SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE - Sex Stories

SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... two. Five times and five different positions were tried, but this was the best. Anyway, Ursula liked to be on top. She slammed her knees down into the bed and lifted her hips up, sliding well enough off Tyson's thick ramrod to reveal it to the light. It glistened with its double coats of cunt paint and cock lacquer. It looked especially full and shone a beautiful color of crimson. It made a superb contrast to Ursula's shrimp pink cunt and dark shiny pussy hair. Ursula was especially proud of her cunt hair. She even shampooed it. She loved to brush it under the lamplight while her fiance stroked his dick and looked on in admiration. It was her every desire to convince Tyson Williamson, the third that he had indeed picked the freshman queen of Balfour University as his intended. She led him around by the scent of her pussy. And he followed, gladly. Ursula twisted around and grabbed her boyfriend's hot, trembling balls. They were like two coconuts. Average length dick or not, his balls were the beefiest she had ever encountered. And who the hell cared how long it was if it was this fucking wide. Christ, it was as thick as her wrist was... flaccid. "There," she said and slid her curvaceous hips back down over his throbbing member and fucked it till it vibrated like a tuning fork. Up and down, she rode his stick. Back and forth. In and out. Hotter, wetter, faster, harder... In and out. The bulge of his man prick shone like a luminescent fist as it jutted out from his muscular, ...

... rippling washboard stomach. Ursula sailed down on it again and pounded her thighs into his. "MMmmmm!!!!!" Tyson moaned as he mouthed her nipple. "Harder!!!!" Ursula sang out and stuffed her tits full in his face. His cock ablaze with desire, Tyson grabbed both of his girlfriend's nipples and stuffed them into his mouth. He had to bite on them a bit to keep them anchored inside, but that seemed to get him off. He'd never known a girl like her... so a****l and sensual. And best of all... she couldn't get enough sex. That suited him fine. If only his wang could hold out for a few more minutes... long enough to get her off. Ursula always took a long time to come. The girl atop him gripped her nails into his shoulders and wore herself out on top of his stick. She pumped her hips up and down and flung them sideways. She whirled them around in circles and pumped some more. She set her bare feet up on his muscular chest and strummed her bulging clit as she let him fuck her to a screaming, orgiastic climax. In and out. Up and down. Harder and faster. Deeper and longer. Hotter and wetter. Until... "Ooooooooh!" she began to wail. It was the sign he had been waiting for. At last, Ursula was coming. She ran her fingers up and down the full length of her ruffled pink cuntal lips as fast as the speed of light. She moaned louder. "Yeah, oh, yeah!!!!" Tyson grunted as he, too, felt his balls pump their load of man spunk into his peckerwood chute. He couldn't have held his juice back longer if ...