1. Sleep of the Guilty


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: marlowe, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    back of her throat, easing him out, dragging her teeth on the way back, wiggling her tongue inside the small eye, tasting his sticky arousal, bathing the glistening head in a wash of saliva until her jaw ached and she had to let him slip from her mouth to take in air. This was Sandra’s new toy and she was going to play with it. Gripping the meaty length with both hands, moving in slow measured strokes, pulling the foreskin in an upward action, watching the loose white skin sliding over the smooth head, easing her grip on the downward stroke, up and down, fast and slow, pulling and releasing, staring at the bulging veined beast throbbing in her hand. Sandra adored her new toy and she had no intentions of letting it slip from her grip. A familiar moistness pooling between her legs, her radiant eyes filling with raw lust, a heart slamming inside her chest, every nerve in her body charged with electric pulses, an urgent desire to have his long thick cock filling the depths of her inner core. Grunts and moans followed pants and gasps, hips moving to persuasive urges, the sticky substance oozing from the swollen eye and coating her fingers, his legs stiffening, euphoric mutterings and gestures of movement indicating that his body was preparing for ejaculation. An insistent voice echoed in his ear. “Don’t you dare come… I want fucked tonight.” The authority in her voice made him shuffle in the seat, confusion rattling around inside his head, searching for words of apology… The ...
    right words… Any words. “Okay,” he replied, casually lifting his shoulders. “Do you want it in the front… or in the back... or shall we…?” he mumbled, his voice fading against a serious face staring back at him and an uncompromising voice demanding action. “I want you inside me,” she snapped. “I don’t care where it happens. I just want fucked.” Two hearts beating in a frenzied rhythm of lust and expectation, two heads flooding in a sea of hormonal urgency, frustrated sighs following impulsive gestures, clothes cast aside with reckless abandon. By the time they hit the back seat they were naked, overheated and primed for action. In the dark enclosure the vision before his eyes exceeded his wildest imagination. Moonlight shadows played over milky white skin, outlining a delightful curvy body, a peach shaped bottom, smooth long legs and an amazing pair of tits that couldn’t be ignored. Parting the soft fleshy lips of her labia, sliding a finger between the slippery flaps and folds, moans and groans and gasps of encouragement hissed through clenched teeth. “That’s so fucking good. How many fingers have you got in there?” she asked, an impatient order quickly following. “More fingers,” she pleaded. “And push faster and deeper,” she insisted. Slipping two fingers inside her burning heat, followed by a third and then a forth, fingers knuckle deep inside her inner sanctum, stretching her body with brutal force, moving her hips and thrusting forward, swallowing greedily, fucking his hand, ...
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