Showing posts with label Hand Job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hand Job. Show all posts

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Erin


Erin

Her mind and heart were racing at a breakneck speed.  It was hard for her to hold back a mounting scream as she was being stretched to perfection.  The smooth glide of yet another rigid man within her velvet heat was almost unbearable but no way in hell did she want it to stop.  Between pants and gasps she struggled to keep up with everything that was happening.  She looked down at the engorged cock she was fisting and smiled long and wide with a wicked and lusty grin.  She then leaned to her right and smashed her lips against yet another man’s mouth.  Her tongue flicked out and greedily searched for his, swallowing it hungrily when it finally entered her mouth. 

She was being consumed and abused from every angle possible and she loved every last dirty second of it.  Half an hour ago this was a room full of jokes, male pride and insinuations but now it was her fantasy and unheard of imaginings come true.  The dares came fast and quick and she matched each one with her own request.  She never thought it would lead to three men accomplishing her every carnal desire, all at the same time.  Her innocence was lost the moment she stepped into the room but she would have not guessed this was how the night would end up.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Fireworks

He melts against me, lost in my slippery touch.  The muscles on his back tighten against my skin and I smile knowing I have taken him somewhere between fantasy and heaven.  My rhythm remains slow and steady as I watch my hand slide along his length.  His breaths are rapid and his moans of "yes" and "don’t stop" are often.  I excite, as small drops of nectar form at his tip, quickening my pace while swirling a finger across his helmet, coaxing his end.  His legs tighten and buck and soon I am rewarded with fireworks of creamy white.


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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Grasp

She sat naked above me, her hands skillfully travelling my length up and down, stopping occasionally to tease my tip.  She bit her lip and smiled.  “Don’t move” she whispered as she spit into her hand, slickening her grasp a little bit more.  As I tried to play with her exposed heat she moved my hand away.  “I am in charge” she said quickening her pace with determination.  I bucked against her warm palm when she began using both hands.  She knew I was close.  When I finally erupted, covering myself and her hands, she smiled at her success.


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