1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 18


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Diary, Blowjob, Male/Female, Romance, Spanking, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 88, Source: sexstories.com

    your cock," Pamela murmured. "It loves you." Pamela began to frig her hand up-and-down the length of my shaft, her mouth following suit and swallowing more of me in the process. I reached down and grabbed my cock, abruptly pulling it from her mouth, and tilted it upward until its tip was touching my abdomen. With my testicles suddenly dangling before her face, Pamela got the idea and started to lovingly twirl her tongue in circles all along their sensitive flesh. "I know you like being told what to do, even though you act like you don't." Pamela laughed at me. "Maybe." "I didn't say stop. Keep licking my balls." Pamela did as instructed, but when she closed her eyes, I violently flung my shaft forward and bopped her forehead with it. "You big jerk!" my wife squeaked at me, giggling wildly. I smacked her forehead with my cock again for good measure. I stepped back, then got rid of the trousers and briefs which had been bunched together at my thighs. I placed my hands on either side of Pamela and gently pulled her upward until she was standing before me. I flicked open the clasp of her jeans, then slid them down her shapely hips and legs, and off. Suddenly, Pamela was wearing nothing but a little pair of G-string panties. But they became a distant memory too as she quickly got rid of them. Pamela was an incredible woman, intoxicating, strong and amazing. I began kissing her again, her lips, her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, every square inch of her that I could never quite ...
    get enough of. And when I dropped to my knees and kissed Pamela at the joining of her thighs, she gasped breathlessly and her hands dug into my hair. Needing to satisfy my own lust, I stood and hoisted Pamela into my arms, then took her over to the edge of the sofa and set her down there. She eyed me expectedly as I spun her around and bent her over the arm of the sofa, her legs spread and feet on the floor, her shoulders and the side of her face now upon the cushion. It was a lewd position for her to be in, yes, but it was perfect for what I had in mind. Pamela grunted and cried out in arousal as I grasped her hips with both hands and thrusted my cock into her from behind, one long, smooth glide, then another, another, another, until I was lost in the amazing world that was Pamela and she was calling my name in a soft, pleading tone. Her blonde hair, ore-gold bright and luxurious, whipped and shimmied about as I pounded myself into her even faster. I staked my claim to not only Pamela's body, but her soul as well, as I slapped her upturned ass with my hands not once, not twice, but three times. The strict, but not too harsh level of discipline only added to the wondrous sensations for both of us. Soon, our bodies were bumping together quite violently, the sound of my pelvis crashing upon her ass reverberating throughout the spacious room. "Oh my God!" Pamela cried out as I spanked her some more, but then decided to up the ante. Reaching forward with both hands, I grasped her ...