1. The Island, Chapter 21


    Date: 6/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Male / Females, massage, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    caressed her firmly, the long strokes warming both my palms and her skin. Her shorts were pulled down below her swollen abdomen, and as I worked my way around the bottom of her pregnant uterus, my thumbs dipped under the low waistband, tickling the top of her pubes lightly. She sighed heavily, her anxiety over showing me her belly now reverting back to her earlier state of arousal. Of course my state of arousal had never gone away, and my dick was straining at my shorts the same way her boobs were straining at her tank top. After I had coated her middle thoroughly with oil, and rubbed her to a high shine, I decided to push my luck. “Do you want me to keep going?” I asked in a soft voice. Without opening her eyes, she said throatily, “Yes. You are making me feel so sexy with the way you’re touching me. I haven’t felt desirable in a long time. I’ve almost forgotten what it felt like.” “Trust me, Anne, you are very desirable.” I grasped the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it off. She lifted her arms over her head and wiggled, and as the shirt popped over her chest, the twin mounds of her breasts bounced out of confinement, the big brown nipples looking like chocolate candies on mounds of jello as the swollen globes swayed back and forth. I finished pulling the shirt over her head and threw it aside, drinking in the spectacle of her gorgeous mammaries. After enjoying the sight for a moment, and observing her biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come, I ...
    filled my hands with oil and grasped those firm melons, bringing a quiet moan to her lips. I caressed the firm female flesh, kneading and squeezing her engorged teats and pinching the nipples lightly. I stroked the pectoral muscles, pulled taut with her arms over her head, from the tops of her breasts to her smooth armpits, causing her to giggle. “I’m ticklish,” she said with a smile. “Do you want me to stop?” “God, no! Rub my titties, Dave! I want you to touch me all over.” How could I refuse? I attacked her jugs with renewed fervor, making sure I caressed the sides, as well as the bottoms, and again ran my oily fingers across her soft armpits, bringing shivers to her and stiffening the big brown knobs of her nips even further. Finally I could stand it no longer, and bent over her, sucking her right nipple deeply into my mouth. She cried out, arching her back, as I suckled her frenetically, pulling hard on the stiff peak with lips and teeth and stretching the elastic tissue to its limit. I moved to the left one, giving it a tongue bath to match the other side. I touched the tip of my tongue to the deep dimple in the center, which would be oozing sweet milk in just a couple of months. I wondered if I would get to taste her then, and shuddered at the thought. After enjoying sucking her for another minute, I went back to massaging the womanly wonderland of her chest while I kissed my way down her bulbous belly. Her breath was now coming in gasps, and I didn’t need to ask her if she ...
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