s narrow body and pulling him close, they thrust their bodies together as they continued to shudder out their release. Seconds passed, and when they were both finally spent, Tom slowed the kiss and sitting up, he trailed a finger over the seminal fluid covering Booker’s chest. “Wow,” he grinned.

Once he was slicked up he used his lubed hand to rub the rim of her anus.

Jada was now moving rapidly onto his mouth. Her orgasm was right there upon her. She called out his name over and over. As she did that she propelled into a forceful climax. She said his name brokenly as she let go. Jada then leans forward and then falls over to the side of the

Bailey knew that teasing Calahan the way that she was would send him over the edge. Teasing was something that Bailey was a master at including when it came to making him want her. After all the fights and all the tension between them everything felt like it was back to the way it had been. Bailey had missed days likes this where they would both just tease each other and then fuck for hours. Pressing her lips to his she bit down on his lip harder than before tugging. “I'd disagree, but then that would be a lie. I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?” Bailey spoke linking her hand together with his as he did the same. Parting her lips she felt him press his cock against her rubbing her clit and up and down her pussy as she whimpered. Her body ached even more for him to be inside of her, for him to make her scream his name like he had done hours earlier.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

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.

Her tongue went directly to Kathy’s clit and began darting around until it was stiff. Amber started sucking her clit gently, then inserted a finger, all Kathy could hear was her juices sloshing as the finger probed in and out.

He complied, moving his hands up to her shoulders, gripping them, he rammed in and out of her harder than he ever had, but worried he might hurt her. Yet as he felt her orgasm grip him and Joan screamed out his name as she’d never done before, he figured it couldn’t be so bad. With a few more deep thrusts, he found his own release.

Nyame tried to stay still, just barely halting herself from grinding against him like she wanted. But his denial, those words stroked her pussy to a building pitch that was making her want to disobey. Her hips were wiggling when she felt the sting of his slap and there was a sharp cry out before she smothered her groan in the sheets.

Her body smashing against his, and their skin slapping together, as she slammed her hips down tome and time again, Richard couldn't hold on for long. Eyes still locked on Lexi's face, he saw her mouth open in a silent scream, and simultaneious he reached his release. Nails digging into her skin, he reached up, and tangled his fingers in her hair and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Crying out as his body thrashed and writhed, he shot his load inside her, and pullled Lexi's body down so that her breasts mashed against his chest, and kissed her as her pussy milked the remaining seed for his cock.

Foggy loved the feel of Matt's fingers running though his hair while his lips were pushed against Matt's. Chills made their way up Foggy's back, he grinded against Matt out of desperation. Quick, loud moans escaped his mouth while they both pulled away for air, in seconds they were crashing their lips together again. Matt's hands never stayed still, they were all over Foggy's body; his arms, his hips, his thighs, everywhere. Matt pushed Foggy against the nearest wall and cupped his hands around Foggy's butt, which was only covered by his thin boxers. Matt sucked away at Foggy's neck, he loved the sounds that Foggy made when Matt kissed that one spot.

The girl was a leggy brunette with large breasts and perky nipples. Her thighs caged Light's as she arched her back and picked up her speed, bouncing up and down as if her life depended on the cock sliding in and out of her body. With his eyes closed, Light rested a palm against her skin and began to caress a sensual path from her creamy, white buttock to her clit.

Elena placed the flute back on the glass coffee table and stood up, running her fingers through her hair. One by one, she hooked her thumb under the thin straps of her silk dress and lowered them down her shoulders, letting her plunging cleavage come into view from beneath her lacy black bra. She slipped her arms out of the straps and lowered the top of her dress, to waist level, giving him a glimpse of her thin waist, as well. Stripping was easily her favorite part of any date; it was after the strained conversation, and just before the men got rough, or made her endure some ridiculously