1. Story Time For Two


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: MidKnightMan, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    ahead of sex, she would come over to clear a glass or plate from one of the wood carved tables, bending over in front of me, giving me the most arduous sensual sight. The next thing you know a fever would dictate my impulse to pull her panties down without warning and rub my already glistening cock along the crack of her magnificent bottom. While my hand would creep 'round to her growing wetness, my enlisted finger would begin a surging rhythm, glistening with her essence. My thumb would circle her growing pearl, while again she would pause her concerns and distractions, cry out and fall into my lap. I'd feel her convulse and tremble and feel her falling into complete submission to her wants, submitting to the will of her fires and my insatiable ravaging of her every delectable inch. The tip of my cock would invariably find a merger with her pink starfish pucker, and her hips would involuntarily buck back into my own, as she would cry and beg for relief. I gladly complied as her complete pilfering would be assured. At the same time my lips would very softly and very slowly trace over her ears and neck, down along the top of her shoulder, then down her back. The tip of my velvet tongue would barely alight upon her satin skin. Eventually I'd turn her around and begin the belly kisses she so desired and longed to feel. I loved the taste of her and her aroma, her musky scent. I'd trace down very slowly to the crest of downy hair just beginning below her belly button, that ...
    faint blonde fuzz that hinted at the glazing elixir further below. I'd kiss her growing wetness, and she loved it when I did so. I'd inhale her deeply, I'd nibble and lick and breath her every essence into my memory, indelibly fixed. I'd continue to enter her with my tongue, sometimes snaking up her ass. She'd wither and sway, and buck, crying out in a passionate she-wolf cry for release. Sometimes, with great good luck, she'd be answered back by some stray coyote or a small pack nearby in the darkened woods. That was always an omen I'd tell her, a good luck talisman symbol. She'd answer me back saying it's just some bitch getting hers tonight! What a gal. By now her hands would be all over me, buttons being dealt with, zippers dispatched, hands traversing the passageways necessary to explore my own erotic needs. Probing, sliding, pressing, pulling, cupping, finger fucking, she was insatiable but complete. In return, my lips would press to her pussy, a tongue staccato would entertain and delight her bud. My strong hands would knead her bottom, my wet finger pressing to the same port my satin crown had just departed. My digit would be slithering in, probing and pulsing. Her ever deeper longer moans fed my own fervor and potency, causing my cock to nearly explode. Her busy hands, with a finger now returning the favor, would guarantee my moans escaping to exclaim praise for this unrestrained exchange. She would lustfully engage her hips front to back, savoring and encouraging my ...
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