1. Amor Fabula


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Mature, Author: mayonakaryuu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the hard-on that had been in formation since he picked her up and the strong beat of his heart against the back of her head. He leaned his head down, nudging hers to the side so he could nibble along that spot between her neck and shoulder. Nuzzling against her ear, finally taking the lower lobe between his teeth, sucking soft then hard. Wet. She was so fucking extremely, very, very uncomfortably ....wet between her legs. The music was drowned out by the sounds of him feasting on her flesh. That was until she heard moaning. Wanton, slutty, whorish sounds...like someone getting that late night just dessert. Oh...it was her. She took a deep breath and turned around in his arms, as if that would deter him, her hands against his chest. Flustered, flushed and moist to the point of sweating; she licked those full lips of his and she could swear...he got harder. He got his hands right where he wanted them all night; on the luscious rounded peaks of her ass...he squeezed and pulled their lower halves together. He growled down at her as their faces came into close proximity. She couldn't help it as the tip of her tongue darted out with a warning glide. He pushed her against the railing, she had to curl back again -- he enjoyed it. It did something to the testosterone in him, he leaned down- the brush against her lips was not hesitant. He demanded her response; he would accept no less than surrender. His hands were still full of her ass as he palmed and pulled her against the ...
    hard outline of his cock through his jeans. Melting, she was melting and no longer solid; he stole her breath in that kiss. How could this be? How long had they been kissing?! Finally, eternity stretched out before he let her go. Their lips both were shimmering from saliva and tongue swipes, nibbles. She could feel the throb of her clit pulsating with her heart. The set had ended with the sound of applause; they joined in...even though their eyes were locked on each other. He was bold his fingers brushing underneath her breasts as he leaned into her, he was going to kiss her again -- and she was going to flood her panties. &#034You ready to go..?&#034 His voice was low, vibrating the air and her senses. &#034Mhmm...&#034 Licking the remnants of the kiss off her lips, &#034We were going to dinner, right?&#034 A brow arched as she questioned whether the plan was still on. The look in his eyes said he wanted something else. &#034Sure, dinner.&#034 He wore a dark shirt over his jeans, so that cock outline was well hidden. His hands were possessive as he took her arm and lead them through the throng of people. Dinner....laughter that awkward silence disappeared under jokes and innuendo. They were back...in his truck heading to his hotel. Nervous, she leaned against the window and watched the skyline of the Queen City rush by in lights and the people on the streets. They were in the parking garage; she didn't wait for him to come around for her. She needed that moment to compose ...