1. The Incubus' Wife: A Party Gone Wild


    Date: 6/4/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 61.5, Source: sexstories.com

    inside my vagina where this bulk of bliss and delectation gets unshackled and unfettered out. I feel like I am reeling and swimming and spinning in the air for the coming thirty seconds. My head gets blasted up in a session of orgasm that I even don’t know where I exactly am right now on Earth and for what motive. When Mason gazes down at me, his eyes flare and widen in sexual fulfillment and glee. He places his hand behind me on my back, so that he can grip and compress me to himself firmly and more resolutely. With the way that he is pinching me now, I am so frightened that I will not be able to inhale or exhale in the long run, but believe me or not, I can plainly –beyond question if you like—breathe with much simplicity and leisure. He shoves me up and thrusts me further upwards. My breasts wiggle and jiggle helplessly along with my hips. I look straight into his eyes, and he gawks right back into mine. My breath meets and clashes with his; my lips as well find and confront his. We are both kissing and fucking each other wildly inside the fast moving car, boosting our speediness and might as the vehicle steps up its velocity, and braking our quickness and energy when it decelerates its pace. I won’t break off from doing this thing until he is happy and gratified. His hand sneaks slowly into my hair and pulls and holds it staunchly. I stare into his eyes while I pant in and out restlessly, blowing up into another series of an orgasm when he scatters and sploshes semen ...
    into my vagina. I slink my hands to his bums immediately and seize and snatch them as hard as I can get myself to do. I want all of his cum trickling straight into me and not a little brook of it flowing down my legs. With my eyes closed, I enter another run of orgasm, and as I am wriggling and writhing about in ecstasy, he quits bashing into me and hurriedly pulls his dick out of me—a symbol that he is now filled and satisfied? I breathe out vigorously and as noisily while he seats himself down besides me. “Are you satisfied now, Mason?” I ask him vociferously. “Kind of; but not one hundred per cent, my love; we are arriving at the hotel any moment now. I wouldn’t want the two of us to get discovered like this. It will be an embarrassment which I cannot manage to put up with. Clean up our mess, will you please, my dear Emma?” There are driblets of his semen dropping down my legs which are hitting and soiling the seat beneath. Using my handkerchief, which I fish out of my handbag, I hurriedly scour them away while the car comes to an eventual halt and Mason on the other hand speedily hauls his trousers up to dress his naked bums and dick and then fastens tightly his zip to finish with. I feel remorseful about everything nevertheless. Were we really supposed to be doing this here inside the tearing car? I don’t agree so. At fifty-eight, Mason’s dad, Trevor Cox, is as wonderfully handsome and in perfect good shape as when I last saw him three months ago. His pretty wife, Nora ...
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