The Incubus' Wife: A Party Gone Wild - Sex Stories

The Incubus' Wife: A Party Gone Wild

SWEET, OLD DADDY’S BIRTHDAY He glances at me silently and calmly. I can feel it that he wishes to state something to me. I have no small idea what this will be about. We are both undressed right here on our bed—I myself lying beneath him, and he is sprawled carelessly on top of me. I hold his face with my both two hands, and it is then that he questions me, “Have I made you orgasm yet, Emma? I want you to be truthful and open with me.” My response is upfront, direct rather. “You have triumphed to do just that, Mason. But I want you to bash me again one last time. Will you happily do it, my sweet love?” It seems to make him thrilled and convinced with himself. He hurriedly presses himself down on me and ten mildly and leniently batters his lips against mine, slithering his hand up my legs so that he can make it to my vagina and pierce and jab his way inside with his skilled fingers. I pant and gulp down, tickled and satisfied with his deed and the way that he is eyeballing fixedly down at me. I reach up for his lips, hauling and dragging myself upwards so that I can touch his pleasant lips with mine and more importantly sweep and graze them. He continues digging and stabbing his fingers deep into my vagina, and my hips beneath swing and rock in an excited-like rhythm as he does this. I sling my head high up into the air, seeking to breathe coolly and impassively but failing to do so. My hands grasp the two margins of our giant, grand bed. I at last shove my head and hair ...

... behind me and then stare straightly at Mason. He peeks back at me mildly. I pull and break my legs apart so that my clitoris yawns intimately open. Even my dear vagina can be seen down there. She is all a brilliant pink and fast transforming to crimson as I become more aroused. First, Mason prods her cautiously and lightly with his finger, and then he positions himself between my legs while he carries his intact erect dick into his hand. Taking his time steadily, he places the head of his erection into my clitoris and breathes out in pure thrill and exhilaration. He is killing me with massive, electrifying pleasure already. What have I done to deserve all this? While he slants and relaxes himself down on me, I let myself plummet down to the bed and imagine what delightful and beautiful trance I am going to plunge straight into this time around. Mason whacks in and out of me, unhurriedly and in his own leisure and style. Spills of sweat start to stream down my forehead and face. Not only this. I can as well feel sweat slide its way down my back and even my legs. When I orgasm all of sudden without a slice of a warning, I see Mason who is right here before my eyes become hazy and fuzzy-like. It is all plain straightforward that my eyes are fooling me. But then I really am not that bothered or molested. The sky is gradually blackening. Night is fast moving towards us. I stand here before the glass-shaped wall, goggling outside when in fact I am so lost and disappeared into secret ...