1. A Twist of Sex


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Incest, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 54.5, Source: sexstories.com

    water.” That has him grinning cheerfully. Every time I take my clothes off, Crandon slaps my ass with his hand. His is an exciting habit of squeezing my ass and then chuckling loudly to himself. I have never taught him to do these things. One time, I discovered him playing a tutorial porn video on Noël’s laptop. Honestly, this blew the shit out of me. Crandon was masturbating after the guy in that video! I have become exhausted of coming across Playboy magazines littered in his bedroom before setting them on fire. He generally steals them from Noël’s room, at times storing them inside his closet. On occasion, he hides them underneath his mattress. I always see white cum soaking his clothes, chiefly the vestments gathered in our laundry basket. I know. He is addicted to masturbation. He does it fine, I must admit nonetheless. Crandon’s penis looks appetizing. It is huge and attractively-shaped, with narrow green veins manifest on it. The other time he had me suck it like bitches do. I swallowed it entirely into my broadened mouth. Then he spilled semen out instantaneously. Yes. He comes quickly unlike any man I have had sex with. No sooner I had stuck his dick into my mouth, the instant he climaxed and spilled sugared cum. One time, I made a cup of tea strictly from his cum. It was sweeter than honey or anything. Two days later, I got diseased; something alike to flu. I had a runny nose and sore eyes and a burning headache. It was lost to feeling a day after. Still, I have ...
    never quitted grabbing his cock and sucking everything he lets out. “Don’t tell me you have tasted your mute’s brother cum?” Kati questioned the other day we were lazing outside Wendy’s. Even as she glared at me, I could read she was envious of me undertaking that. “I have, girl. It tasted wonderful. You must give it a try too.” “What? You are sick in the head, Mia. There is no way I am going to do that.” Crandon has a crush on BDSM sex: Bondage, Discipline, Sadism; Machismo. I found these words penned careless-manner on some graph inside his room. Underneath this was: Can we please try it, Mia? Yes. Crandon can pick a pen and put in writing what he is having in mind. All the time, his handwriting is messed up and sloppy. In response, I inscribed down: We shall make an effort at it, Crandon. It won’t be soon, I promise. That’s right. He can read. I tutored him how to do that. What he cannot do is spell words and letters. I am not looking forward to anything when Crandon tweaks my nipples using both hands. I gaze down at him. His chest fur is damp from the water pouring; his eyes are merry. I know what he exactly wants. Sex! I will spoil him with precisely that. I shut my eyes. He keeps on pulling and twisting my nipples. This is not paining. He is working everything wonderfully I can even start to imagine myself having sex with a genuine man that is able to communicate back to me through speech. His performance defeats that of most men honestly. I try to breathe calmly. I ...
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