1. Independence Day, Part Two


    Date: 7/3/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Delphi, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    panels of his rigid shaft as she dragged off him. Licking her lips, she cocked her head to the side and swallowed. Raised an eyebrow. “You talk like you’re more experienced than you let on.” “Two girls before now. That’s not a lie.” He reached under her arms and lifted her as he stood. When she found her balance, he smoothed back her hair. Gently kissed her lips. “They were sweet too. Beautiful. They taught me everything I know.” Steve’s fingers entwined with hers. He grinned and tugged her arm, leading her over to the little folding table behind their chairs. “Should I be worried?” They stopped, the table brushing just below her ass. She felt exposed, but in the same way that a piece of art was exposed. With tenderness and adoration. His fingers skimmed her hard nipples, over the dance of her top in the fan, and curled under the hem. He pulled it up, the summer air washing over her flat stomach, her chest. The thin fabric blinded her for a moment as he pulled it over her head. It unleashed her face, snapped over her head, then tangled in her hair. “Josh, get that fan, would you?” Steve’s gaze raked over her face, her breasts, as he pulled her top free from her long hair. “So fucking beautiful, sweet girl. Are you sure you want to do what you said earlier?” Daphne swallowed, her fingers drifting to the bottom of his shirt. She edged under the cotton fabric, feeling his taut abs. The nudge of his cock on her pinky as her hand dipped lower, through the line of short hair ...
    trailing down from his navel. The image in her head of the two men touching her made her wetter than she’d ever been. One sexy and experienced, who could probably promise her pleasure. The other nice and new, whose pleasure was up to her. “I’m positive,” she whispered, curling her hand around his shaft. The wind slowed to a stop, the hum from the fan silenced. “Trust me?” Steve’s hands dug at the button on her skirt, unlatching it and opening the plaid fabric before tugging it from her body. His hands cupped her breasts, teased her piqued nipple. “Yes.” “Bad girls would never say that.” His lips brushed hers, his hands drifting to her hips and gripping. Pulled her off her feet, propped her ass on the table, and nudged his body between her legs. “Bad girls want to act bad. But good girls, sweet girls, they put their heart into kink, don’t they, Daphne?” Her heart raced, breath shallow. Every cell in her aching body felt focused on him. Steve crouched. His hands slid over her bare back as his lips grazed her nipple, slipping the tip of his tongue over it before closing his mouth around it. She moaned, running her hand over his short hair. His smooth neck. When she reached the cloth hanging over his shoulders, she balled the fabric in her fists and yanked, then walked her hands down to grab more until the hem fell into her palms. He ducked, pulling his head through the T-shirt. When freed, he chuckled. Extracted himself from the sleeves and tossed it to the side. Looking over her, he ...
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