1. A Great Book Deserves an Orgasm


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    deeper. All the while my hands continued to run up and down her inner thighs, occasionally teasing at the patch of hair above her still hidden clit. Her voice cracked. I paused in my work and looked down at my tablet. I saw her hand go to her throat, her tongue flicked out, and she gulped. She let out a small laugh and repeated a previously line, “…’Soon… soon’….” The crowd was mesmerized by Karin as she read. On the tablet, I could see all fifteen of the chairs were filled and another ten people standing. Out the store window I could just make out people pushing to get inside. Back and forth we went. Me ministering, Karin reading, pausing, getting obviously aroused and the crowd hanging on her every word and action. I focused on the task at hand. After five minutes, the hard wood chair was dripping wet. The sweet musky smell of her was in my nose. She coated my tongue as I licked her swollen clit and covered my fingers as I slowly thrust two of them deep inside her. Every ten seconds or so her voice broke: sometimes a moan, more often a giggle and light laugh, but always her husky voice continued the reading. God, I was dripping myself and normally would have had no control and thrown her to the floor and not made love but fucked her like the Viking she was but not today. Today was for her, for her effort in promoting my book, for us. My mouth was ...
    full on her lips now, my tongue lapping up all the wetness pouring from her tight pussy. Three fingers of one hand were deep inside her. The other hand was holding back the hood over her clit while rapidly thumbing it. I couldn’t take the time to look at my screen to see her reaction but didn’t need to. Her legs had clamped around my head. On occasion I felt a hand come down and tousle my hair when she paused in her reading. She stopped speaking. I could hear her breath come in sharp intakes. Her legs began to quiver. I kept at it, thrusting with my fingers more rapidly, sucking on her lips and rubbing her swollen clit. Then both her hands grabbed the top of my head pressing me down and I felt her lower belly muscles roll. Her hips jerked and bashed my clamped head against the underside of the table. Bucking like a wild horse, she gasped out, “Ed!” and then slumped in the chair. My shield-maiden, purpose still in mind, managed in a harsh whisper, “And that ends the reading of John Ballinore’s new book, The Fae.” Three seconds went by and then uproarious applause broke out along with, “Bravo!” “Oh, my god!” “Jesus!” Down below, I took the moment of distraction to scramble out the back and crawl through the stacks, returning just as the crowd surged the table. Karin looked up at me and said, “A good book deserves a crowd. A great book deserves an orgasm!”
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