1. snatch-22


    Date: 6/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: fatmagicaltongue, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    cock. She hopped rather ungracefully onto the bed, still keeping her lips firmly pinched together and swung her legs over me. I was terrified, but still I had never been so aroused in my life. As she straddled me and finally moved her hand from her pussy I had an epiphany. I had completely miscalculated. All of my fantasies were wrong—dead wrong—fooled by the deceptive twist that porn provides. I had no idea how many times I had jacked off to pictures of creampied pussies, imagining and savoring what that first lick might be like. But my fantasy was an illusion: picture-perfect pussies, smooth, bare, dry, clean, with a little pool of thick, white cum just gathering at the entrance. It would be so sweet to take that first tentative lick, realize how you loved it, and then lap happily to extract the cream. What I saw above me was nothing like that image. Oh, Nicki's pussy was always beautiful, but the lie that I'd believed was apparent. Some guy must jack off and then slip his cock just inside her entrance to deliver his cum without disturbing her pink treasure. The pussy above me, however—my wife's pussy—was red and swollen from the incessant pounding of a ridiculously fat cock. Her lips were parted and a deep, angry red. Everything was coated in slimy goo from her matted tuft at the top of her pussy all the way to her glistening ass. Thick strands of girl cum clung to her entrance. And there... There, at her entrance, were the thick drops of his cum, just beginning to ooze ...
    out. I'd seen her pussy after sex. I'd seen what coated my cock after our lovemaking. Why had I never made the connection? What overpowered me, however, was the smell. She smelled like sex, certainly, but there was more. The delicate aroma of her perfume was gone, replaced by the smell of sweaty, hard fucking. Her cunt—there's no other way to describe it in this state—smelled used. There was the odor of cock. Plus sweat. Locker room. She smelled like she'd come from the gym. There was a hint of her normal musk, which always drove me mad with desire, but it was deeper, pungent, a****listic. She broke me from my reverie by snapping another picture, looking down her body to show me contemplating my fate. She snaked her hands down and took another one of the mess I was about to devour. And all she said was, &#034Eat me.&#034 Softly. Gently. Lovingly. I thought that I'd be horrified—turned off by the mess and the smell—but I couldn't believe how aroused I'd become. My cock was so hard it hurt. I was afraid that if she so much as scratched it with a nail, I'd go off like a rocket. I wanted this. I wanted her. I craned my neck, trying to get to her. She just smiled and lowered it to my face. I took a deep breath and extended my tongue to meet her. The first taste was all her—familiar—funkier than I'd ever had her, of course, but unmistakably her pussy. I was getting hotter. I cleaned around her hole, stretching back toward her puckered ass, cleaning up her juices. I twisted to the ...
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