The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 2/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya: Back in Bonds; Chapter 2/15

... to her anal opening. Then she dropped down on her elbows and arched her back, causing her ass to stick out further in the air. Danior took position behind her and placed his knob-end at her asshole. He pushed in gently and Valeriya felt her sphincter stretch and swallow him smoothly. The Cincuman grabbed her hips and began to thrust himself in and out of her—slowly at first, but gathering speed gradually. Valeriya matched him stroke for stroke. She’d push her ass back and gobble up his erection whole, then grind her heavenly mounds on his belly before tightening her sphincter and rectum around his hardness and pulling back, effectively milking him. Valeriya could tell Danior didn’t want to rush things. He wanted to savor her. And she respected that. She was enjoying herself too. He gripped her hips harder, fingernails unintentionally biting into her skin, but that only heightened her pleasure. Valeriya moaned and kept milking his stick. “You like that?” she looked back at him over her shoulder and asked in her huskily melodious voice. “Like my ass?” The Cincuman nodded heartily. He was sweating profusely. “Ever put it in a girl’s fanny before?” she cooed. Danior shook his head. His eyes were glued to the spot where his manhood kept disappearing inside the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. “I always wanted to. But not one would let me.” He bit his lips in concentration, not wanting to ejaculate too soon and shame himself. “Are you going to tell your friends about what you ...

... did to me?” Valeriya asked, still bouncing her ass on the bottom of his abdomen. “No!” the Cincuman cried indignantly, finally breaking his gaze from her ass and looking at her face. “Why? Are you ashamed of me?” Valeriya teased. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” “No!” again he cried, this time rather wretchedly. “You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He had stopped thrusting. “Oh? And you’ve seen many pretty girls?” Valeriya pulled her ass back and slammed it back on his groin, goading him into motion again. His scratchy pubes felt wonderfully itchy on her sweaty skin. Valeriya reached between her legs with a hand to seek out her pleasure-pearl. She started rubbing her sopping pussy with frantic fingers. Danior tightened his grip on the lissome blonde’s hips and proceeded to skewer her rear end again. He was a smart lad; he had picked up on her game. “I’ve been to Dolne a couple of times … walked the streets of the red-lantern district at the night of King Maxim’s Day.” He grunted and slammed into her hard. He was fucking her harder now. “I think I’ve seen a few.” Dolne’s red-lantern district, where the most exquisite and exotic beauties of the known world are available for rent—or sale, if you despise your paternal fortune so—for an hour or a day, whatever you wish. And the night of King Maxim’s Day—Laski’s national day—was when only the very best are displayed on the bordello windows. ’Tis quite a complement if the titch spoke the truth. And not to sound too conceited, ...