Time to Unwind: Samantha vs. Her Horny Wet Pussy - Sex Stories

Time to Unwind: Samantha vs. Her Horny Wet Pussy

... shied away from, even at the start of her sexual exploration, was making sure her pussy was nice and stuffed. The majority of her early years consisted of her locked away in her second floor room on her laptop with a nice thick water bottle jammed inside her. The fat jailbait cutie wasn’t happy unless her young tight pussy could be tended to. Most of the challenges faced by such a reclusive nymphomaniac was remembering to eat and if she should sit at the dinner table with her improvised toys inserted. One time she made the mistake of coming down to the table with a stress ball rolled into her. Unfortunately she shot downstairs in a hurry to appease her nagging mother without even considering taking out one of her favorite playthings. Needless to say she struggled through supper with the soft ball caressing her vaginal walls. When her eyes started to cross and sweat started rolling down her back due to the unsolicited titillation she knew she had to get out of there before she creamed right in front of mommy and daddy. She almost didn’t make it upstairs into her room! She ran upstairs and slammed the door behind her. Her large body fell into bed violently as she struggled out of a tangle of sweatpants and soaked panties. She swung her legs wide open just as her pussy started contracting shooting the rather large stress ball across the room and into her anime collectibles knocking them all to the floor. While the orgasm was one of the more memorable ones she still had a good ...

... cry over breaking one of her favorite Japanese heroes and slathering him in vaginal discharge. Three fingers were enough to start with, but she knew that her pussy could handle much more. Her back arched forward and she threw her head back violently like lightning struck her. Her mouth hung open as she whined in pleasure. “Yes. Fuck yes. I needed this so bad” she said outward as she slowly f***ed her fingers in and out of her own slimy twat. She could now hear the gurgle and slosh of the motion in between her perfect fat thighs. Still, it wasn’t enough. Her hand was wedged tightly between her legs enclosed by two layers of confining fabric. Her legs struggled to part but were limited to the small space of the driver seat. She let out a violent growl in a huff of vexation before completely withdrawing her working hand. Samantha was close to losing herself like she promised not to, and in a moment of reflection on her behavior her fingers made their way to her sweet curled lips. The taste of her own womanhood made Samantha practically faint into passion. Her eyes rolled back dramatically as she took a moment to really savor the buttery flavor of her simmering pussy. When she came to from the ether of her potent juices she could see that the windows had fogged during her struggle to achieve orgasm. Her heavy breaths and the vigorous activity really steamed up the place. “I can’t see a thing out there” she thought squinting at the windshield. She was teetering on edge about not ...