1. 13. Liv And Xanthe Always Get What They Want. Part 2 of 2


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    My nodding cock knocked dumbly at their kiss. They stood over me, Liv grabbing at Xanthe’s clothing and pulling it with desperate yanks, both of them tearing off her top, then knickers. Xanthe kicked them, sodden, onto my chest like a titbit, along with the briefest glimpse of her glistening, puffy folds as she turned her back to me and swung a leg over my lap. They moved together with a shared deliberation, as if choreographed. Liv licked at Xanthe’s nipples, while Xanthe reached down and grabbed my cock, manoeuvring her hips over it. She crouched until my head was poised at her entrance, rolling her round hips at the tip and opening herself up on it. Xanthe shivered but didn’t sit, her juices rolling down my shaft. I took my queue and plunged upward, delighting in the warm wet engulfment and Xanthe’s uncontrolled grunt. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her again, feeling her body unglue against me, leaning back, giving over to another thrust with a long, low moan. Liv dropped to her knees and rubbed her face between her friends spread thighs with the adoration of a hungry cat. Xanthe muttered encouragement and cried out as Liv pressed her lips to her friend’s sex in long, longing kisses. Xanthe’s hole fluttered on my thrusting meat, and I wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her steady to my fucking and my girlfriend’s licking. She was very close. I fucked her deeply and with increasing speed, relishing the slap of her buttocks on each upward shove and Liv’s tongue ...
    swirling around our conjoined parts. Behind the girls, the dead TV reflected us on the sofa like dark hard-core. Xanthe’s feet up on my knees, now, splayed in a wide M, her jaw pushed out as she looked down at her friend. Liv on all fours between our legs, her head nodding and nuzzling. Tipped up buttocks revealing her own split peach and cheeky curled-under fingers as she did herself. I was hardly visible in the picture at all. Just an occasional flash of piston-cock stretching Xanthe’s hole. I recalled a similar view, the night Liv did me. How vampiric she seemed, feeding off our pleasure. Xanthe arched in my arms and screamed, Liv limpeted her lips to Xanthe’s clit and howled. I kept my pace. The girls fed. I fucked and pondered. In my drug-fuelled, ego-pummelled state, something started to piece together. But my cock clamoured noisily for more and I couldn’t hold the thought. Xanthe shuddered and slid off me, flopping onto her back on the sofa, hair flopped over her face and flushed to the chest. Liv kissed my cock and ran little licks up it. “Can I have a go now?” she said. Xanthe waved her hand in the air, then let it flop. “All yours,” she croaked. Liv hopped up onto the seat. I lit up, not having eaten anything yet, and leant toward her mound, but she didn’t notice. In her hyper-mobility ballet girl way, she crouched effortlessly onto my cock, impaling herself with a sigh as if getting into a hot bath. I resumed my dumb-grunt bucking-bull fucking, Liv’s knees up by my ...
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