1. My Lana - Part 8


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 28.6, Source: sexstories.com

    lying - in, making me realize that I must have been like this for quite a while. I take my hand from my bra and let it accompany the other one resting on Lana's head. I let my fingers slide backwards, in a soft, caressing undulation down to the back of her head, ever so slowly pulling her harder against me, wordlessly indicating my desire for her to do it harder, to increase my pleasure... to serve me well... to make me come. I want to do it veeeery slow, make sure that she's got the chance to enjoy it just as much as I do. But I miscalculate totally. Just seconds after she gets my signal and moves a little higher up against my aching clit, I suddenly pass the point of no return and stiffen up almost cramp-like as the pleasure overwhelms me. I explode like I've never exploded before, an eruption so enormous that I lose absolutely all control of my body. I'm lame, motionless, paralyzed. I can just feel my hands pressing her head into me, my arms pulling with all their strength, beyond any control of my brain. A microsecond passes like that before everything bursts into motion. My hips starts trashing, my entire crotch contracts in uncontrolled ejaculations and my fingernails grasps feverishly at her head and hair in order to secure my grip on her. I feel her arms grasp my hips, her shoulders holding my thighs securely apart, her mouth sliding wild open to engulf all of me as I flood her mouth with uncontrolled spurts of anything I've got to spurt. I hear her gulp frantically ...
    down there, moaning against my pubic bush in between, squealing in a mixture of pain and joy as I continue tearing mercilessly at her hair. The recliner has a proper work-out as it squeaks and creaks in response to my wild trashing, and I feel the tip of my shoe bang against the underside of the desk. I'm coming and coming and there's absolutely no sign that it's going to pass the peak as I ride it out the best I can, hoping it will never end, just always be a part of me, from now until forever. I really don't know if I haven't even peed myself to some extent in my throes of ecstasy; there's no other way I can produce such incredible amounts of liquid, is there? I'm soaking wet, for sure, but I've heard her gulping and swallowing, and as I finally pass the peak with an uncontrolled squeal, I'm surprised I haven't wet down the entire recliner in the process. As I start to come down again, I'm almost afraid to let myself sink back down onto the creaking leather. But there's no way that I can hold myself up, and I just let go of everything and drop back down powerlessly. To my surprise everything is dry and comfortable. Lana has taken everything. Every last drop! And she's even following me now, back down into the chair, still engulfing my entire slit with her mouth, all in order to have things stay exactly the way they are. Dry and comfortable. Soft and lovable. How can anybody possibly be that good? "Oooohhhh," I sigh breathlessly. "How can anybody be that good?" "Mmmmmm...?" ...
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