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Fifteen Years without Parole

Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.9, Source: sexstories.com

every inch of my cock. Her lips pressed together, then parted in a sigh. "Best part of the night, right there." "It's still early. We've got..." I pulled back slightly, then drove forward up to the hilt. "...A long way to go." Pam rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself." "Look at me." I punctuated the reminder with another long, smooth stroke, one hand on her waist, the other curling around towards the heat between her legs. "I want to watch your face." "Creepy motherfffff..." Her jaw clenched as my fingertips found her clit. But her eyes didn't move. "Sisterfucker, I think, is more appropriate." Stroke. Stroke. I tried to relax, to keep it slow and deliberate. "Unless there was..." Stroke, and this time I held it, every bit of my length inside of her, pulling her towards me for a long few seconds. "...Deeper meaning to that phrase?" "One more pun and you're sleeping on the couch tonight." "Fair enough." I watched her face—the parted lips, the rhythmic exhalations timed to my thrusts. The momentarily squeezed-shut eyes as I pressed with my fingers. I'd gotten pretty good at reading her lately, but being able to see her from behind like this was uncharted territory. And only about half my attention was on Pam's expression, anyway. The other half was fighting the instinct to drop all pretense and pound as hard and fast as I could, to give in to pleasure and biology and just thrust until— I stopped. Caught myself right on the edge. Focused on breathing. In. Out. In... ... "Something wrong?" ...Out. "The opposite." Bit down on my cheek, hard. I tried to save that for important situations; might not be good to convince my brain that mouth pain and orgasms went together. Might make dentist visits easier, though. "Give me a second. You doing okay?" "I was, until you stopped." She raised an eyebrow. "Awfully deliberate tonight, aren't you?" "Is that code for 'slow'?" I kept a finger lazily circling her clit; no reason both of us should have to reset. "I thought that was a good thing." "Just wanted to make sure you're keeping an eye on the clock. No bitchy waitresses at home, after all." "Well, there's one, at least." "Listen, trashdick, you—" Her voice cut off, lips jammed against each other, as I started to move again. Not sure how long I'd hold out, but I'd bought myself some time. "Sorry, what was that?" "I said you're a literal pile of garbage, a useless—" A sharp inhalation, almost a yelp, as I caught sensitive skin between thumb and forefinger. "Fuck you." Her breath was ragged, heavy, syncopated against the movements of my hand and dick. "That's the plan." I felt myself speed up. Couldn't help myself. Sweat was beading down my back and the room was stifling and it was all good, too good. "Ten seconds." "Pressure. And faster." Familiar phrases, clipped short with mere essentials. She was close, and like hell I was going to finish before she did or I'd never live it down. My fingers dug in, pushing hard on her nub as I picked up the pace of my ...