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Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

Date: 5/25/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

comes next, don’t you?” She grinned. “You’re going to stuff my stocking?” She laughed embarrassedly at her own joke, as though realizing it was lame. I played along, though. I undid my pants and pulled them down to just below my ass. “Well, I’ll be stuffing something.” I cradled my balls with one hand and said, “Santa’s sack is pretty full today.” I advanced on her, rubbing the head of my dick on her slit, gently pushing the lips apart and lubing myself up with her own juices. “And it’s all going inside.” I gave her a chance to protest, but she didn’t. Her expression was unreadable, beyond just the usual anticipation of sex. “Ask me to fuck you,” I said. “Please, fuck me master,” she said, staring up at me. “You want my gift?” “Yes, master.” “Then take it.” I pushed forward, slowly at first, until I was all the way inside, and her pussy lips encircled my dick. Even after all the fucking we’ve done, she was still pretty tight. I rocked into her, slowly at first, but then increased the speed. Soon, I was slamming in and out of her while I held her legs, knees d****d over my arms. I wanted to take my time and enjoy it, but I also wanted to get off quickly, before she could. Not how I usually liked to play it, but I didn’t want her to come with me inside her this time. So, when I thought she had an orgasm approaching, I did whatever I could to make myself cum, I increased my pace, filled my thoughts with the most filthy images, Faith being fucked by a dog while pregnant, me ... forcing Faith to suck my cock on webcam for thousands of viewers, me fucking Faith at the dinner table during dinner, with our parents watching. Anything I could do to get that buzzing feeling going faster. The image that did it was one of Faith giving me a blowjob while her baby, our baby, breastfed on her. I don’t know why, but it sent me over the edge, and, when I knew I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to, I pushed all the way in fell on top of her, and held there, my head right beside Faith’s. I whispered in my s****r’s ear, “Here comes your real Christmas gift.” I really did feel like I flooded her womb, we hadn’t had sex that day and I didn’t masturbate at all, so my load was more than usual. Although she had moaned, “Oh yes,” as I squirted into her, I had a feeling that she’d neither climaxed herself, nor changed her feelings about the risk of pregnancy. It was a heat-of-the-moment exclamation, for my benefit as much as anything. I stayed in her until I was sure every last drop was gone, and then pushed up a little so I could kiss her cheek, then her lips, and said softly, “Now, I need you to do something for me.” Her eyes twinkled, almost glittered in the soft light. “Yes, master?” I pulled out. “I’ve got to get back to the party,” I explained. “I’d like to stay, but it would look suspicious.” “Oh,” she said quietly. I walked around the bed and got one of her pillows. “But, I want you to stay here, waiting for me. In bed. No showering.” Her mouth opened, then closed, ...