1. The Bathub Part 2)


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    imagination or not. It sounded like footsteps, soft, gentle footsteps. They came closer, or they sounded as if they did. She stared down at the water in the bathtub, not a ripple on it. There was no doubt she heard something and it was close. She jumped when the door to the bathroom squeaked, but she didn’t look up. She felt a presence in the room. She could hear him breathe. Her body shivered when she heard a rustling noise. She knew what it was when the belt buckle fell noisily to the floor. There was more rustling noise, this time there was no attempt to be quiet. She heard shoes fall to the floor and she knew that he undressed. She didn’t look up from the tub, her eyes stared at the calm water. She knew it wouldn’t be long. It took seconds before the calm water began to move with powerful waves. Someone got into the tub with her. She still didn’t look up. She waited. His cock jutted out so far when he gazed at her naked body. Her hands were at her sides, beneath the water, exposing her breasts for his eyes to feast upon. Her nipples were so hard. Her legs were slightly parted, but he couldn’t see much beneath the water. The water was warm as it encased his lower legs. He moved close to her, but she never looked up at him. Her brown hair hung down, but it wasn’t wet. He gripped his cock with his fingers and stroked it as he looked at her. It was time to feel her touch on his cock. The silence in the room was broken by his words. They scared her at first, not because of ...
    what he said, or who he was or what he wanted. She already knew all of that. It was just the sound of a voice in her room that scared her. “Look up Kristen, at my cock.” Her head slowly rose and she saw him again, although she knew every inch of his naked body. She couldn’t get it out of her head and she spent too many nights masturbating to the images. She saw his pudgy stomach hang over, but what she stared at was his cock. Her tongue absently ran over her lips as if she meant to get them wet. His cock stood out, but it moved vigorously as he made it flex excitedly in front of her. He was every bit as big as she remembered. “Touch my cock, Kristen. I want to feel your soft fingers on it.” She leaned forward in the bathtub, but she knew that she’d soon be on her knees before him. Her fingers reached over and snatched at his cock before it could escape. She tightened on the hard shaft and felt the muscles vibrate as he flexed his trapped cock. She held his cock only inches from her mouth, but she didn’t put it in. Not yet, he didn’t tell her to do it. Her hand went to work to explore the shaft slowly with her fingers. She felt the bl**d pound in the thick veins as her hand slid up and down the shaft. She was rewarded with drops of precum that appeared on the head. Her fingers drew higher up the shaft until she got to the domed head. Her fingernail etched beneath the thick ridge and she felt the violent contractions of his cock from her touch, but her fingers gripped it tight and ...
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