Derelict - Sex Stories

Derelict

... to devour you from your navel to the beginning of that split on your back. And those feet that you pretty up so nice in the summertime, I need to suck every toe, and then feel the wetness of all ten against my cock. Then, I need to squeeze and feed on those melons you flaunt on the street as if you’re selling something. Finally, I need that pretty little mouth of yours to engage in a face fucking like you’ve never experienced in your life.” With both hands, he latched onto my face. “But I need to be fu...” And he promptly shut down my requests by resting his mouth on my mouth. Grinding and pressing underway, he guided his tongue along the outline of my lips twice before slithering inside to meet my tongue. Tongue chases lead to top lip sucks. Upper lip sucks lead to lower lip bites. Nibbling and licking made me squirm and buck in a fury to catch my prey off guard. However, Adam wasn’t falling for it, he was the predator. He released his rule over my mouth and began his journey down my body, fulfilling every need he’d expressed earlier. He lapped and kissed a trail from my titty to my kitty. Breast kneading, nipple pinching, and skin marking gave way to a body tasting. My body offered saltiness from my sweat paired with sweetness from my honey. Kitty’s wings opened on the first tongue flick, and my gem came out of hiding, an amuse-bouche for Adam. A devouring in one mouthful, one movement sparked a massive eruption in my loins. Adam didn’t permit one minute to recoup from my ...

... convulsion; he licked his way down my right thigh and my calf until he reached my foot. He lathered every toe with his dribble, as promised, with slow purposed circular laps that tickled and awakened places I’d been unable to reach during my self-love sessions. He sandwiched his cock between my feet. He held a grip on my toes and a press so tight on my arches, that when he sawed he began leaking milky white: an amuse-bouche for me. Adam painted my mouth with his cream. Upon taste, the modicum was sugary and suggested that pineapples must have been included in his street intake. The sample made me eager for the face fuck. I expected him to latch onto my head with both hands again, but he allowed me to lead. “I’m doing this first, but I need my kitten pounded when I get finished. Agreed?” “Mm hmm, agreed, Miss,” he responded while propping my back with an extra pillow. He straddled me and pointed his gun. Although the barrel was right in my face, I launched my attack on the underside of his sack. I sowed butterfly kisses and soft licks. I planted gentle sucks and faint nibbles. With double-handed grasps and twists, I massaged and manipulated his barrel while maintaining my oral position. I sowed, planted, massaged, manipulated, and watered Adam well until I reaped shots of warm emulsion. “Miss,” Adam yelled out as he came. “Fuck me now!” Adam backed down my body, opened my legs, and laid his barrel, the tip at my opening, “Miss!” “Yes, fuck me! Do it to me now!” I needed to feel ...