1. Mia's Revenge: Momma's Fuck Toy


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    looks to be made of leather. His eyes are weary. With a thrilled grin, I step towards him and stretch out my arms. He unfolds his and we squeeze like a man and a woman who have been kept apart for time endless. We are not old; we are still in the spring of our lifetime. Lucas is twenty-nine. I am twenty-five. We began dating shortly after his dad divorced me. I have not forgotten how troublesome and loose a gentleman he was. I attempted everything in my power to not fall for him; when he became aware of this, he used the most prevailing charm he could on any woman to trick me into his arms. I have no regrets about becaming his willful victim in the end. “You are back, Lucas,” I state calmly. I do not quit smiling at him. He presses me as hard as he easily can. I can locate those emotions—feelings of sexual desire and hunger. It seems he hasn’t cheated on me this time. The other time he was in New York he did. It hurt me for days. I was not able to eat with ease or speak to him or make love to him. Now I have come to this realization—you can’t change the color of the sky just because it is not your favorite. In any relationship, there will forever be sparkly moments and gloomy ones. “I came back for you, Mia. Nothing else has led me here save for you.” His voice spills like sweet honey into my ears. It softens my stony heart and overpowers me with affection. I pull back from him leisurely and look into his cheery eyes. Yes. I can tell it just by inspecting them. He is being ...
    truthful this time. Inside the cab we head to my home. I am curled up besides him. He grips me securely. My head is rested coolly on his chest; the very same chest I am going to make my headrest tonight. I can’t wait for the sky to blacken and his sexual appetites to trouble him the more. Deep inside my soul, I feel am dying from want of him. We glance at each other and he budges after me, kissing my lips gently. I kiss him back, knocking my tongue against his with violence. Then we are finished. For now which is. Once we turn up at my place, I ask him what he wishes to eat. “Anything tasty which you can prepare for me, honey,” he flatly tells me, stroking my cheek with his cold hand and hitting my ass furthermore. I shiver as his lips stir on mine. I do not have power over my feelings anymore. “Don’t worry, Mia. We are going to fuck mercilessly before this night slips away.” “How was New York?” I cry out from the kitchen. “There were hot chicks, baby. No one of them was hotter than you. I couldn’t stand seeing my colleagues make out with them. I was like, ‘I must go back home straight away and spend some time fucking Mia.’ It was thought-provoking—honestly.” I laugh as loud as I can. Lucas can at times be amusing. Not in an irritating way, seriously. I am slicing onion on a silver tray when he moves towards me from behind and holds my ass with both hands. He slaps it what’s more and proceeds to caress it tenderly. I launch my head into the air and breathe in deeply. I did not ...
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