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

    Yes. I can tell it just by inspecting them. He is being truthful with me. Inside the cab as we head to my home. I am curled up besides him. He grips me securely. My head is rested coolly on his chest; this very same chest that 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 me lips gently. I kiss him back, knocking my tongue against his violently. We are then finished. For now which is. Once we turn up at my place, I ask him what he wishes to eat. “Anything tasty that 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. But 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 foresee that coming. Cannot he see that this is not the suitable moment to fuck each other? I am cooking for goodness’ sake. The food may end up charring to ashes. “Lucas, cool your heels. We can’t do this now. I must finish cooking first.” His hands twiddle with my butt. I can’t help the way he is squeezing it. I am starting to get wet inside my vagina already. Worse more, I have worn no panties. I am dressed in just jeans and a turquoise top. My hair is raked straight down my back. I prefer arranging it this way except I am going out for fashionable events. “Lucas, you are arousing me,” I moan. “Keep chopping the onion while I play with your ass, baby. I want to test how soft it still is. It has been long, Mia. Six days, you know? That is close to a week. I swear I didn’t sleep with anyone else. I am so starved I could fall down any moment now and that would be the end of me.” “Poor us! I know what it feels like to be in your shoes. I am famished too, honey. You want to hear the best news? We have got the whole night to make up for all that time that we have lost.” “No, Mia. Assume we die any moment now. An earthquake could strike and we would perish without fucking. Please—let us have a quickie. Right here, I am begging you.” I weight his proposal. It is not awful. I have no additional choice besides. I may send him packing out that door and he might never come back. I better give him what he is craving for ...
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