1. Best Wife Ever: 12 Days of Christmas


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Wife, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    cunt?” I couldn’t believe her words or her using the word cunt again. Her moans were increasing and I responded, “I would shove my cock in Jenna’s mouth and get it nice and hard.” “Hmmm,” she moaned, “and then?” Realizing she was getting turned on by my dirty talk, I continued, “When I would have both you sluts on your knees, your tight asses high up for me, and I would go back and forth fucking each of your whore cunts.” Her moans continued as I got more detailed, “I would do five quick strokes in you and then five in your best friend. I would do three more in you and three in your wet friend. I would slap your ass while I buried my cock deep in your blonde friend and repay the favour when I buried my cock deep in your wet cunt.” “Oh god, baby, keep talking, I’m close,” she moaned. Deciding she wanted to be dominated verbally, I said, “I would then throw Jenna onto her back, spread her legs wide and shove my cock in her. While I fucked her, I would order you to straddle her and lower your soaking wet cunt on her pretty face and pull your hair leading you to her clit. You would suck on her clit while your husband’s cock filled her cunt so completely.” “Oh god yes, baby, that is so fucking hot,” she moaned. Knowing she was close, I went for the kill, “I would keep drilling her, until I could no longer hold it and I would pull out and shoot my load all over your face, Alexis, just as your friend’s tongue got you off.” “Aaaaaaah,” she screamed, clearly coming. I was right behind ...
    her as I shot a load of cum all over myself a few seconds later. She heard my grunt and moaned, “You coming too, baby?” “Yessssss,” I grunted into the phone. Silence suddenly filled the room except our heavy breathing from miles away. Finally, she spoke, “Well, that was fun.” “Indeed, it was,” I replied. We talked for a few minutes and agreed that we probably wouldn’t have a chance to talk tomorrow. I was in a meeting from eight until at least five and that was followed by a supper with a potential group of clients. Alexis had her Christmas pageant tomorrow and wouldn’t get home until late. After the show, it was traditional for the girls to go out and celebrate the end of the exhausting and demanding Christmas pageant. As she was about to hang up, she said, “There will be a present for you when you get back to the hotel tomorrow.” “There will?” I asked, “What is it?” “You will have to wait and see,” she replied, “but I expect you to use it tomorrow night, understood?” “OK,” I agreed, not knowing what I was agreeing to. We said our goodbyes and I finished watching sports highlights before hitting the hay. 8. THE EIGHTH DAY OF SEXMAS...Wednesday December 21th, 2011 It was a long day. The meetings were boring for the most part, but did show positive signs for the future. Anyway, I didn’t get back to the hotel until almost ten at night and indeed there was a package on my bed when I entered my room. I was so tired and more than slightly drunk, that I thought about waiting until ...
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