Ethan and Chanel 35 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 35

... the most I've gotten of her in days. I'm like a fumbling junkie getting his next fix. Chanel keeps her hands in my hair as I move lower, nipping at her breasts peeking out of her shirt. When I reach her toned stomach, I lift her shirt out of my way, licking her there too. She's already panting heavily, and I grab her legs to hook them over my shoulders, going even lower. My lips make it to her abdomen, and I see her mound is smooth besides a thin line of neatly shaved hair trailing to her pussy. Oh my fucking god. I move my mouth over her hot spot, and finally slide my tongue out to taste her. Chanel grabs my head and moans loudly, making the rock in my jeans impossibly harder. I ignore my needs and focus every ounce of my attention on her unimaginably delicious pink slit. Starting with slow strokes, I lick and suck at her labia, relishing the taste. My hands caress her hips and her ass, holding her in front of me while she moans uncontrollably. She gets even louder when I softly pinch her clit between my lips and pull. Over and over, I suck and tease her sensitive bundle of nerves, loving the noises she makes, and the motion of her hips. "Uhhn, please don't stop," Chanel moans, and my heart pounds. Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere. I'm so fucking turned on as I eat between her thighs; a part of her body I know very well, and love very much. My own personal food group. I push her thighs apart even further, and start hungrily ravishing every inch of her. My tongue ...

... licks from her ass up to her clit, not missing one spot in between, and she loves it. I eat her like this is the first time, which in one way is true enough. Chanel is mine alone, and I'm hers, and that's finally being demonstrated sexually. That thought alone drives me further, and I plunge my tongue into her pussy. I keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss one moment of how insanely beautiful my girl looks when I'm pleasing her. Every inch of her body is impossibly perfect, writhing on the couch. She has just the right curves for her prime age of twenty four, and they're tighter than a teenager's. Her gorgeous face is twisted with gratification, and every time she looks down and sees me watching her, she licks her lips. I want this to last forever, but I can tell she's getting close when I latch onto her clit and flick her. "Ahhh more baby, please," Chanel purrs, and I feel my balls tighten from her words. She doesn't use that term of endearment too often, so it makes it even more special when she does. What we're doing and knowing she's mine, and hearing her call me that pushes me dangerously close to losing my shit. I very seriously consider pulling my dick out as she humps my face, but before long, it's too late. With her clit in my mouth and my head in her hands, Chanel convulses into an orgasm, and I push my fingers into her, dying to feel it. "Oh my god baby, harder," Chanel begs, and I push my lips against her clit as she fucks my face, stroking her g-spot. I can't get ...