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

    his left hand. She pulled her head back out and up and he calmly lathered her fine hair from his kneeling position, massaging her scalp with sure fingers. Own it, her words echoed again through his mind. Own me. Prove it! She sobbed a little more and he shushed her, finally guiding her head back under the water to rinse. When she came back upright she fingered her wet hair back as her head reclined into the cradle of his palm. “If only I could really fuck that cock,” she mused. “I know you’d love it as much as me, but I can’t. I have to be good. You see, I’m working real hard to be faithful to my man, so he’s the only one gets my pussy and ass.” Taye grinned as she noticed the tall one’s jaw tighten in an effort to hold back an untimely flood of spunk. His abs were tight and firm, and every bit as hairless as the base of his cock. She started working his shaft with both hands, stroking up and down his thick length and twisting at the same time. “I’m gonna make you cum like the fourth of July,” she purred, studying his cock like some exotic bird. Her breasts quivered enticingly with the motion of her arms. Gradually, she started stroking him faster. Tino reached to fondle and squeeze the left side, keeping his hand in motion on his cock while the curly one fondled her on the the right. Their hands were rough and graceless. She uttered a soft growl of approval as a different man caressed each of her sumptuous breasts. Her eyes remained closed while Kane squeezed a wet cloth ...
    in his other hand. He washed her face carefully, dipping and wringing the cloth one-handed as he gradually wiped away the wild smears of her ruined makeup. Every time he rubbed the cloth over her face she let out unconscious whimpers, as if there were something luxurious and tragic in the transaction between the cloth and her skin. When she was clean again, Kane leaned forward and kissed each of her wet eyelids lightly. He touched his lips to hers, not kissing, but lightly, like an unwhispered promise. Then he turned away and shut off the water. He slid his left arm further under her, until he was touching her ribs and her head was nestled in the crook of his elbow. Her eyes opened and stayed on his face as he laid the cloth across her breasts, then picked up a plastic bottle and squirted liquid bodywash onto the fabric. “You’re gonna get your clothes wet,” she said weakly as he began to run the cloth over her body. “Don’t worry about that.” Her body felt half alive under the scrub cloth. It was as if the traces of other men on her skin held her in some kind of surreal stasis, and as the shreds of their presence washed away, there was that much more of her there, present inside herself. “God, that’s a fat cock,” she said huskily, stroking faster and faster until she was practically pounding his stalk with all her might. She brought her left hand back to massage his full balls again while the right continued flying up and down the shaft. “I want that nasty fucking spunk,” she ...
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