1. Hard Candy


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    feel?” “Hot,” I say. “And dirty. So fucking dirty.” “Good.” And your smile is dangerous. You’re not finished with me yet. You push the abandoned lollipop back into my mouth and stand up. I’ve always loved admiring your body from this angle. The strong muscular thighs, the deep v-cut of your pelvis, and well-defined abs. You don’t let me linger on my knees for too long, however, not wanting to break the momentum of our encounter. You know that I can take it and still want more. With this in mind, your hand latches onto my wrist and you’re quickly pulling me to my feet. They’re still strapped into my Lucite sandals and they click across the short expanse of the floor until we’re in your bathroom. You sit me on the toilet seat and make me take them off. My hands slide under the hem of my wrecked top but you stop me from taking them off. You tell me you like me better like this and as I get a glimpse in the mirror I can see why. My breasts are naturally perky but pushed together and lifted out of the tight fabric of my top, they look even more voluptuous. My nipples are still sore from your earlier efforts with your teeth and tongue and they’re flushed a deeper rose than usual, nearly matching my messy sugar pink mouth. The tight white boyshorts gape lewdly at the crotch and I catch a glimpse of the puffy lips of my pussy and I know it’s ripped clear in the back as well, all the way up to my deliciously abused little knot. I can see your eyes taking in the reflection in the ...
    mirror and then dropping low to enjoy the view from behind. Reluctantly, you pull the candy from my mouth with a loud wet pop. You drop it onto the countertop. It rests there, still melting, like shiny lacquered ice. There’s no doubt in my mind that it will bear witness to more depravity before it rolls on my tongue again. Next, you’re pulling me into the shower with you and turning it on. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, a cold stream of water hits my skin, shocking my senses. It pours down my back, soaking my hair and skin. The remnants of fabric cling to me. You push me back enough so that it’s spilling down my face and I gasp as your mouth returns to my nipples. You’re sucking the icy water off them as though you’re drinking from my skin. You tease them until it hurts. Each sore little peak trembles on your tongue as I lean my neck back, feeling the cascade of water pouring down the curve of my throat. It flows between my breasts, rippling around your cheek, diverting the stream like the base of a waterfall. It’s starting to warm now, but I’m still overwhelmed. Your arms are around me, not letting me escape your hungry mouth and one hand begins to stray a little lower down the curve of my back until your finger is pressing against my freshly fucked asshole. It aches, already slightly swollen, as you insistently push a digit inside, fingering me, keeping me impaled in one way or another as your mouth continues to move over me. You slide your tongue out, keeping it ...
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