1. Gift Wrapped for a Final Fuck


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Skidrow15, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    nipple around with his tongue. When the hand down my pants found me commando, he tried pulling his hand out to stimulate me though the thin material of the leggings; encouraged to continue that by the little gasp of extra pleasure I let out when he first did it. As often happens when Chris starts fingering me like this, for a while it became mostly about pleasuring me. Yes I had a hand wrapped around his cock, but was too distracted to do much more than a bit a half-hearted hand movement. It was like he couldn’t make up his mind of whether he wanted to finger me through or inside my pants; alternating while never peeling the pants off me, in the process reducing the crutch of them to a sloppy mess and all the while stimulating my nipples. All too soon he had me lifting my tightly clenched hips in an arc through the air as I sighed out a beautiful organism. After making sure he’d extracted everything I could from the organism, Chris slipped off the bed and turned me around until my legs were over the edge; then he turned me over leaving me kneeling bent over the bed. While Chris was, like me, normally a face to face person in his lovemaking positions I figured he’d acquired a taste for doggie style (he, also like me, had no interest in anal play; so I didn’t have to feel insecure in that regard). So I was sort of ready for him to just peel my pants down and take me from behind. But it turned out he wasn’t finished playing with the gift wrapping yet. He bent over me, kissing ...
    me down my back until he was kissing my butt cheeks and then down the back of my leg. Maybe as fascinated by the way the pants highlighted the individual muscles of the leg as I was, his finger then lightly followed the crease between the (to put it as least technically as I can) posterior and lateral thigh muscles; tracing up this crease on the outside back of my thighs until it led to the hollow on the outside of my bum cheeks. Then he buried his face in the hollow, kissing it; repeating the whole process on each side. I’m not a “get on with it” sort of girl. I love this sort of stuff. Satisfied with that, he bent down between my legs, turned his head to the side and kissed up along the line of the crease between my adductor longus and gracillis muscles (which basically is on the front inside of my thighs) until he reached – well, where do you think that ends. He was seemingly unfazed by the fact the crutch of my pants was now soaked in alternate layers of exercise sweat and orgasm juices whereas I was surprised he wanted to go anywhere near it. But instead, somehow turning himself upside down and supporting the weight of his upper body with arms wrapped around my back, he stuck his head in the gap between my upper thigh and the side of the bed and buried his face there; quickly isolating my clit through the material with his lips and tongue and playing with it. With everything of his beyond my reach, there was little I could do except lay there with my upper body sprawled ...
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