1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 01


    Date: 6/2/2015, Categories: Diary, Anal, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Group Sex, Male / Females, Spanking, Voyeurism, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    up to her knees and moved behind Pamela. She then reached around her, and massaged those full, overflowing breasts through the blouse that Pamela wore with both hands. Kristanna watched her wife continue to perform her own brand of spirited magic on my cock, then shifted her focus and gazed at me with hot, smoldering eyes. Taking things one step further, Kristanna suddenly stood up, and leaned full across Pamela's shoulder in order to offer me a deep, soul-touching type of kiss. Pamela, her head still bobbing away with reckless abandon, reached up with her right hand and harshly slapped Kristanna on her sweet, denim-clad ass. Unable to sustain myself any further, I simply let go, and my cock erupted like a volcano within the warm, luscious confines of Pamela's mouth. I involuntarily thrusted my hips upward in the process, wanting to lose myself in her throat. My heart was thumping in my chest wildly, and my entire body was alive and pulsing with erotic electricity. Pamela kept her lips sealed tight, however, and guzzled down what was truly a massive load without any issue whatsoever. In the aftermath, Pamela pulled my cock from her mouth, and _popped_ her lips at me. "Hmmmmm... that hit the spot!" As if on cue, Kristanna was immediately back on the floor beside Pamela, and kissing her. Kristanna, of course, was a devilish fiend when it came to the taste of my semen. The Norwegian valkyrie could obviously never have enough of it, and was not one bit shy about extracting ...
    whatever she possibly could of it from a cummed-in mouth, or flooded pussy. My heart was still pumping wildly in the aftermath of a blowjob that lasted more than an hour, where these two goddesses had traded me back and forth between them at least eight or nine times each. I eventually began to settle down, though, and felt incredibly mellow as a result. "You two girls, and the others... are going to be the death of me one day," I finally managed to get out, wiping my brow with a forearm, and breathing deeply. Being her usual, playful self, Kristanna giggled and looked up at me. There was a heavy dollop of sperm on her chin. "At least you'll go out with a smile!" "That is true..." I quickly conceded. "Are Rande and Kristof coming over for dinner tonight?" Pamela asked, referring to Kristanna's mother and father who, of course, lived on the opposite end of this massively large and sprawling, 300-acre farm, in their own private home. "They will be here at eight o'clock," Kristanna told her. "Have any idea what Amy has in mind for dinner?" "Salmon and gravlax, with sides of fettuccine primavera, and Kjøttkaker med Brunsaus." Pamela raised an eyebrow at her. "What's that?" Kristanna giggled yet again. She loved to laugh. "That's the meatballs with bread crumbs, nutmeg, ginger, and all of the other tasty ingredients and spices that you love so much!" "You could have just said meatballs, you know," I chided. "But where's the fun in that?" Kristanna whined. Pamela gave my deflated, limp ...
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