1. Wedding Cake Island - Part 2


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Spike’s head, thighs clamped over his ears and ankles crossed in the middle of his back, using them as a lever to push her pussy into his face and making the slow, teasing pussy licking that I taught him impossible. I felt an immediate change in Rupali when he started to use his tongue, running it up and down her slit and probing inside her entrance. She arched her back and rolled her hips in time with him, moaning encouragement and letting out squeals of passion and surprise as he probed more deeply, forcing his insistent tongue down her love canal. She broke away from sucking my nipple and gasped “No more! Please, fuck me now.” Spike chose not to fulfil this request; at least not yet. He withdrew his tongue and moved up to her clitoris, sucking and licking to the increasingly frantic cries from Rupali, who was quickly approaching orgasm. I let him continue for another thirty seconds or so and then reached down to touch his cheek, reminding him that it was time to replace the tongue with dick. Rupali unlocked her ankles as Spike pulled back and then flipped them up over his shoulders. He moved up, straddling the surfboard, until the underside of his hard shaft rested against her steaming, wet slit. He leaned forwards, resting against her legs and cupped her breasts with both hands, stroking the nipples and soaking up the moonlit view of this naked Indian goddess folded beneath him and offering him complete access to her supple young body. I moved forwards as well, ...
    positioning my own pussy over Rupali’s face as I reached down and took hold of Spike’s manhood, guiding the tip between the gaping inner folds of her pussy lips. As Spike pushed forwards, I pulled his cock away so that instead of sliding deep into Rupali’s core, his length ploughed through her slit and over her engorged clitoris, all the way from the tip to the balls. Rupali cried out in equal parts passion and frustration, arching her back and quivering with the sensation of his hardness rubbing over her clit. Spike pulled back and once again I positioned his cock at her entrance, stirring it around to get it coated in her juices. Spike looked into my eyes and I tipped him a wink. Trust me . He experimentally pumped his hips forwards a few inches; once again I shifted his cock so that the tip ran through her slit and touched her clitoris. He pulled slowly back and forth, letting me control his cock as he ran it between Rupali’s silky lips and around her bulging clit. After half a dozen strokes Rupali was crying for Spike to fuck her, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes and trickling down her cheeks and over my thighs. On the next back-stroke I squeezed his cock as a signal and pushed the tip back down her lips and over her entrance. Without hesitation, Spike pushed all the way forward, burying his seven inches in her womanhood in a single stroke, crying out himself at the furnace heat as her molten core first parted and then contracted tightly around his iron shaft. Rupali ...
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