1. Thirty-One Days A Bitch: Chapter 1


    Date: 4/26/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    inviting and arousing! I am getting soggy wet and freaky damp inside my vagina just by eyeing and checking them out. I can feel my breasts swell and grow larger and puffed up too! All at once and in an instant, I wheel around my face and head away from Preston. I cannot curb myself anymore. Licentiousness and libido is fast consuming and devouring me. Even as I have my face switched away from a stripped buck-naked him, I can visualize in my mind I myself standing there in the shower before him, bashing and socking my lips straight against his while snatching and latching on my hands to his fully-stocked, sensuous, and kissable butts down beneath his back. Damn me! How can I be such a keen and vulgar cheap bitch? By the time that Preston comes forth out of the shower, I have stilled and quieted don my reproductive urges. It is no effortless and painless thing—but I have worked and carried it out successfully! I swerve and shift myself towards him quietly. He is clothed in an unpatterned white towel. His chest is wide and extraordinarily alluring and arousing-looking too, but it has so sparse and small an effect and upshot on me as compared to those smooth, furry, and spongy-looking buttocks of his. I slurp and swig saliva down my parched throat. I am every inch uncovered and stark-naked myself. I open and pull apart my thighs so that he can plainly and clearly see my clitoris and its salmon-colored inside down there. I have shaved and snipped away all hair that was on my sex ...
    with a knifelike and jagged-edged razor blade. To make things much more stimulating and thought-provoking, I work in and slide my fingers into my vagina, rubbing and caressing it mildly and quietly smooth so that I can stir up and inflame Preston’s sexual ache and appetite as a result. It works out admirably and proficiently smooth and fine. Preston just stands there for a transitory while, eyeing and peeping helplessly at my vagina which I am massaging and stroking and kneading calmly under my subdued, quiet breath. I study and eye him up too. I can take note of a solidified and unbending erection manifest and turn out between his legs. He saunters towards me inchmeal and in his own good time, and then goes ahead to perch and pew himself down here before my very short-winded face and self. “Are you masturbating and playing with yourself before my very own eyes and face?” The pitch of his voice does sound choked and snappy to some huge extent. Is he really all that annoyed and infuriated with me? I cannot preciously tell. I seize his hand and then thrust and poke his fingers direct into my vagina. They feel so balmy and temperate inside here………while my inside itself is this wringing moist and soaking dank. Preston rubs and raps them gently inside while I seal and slam shut my eyes so that he there and then withdraws and takes them out by the minute I unclose and unseal wide open my glad, satisfied eyes. He then in sincerity makes known to me, “It will not be tonight that I ...
«1...3456»