1. No Honey No Baby No Bitch


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Romance, Author: franklee4, Rating: 65, Source: sexstories.com

    growled. “You know you wanna fuck it, Taye,” Tino taunted. “It ain’t like you not to get yours. I know how bad you need yours, too. Or did you forget how well I know you?” “No, T,” Taye said, her eyes glazed with doubt. “I’m bein’ real good these days. Ain’t gonna fuck this one up. Not this time.” Tino snickered and nodded to the curly one. The curly one got to his feet and stood over the tall one, feet planted at the sides of his hips where he dangled his jutting cock just before Taye’s face. “Suck it, Taye. You know you want to,” Tino leered. “Fuck you, Tino,” she said, then turned to face the curly one’s cockhead and opened her lips to suck it in. He wondered whose hands she was feeling in her mind as he washed her breasts. Where was she? Who was she with now? He pushed the cloth over her shoulders, down her arms, along her torso and hips. All he could do was wash and caress her - to bring a sense of freshness to her delicate surfaces - but he couldn’t make her skin new again. He felt like a hopeless failure. “Someone once told you the girl you were tonight and the one you are right now are two different people, but they’re not.” He pushed the cloth down along her thighs and tucked her in closer with the other arm. “They told you this one’s an angel and the other’s a whore.” “Then why doesn’t it ever feel like the same one?” He didn’t know if her eyes were open or closed. Her face was tucked against his chest while the scrape of the cloth along the insides of her thighs ...
    brought a rush of ghosts through the room. He slid the cloth to her pussy and lightly scrubbed her tender lips. She sighed and arched slightly. “You’re beautiful the way music is beautiful. Beautiful in the tension between things that aren’t supposed to fit together,” he said, his lips moving against her wet hair. It hurt to say it, but it would have hurt even more not to. He held the cloth in place against the lips of her pussy and pressed. “Maybe they’re not the same one,” he went on. “But that doesn’t make one the devil and the other an angel.” He pulled the cloth away and slid his palm over her skin. The water had a film of shampoo and soap in it now, and his hand slipped over her skin in a slick glide. He tightened the grip of his left arm and slid his hand over her breasts, pushing her flesh in star patterns as he began to wish anything or anyone but her could feel like her. “You’re not a bird,” he said, sliding his hand back down to trace the shape of her inner thighs. “You’re just a girl. Every bit as alone in the world as the rest of us. As alone as me, thinking if someone could love us then maybe we could learn to love ourselves.” He gripped her even harder and pressed his face against her dangling, wet hair while his hand came back to cup her pussy. His fingers moved against the supple warmth of her sexlips. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Taye?” She nodded and whimpered while his fingers traveled the slick terrain of her tender slash. Someone had been there ...
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