Summer In the Ozarks - Sex Stories

Summer In the Ozarks

... breasts. “What’s that?” She pulled her arms back and sat up slightly on her elbows, rising from the mattress but still covering herself with the sheet. “I want you to make it hard,” she replied seductively. “Really?” She nodded her head as she licked her lips. “I want you to put it in your hand and make it big.” He smiled seductively. As her eyes followed, his hand reached down to his cock and his fingers wrapped about its soft, warm skin. It was still flaccid from the time spent time in the shower, but it was clean and ready. He squeezed it gently with his fingers, and tugged on it, pulling it downward. She watched in delight, staring at it as she continued to lick her lips. “More,” she demanded. He squeezed his shaft harder now, deep in his fist. It began to grow and fill as the blood began to course through the veins in his cock. He tugged and jerked, and his hips inadvertently swayed forward and back like a pendulum. “Yes,” she insisted. Her voice was becoming thicker with lust and desire as she watched him stroke himself, just for her. His cock grew and thickened, and he began to give it quick, sharp jerks. She licked her lips and slowly leaned closer, staring at his warm manhood. “Jerk your cock for me, Baby,” she insisted. “I love to watch you milk your beautiful pipe.” His hand moved faster now, forcing his cock to grow larger and firmer. He reached down with his other hand and took his testicles into his palm, massaging them like dough. Silvia began to breathe ...

... deeply. Her eyelids fluttered and she lowered herself to the mattress, lying on her side. She pulled herself closer to his throbbing cock, close enough for his manly aroma to fill her senses. She began moaning softly as she whipped away the sheet, revealing her naked body. “More,” she begged between moans of delight. Her hands flowed down her body as he continued to jerk his cock for her, a willing labor of love. They slithered downward, across her stomach, to the thin patch of soft hair above her mound. The tips of her fingers parted the folds of her slit and slowly worked their way inside, drenched in her excited wetness. They moved in and out, mimicking Cal ’s hand on his cock, as her dampness coated her digits. “Lick your fingers,” he said as he stroked back and forth. “I want you to taste yourself.” She obediently did as she was told. Her fingers slipped inside of her pussy until they were well coated, then she withdrew and raised them to her face. She stared at the glistening wetness in soft delight, and then she raised her fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out and gently touched the tip of her index finger like a kitten testing a mother’s teat. Cal watched with growing excitement as she pulled her tongue back inside of her mouth, obviously pleased with the warm taste. “Yes, Baby,” he insisted in a thick voice. He stroked his shaft harder for her now, squeezing with his tight fist. He could feel his cock growing hard in his hand, and both excited him greatly. She looked ...