1. 'True Story b*o:' A diamond in the rough


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Mature, Author: evilmulder666, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    their way into the side of her panties. I glided a finger down her slit, and felt her dampness immediately. &#034Oh my - somebody's pussy is all worked up,&#034 I said, slipping a finger inside and working it against her clit. Breathless, she pushed her jeans down to her ankles and yanked her blouse up over her breasts. They spilled out to the sides, soft tanned globes capped with brown areola and thick, wrinkled nipples - one of which displayed a barbell piercing, yet another novelty for me to explore and appreciate. She scooped her breasts into her hands and pushed them tightly together, squeezing both nipples between one thumb and forefinger. My finger continued working in her, alternating between her now pulsing clit and the sopping wet hole below, finding her juices there and slipping back up to tease her nub further. I slid another finger into her and she seized my arm immediately. &#034Jesus, I love fingers,&#034 she groaned from between clenched teeth, and with my wrist clasped in her right hand, she slowly pumped her hips, pushing her mound against my hand and shoving my fingers deeper inside her. I shifted forward, and with my tongue grabbed her pierced nipple and pulled it into my mouth, clamping it against the roof of my mouth and sucking hard. She whipped around on the sofa like a flagellant, her soft moans now open wails of passion. &#034Yes!&#034 she exclaimed, her free hand grabbing the back of my head, yanking my hair. &#034Oh god, yes - suck it hard!&#034 I ...
    acquiesced, sucking with determined f***e against the unyielding metal of the barbell, feeling her nipple stiffening even as I pulled at it with my teeth. She let out a yelp, and her hips increased their furious bucking, slamming hard against my hand and driving my fingers far into her gushing cunt. Her moans had become quiet, mewling gasps of air as she worked her frenzy, eyes squeezed shit, teeth bared as her breath whistled in and out. &#034I'm cumming,&#034 she gasped. &#034I'm cumming so hard! Don't stop! Don't stop!&#034 Stopping was not a consideration, however, as she maintained her grip on my wrist, never quite letting me take control, holding fast to her previous declaration of &#034I'm going to use you.&#034 Staying the course, I flicked her other nipple with my tongue in relentless tease, my free hand now cupping and squeezing her pierced breast. Her mouth hung open now, her breath hot and fast. Her hips flew up off of the sofa, and she let go of my wrist as she grasped at the back of the couch in wild abandon. &#034Cumming!&#034 she screamed, and her thighs clamped tightly around my hand, her bucking now a rhythmless, mindless grind. She squealed, a high girlish sound that belied the sweetness behind her rough, tomboy exterior, and her lips became thin white lines against the grimace of joy now punctuating her orgasm. She held her hips suspended in the air for one long, final moment, her thighs holding tight to my hand, which somehow had continued to work itself ...
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