Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality - Sex Stories

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... holes to be happy." He spank her again, her gasping turns into a low moan. She hears me spit; my cock sliding easily through her abused little hole. She presses back with her hips to meet my thrusts, her knees planted on the floor and her hips lifted a few inches. I mount her pushing her down as the full length of my shaft slides home, my balls gently slapping against her thighs. A small movement, as my chest is on her back, my mouth at her ear. " I want to feel your tight little asshole spasm when you cum." I thrust deeper into her, again. Confident she wouldn't fall over, she reaches backward to her clit, her middle and ring finger immediately finding the sweet spot rubbing tight little circles. She screams wordlessly, her hips bouncing off my thighs as my thrusts quicken. She desperately wants something in her cunt, raking over her G-spot to throw her over the edge. Irritated, she howls, throwing her hips back to meet me as she races to her orgasm. She needs this. Her body screaming at her, her joints aching and her ass on fire, as she continues. Fuck, her fingers circling her clit furiously. " Cum, you dirty whore. Cum with my cock raping your ass." She fell forward, a massive orgasm rolling through her body, making her back arch and her hands grab at the carpet. Her head whipping from front to back, bouncing off the pillow, her eyes remainclosed. Her orgasm is filled with her hoarse swearing that quickly turns to garble. Her hips bucking and her legs kicking as the ...

... orgasm over whelms her. A second wave rocks her body. The spasms of her asshole coupled with her screams, sends me over the edge; I bottom out in her ass and came hard, filling her ass with cum with as I groan. I feel her trying to pull away, her body rejecting me as she became over-sensitive, I didn't move. I release her neck, my thumb circling gently on her clit. Her body spasms as electricity floods it. I grin, pulling out of her ass. Her hand resting on her pussy to block it from further stimulation; I push her hand aside, leaning down taking a long lick of her fresh juice. Her body shuddering as my tongue delves into her gushing pussy, lapping at her juices as her body thrashes. Her head whipping from left to right, her fingers trying to grip the carpet with white knuckles, as another orgasm crashes over her as I skillfully stroke her bud with my tongue. She pulls away, her hand covering her pussy again, as her legs close tight around it. She falls to her side, curling up in the fetal position, her breathing and occasional swearing the only signs that she is conscious. I lay down behind her on my side. She greets my presence with a soft sigh. My hand runs down her arm, slipping down to cup her breast. She shudders at my touch, then stretches out, lining her body up with mine. I pull her closer, my chest pressing to her back. I toy with her nipple, my lips covering her exposed shoulder in light kisses. Her free hand runs over my forearm, catching my wrist and pulling it ...