1. The Ghost of Paris Chapter 12: Afternoon At the Park & Epilogue: The Pink-Haired Girl


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to pussy, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Male / Females, Male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

    was tight, gripping my pecker like a two dollar hooker fisting me in a back alley, and she was, oh, so warm. I pillaged her, enjoying her squeals and grunts, and watching Tammy's conical tits bounce around. Cheryl-Lynn's dropped cell phone began blaring one of those boy band songs. “Shoot. That'd be Nate.” “Ignore it,” I grunted, pistoning inside her ass. “You're my slut. You can go back to him when I'm done with you and your sweet friend's cooches!” “Umm, sounds great!” “Oh, Lords! Oh, Lords, yes!” Tammy moaned. “Shoot! I'm gonna cum, Cheryl-Lynn! Oh my words, yes!” “Cum for me, baby! Let me drink all your sweet honey!” “Lord, yes!” Tammy screamed. Her entire body stiffened, face squeezing as she came as loud as a Tijuana firecracker. “Oh, baby!” Cheryl-Lynn groaned. “That was amazin'! You shoulda seen your pussy spasming about. Fuck, it was hot! Umm, gonna cum myself! Keep stirin' that monster up my ass! Just like that! Go harder! Oh, fuck!” “Cum, slut!” I grunted, pounding her cornhole hard. Our flesh slapped together. “Let me feel your slutty ass cum on my pecker like the dirty, little whore you are!” “Yes!” she groaned. Her ass clamped down on my pecker. I buried deep into her, letting her sweet ass massage my cock. My balls tightened, my body tensed. I whooped loud and unloaded! That wonderful, powerful release shooting out of my pecker and basting the little whore. “Hot damn, you got a tight cornhole, sweetness,” I grunted, pulling out. Then I gave her tight rear a ...
    slap. Tammy stood and pulled up her jean shorts. “Hey now!” I objected. “Didn't tell you to put your shorts back on. Get your ass out of the stall, peel them off, and get down on the floor. I wanna give your cooch a twirl.” “A'ight,” she smiled, slipping past Cheryl-Lynn who still lay panting on the floor. She looked down at the cement floor, grimacing. I goosed her ass. “Get them jean shorts off and get down on the floor. Wanna fuck your cooch, sweetness!” Tammy's phone blared in her jean pocket. She reached for it, but I knocked her hand away. “Right,” she nodded. “We're yours for 'while longer.” “Abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely, sweetness. Now get them shorts off, before I tear them off, and whoop your ass for good measure.” Her fingers unsnapped her jeans, then she wiggled out of them. Her panties were pink, bikini cut, and spotted with her juices. Her flip-flops came off with her shorts, her small toes wiggling on the cold concrete. She gingerly sat down and stretched out, and spread those lush thighs wide open for me. “Cheryl-Lynn, why don't you go and sit that purtee, little cooch of yours right on your friend's face.” Almost in a blur, the laughing brunette rushed to her friend and squatted down on her. She rubbed her juicy cooch on Tammy's lips, and threw her arm over her head like she was a cowgirl spinning a lasso. “Ride that filly!” I chuckled. “Umm, she's a spirited ride!” My pecker was ready, thank Astarte for her gift, even if it did come with some cryptic, bullshit ...
«12...678...1112»