1. Mile High Sluts - Part 2 of 2


    Date: 11/24/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    the edge of the cushion and splayed her thighs. Next to us, Antonio had stood up too, and Amelia was helping him out of his clothes. A hand buried itself in my hair and guided my mouth to the waiting pussy. My tongue travelled upwards through velvety folds, and a spicy, lovely, divine taste coated it. My own pussy greeted the taste with a gush of moisture, and for a short, crazy moment I wondered if I was getting addicted to pussy. But then a soft, thick, hot something pressed against my opening and pushed its way inside me, and I knew that it wasn’t just pussy I craved. I moaned into Cosima’s folds, which my tongue licked and stroked while Antonio’s cock impaled me. Applause sounded from close by. People had gotten up from their seats and were standing in a half-circle around us. “Do you like hard?” Cosima inquired, slightly pulling on my hair to guide my head an inch away from her delightful snatch. “Hard, and then some,” I gasped. She smashed my mouth against her pussy again, and her husband pounded his cock inside me. I cried out in delight. Antonio’s thighs slapped against mine and I felt his balls against my pussy lips. His hands gripped my hips, and soon he was pistoning his cock into my pussy as if there was no tomorrow. Cosima guided my head with uncaring precision, rocking her hips against my mouth and making me lick and tongue-fuck her the way she needed it. My arousal went through the roof. There were fingers on my breasts, stroking and caressing, pinching my ...
    nipples and twirling them. I came, almost at the same time as Cosima, but they didn’t slow down the slightest. We were a shaking, rocking mess of moans and grunts, of slurping and slapping sounds, and I whimpered in delirious pleasure into the Italian woman’s soft, hot pussy. I came again a minute later, my pussy walls clutching Antonio’s cock and feeling every little ridge along it’s stiffness, and he pounded deep inside one last time, then dug his fingernail into my hips and filled me with his cum, spurt after throbbing spurt. Cosima’s hand slowly unclenched, and I wavered to the side, laying me cheek against her soft thigh. Antonio pulled his cock from my dripping, burning hot snatch, making us both moan from the over-stimulation. The Italian woman leaned down, still slightly out of breath, and picked up the end of my leash. “That was a nice introduction,” she told Amelia. “How long can we keep her?” Keep me? I looked up at Amelia, who winked at me. “Bring her back for breakfast. Oh, and see that she gets a few hours of sleep.” “As if Antonio could last this long,” Cosima said with mock indignation. “He can’t. You, on the other hand…” “Ah, bene. I will be good,” she gave in, wrapping an arm around her naked husband and pulling him upright. She gave the leash a short tug. “Come, bella.” She had the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman, I realized as I crawled behind the couple towards a lovely little wooden cabin, and a perfectly shaped bum. “Tell me, bella,” she suddenly ...
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