Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression - Sex Stories

Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression

... boxers. Julianne’s eyes widened with shock when she saw his massive member. She instinctually wanted to go to her knees before him, but was able unable to. TJ grabbed her face once more, covering her mouth with his, reaching around her back to unzip her skirt, assisting her with sliding it down. His hands gripped her ass for a moment before sliding her bikini bottom panties down to her knees, allowing Julianne to step out of them, their mouths never leaving each other’s. TJ guided her onto her back on the mattress behind her. Hovering over her, he pushed her legs apart, sliding his hand up her thigh, over her knee, his massive cockhead resting on her lower stomach, kissing her neck. Julianne moaned, running her fingers up and down his muscular back, locking her feet around his equally muscular butt, guiding him in. “Oh TJ,” She whimpered, feeling him enter her, stretching her soaking wet pussy. He said nothing, continuously kissing her neck, her head turned to the side, offering it to him. “All the way in,” she whispered to him. She felt his long shaft seemingly take minutes to make its way all to the entrance of her cervix. “Ahhh, yes,” TJ moaned, holding still when he reached his destination. “You feel so good, so tight,” he looked into her pleasure contorted face, staring deeply into her blue eyes, and then kissing her once more. TJ began slowly sliding in an out of her, gently, lovingly, pushing his cock in as far as it would go, relishing her moans of pleasure. Julianne ...

... never thought she’d be on her back in her bed with a man that night. She found sober sex far more enjoyable, thoughts of her ex-husband’s affair dissolving with each methodically slow thrust from TJ. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back into her head, her hands clasped around his neck, kissing him, loving the way his large rod stretched her pussy and gently banged against her cervix. “You’re doing ok?” TJ asked. “Uh huh,” Julianne managed to get out in between moans. “Cum for me, Julianne. I want to feel your pussy contract around me,” TJ whispered in her ear, licking and sucking her ear lobe. She couldn’t not climax if she tried. His cock, his words, his touch, she lost control, her pussy starting to spasm on his thick, long, shaft. “Ahhh!” she cried out, clutching his back, holding him tightly against her. Her body shook and convulsed under him, her arms eventually going weak, sliding off his body, her legs following shortly after. “Cum again, please,” TJ begged, rolling over to his back, taking her with him. Julianne was straddling him now. He sat up on the bed to catch her, to hold her, to feel her climax again when she was ready. “So deep,” she moaned, her arms around his shoulders, slowly grinding her clit against him, her wild, untrimmed bush, meeting his equally untrimmed forest of pubic hair. Within minutes of slowly grinding him, she was cumming once more, shaking in his arms, her vaginal juices trailing down to his massive testicles. Julianne could barely speak, ”Your, ...