1. FLIRTING WITH EXHIBITIONISM AND i****t


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Taboo, Voyeur, Author: hard_for_yu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    my semi-hard shaft, entwining it in and out of and between her splayed fingers and jiggling it into a longer and thicker state, all this while holding a conversation with my mother who was just a few short feet away! Luckily, the show started again and my mother's eyes returned to the television. I tried to push Carla's hand away, but she just nudged me in the ribs and smirked at me. I eventually managed to push her away and settle myself down. Later, back in my bedroom, I tried to scold Carla and tell her she may have been taking things a bit too far, but she just brushed me off. When I tried to protest some more, she silenced me with her expert lips and tongue, not on my mouth, but on my penis. &#034You were saying,&#034 she mumbled between sucks, never completely letting my engorged phallus slip out of her mouth or off her lips. &#034I just think that sometimes --&#034 But then I felt Carla's right hand cups my balls and her left one circle around my buttocks and suddenly a wet finger probed deeply into my anus and wiggled around even as Carla swallowed me deeper from the front, all the time gazing up at me with arched eyebrows and round unblinking eyes, her lips stretched snugly around my hardness. Well, that was the end of my protesting for a while. Another more troubling incident occurred a few nights later. The night was chilly, even with the heat on (this may have been late October because we all decided to watch a horror movie that night), but I still liked the ...
    feeling of going around nude -- and yes, the feeling of exposing myself to Carla and Mom. Carla used the cool temps as the perfect excuse to drag a &#034blankie&#034 (her term) from my bedroom and to the couch when we joined mom in the living room for the video. She covered us up with it as we sprawled close to one another on the couch. Mom was close by, in her usual lounger. It wasn't long before I felt Carla's exploring fingers all over my shaft, and, not surprisingly, it wasn't long before I started to grow around and between those fingers, springing out and away from Carla's hand from time to time. The lights were dim again and I didn't think there was much danger in allowing her to fondle me under the quilt, but then I saw the undulations her fingers were making on the blanket's surface and the way it tented up occasionally, and I knew that if my mother glanced over, she would know exactly what my girlfriend was doing to me underneath the blanket. I quickly readjusted the blanket and, as best I could, covered up the movements produced by Carla's fingers. Needless to say, she kept me in a state of perpetual anxiety for the next couple of hours, pumping my phallus to hardness as she casually conversed with my mother or laughed or feigned being scared or commented on the film. Then her pumping would ease off and she would allow me to return to a semi-hard state, only to begin a furious pump-job that had me close to cumming within a minute. She was uncanny! She seemed to know ...
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