A Call with Francois – My True Story - Sex Stories

A Call with Francois – My True Story

... white two-seater sofa that looked lived in, and I know exactly what to do with it. As he sat on the sofa, his cock, oh my, his cock reared its bulbous uncircumcised head. I licked my lips as I knelt between his legs, took his thick shaft in my hand and fed it slowly between my tightly closed lips as my tongue slithered from side to side inside my hot, wet mouth. He groaned in pleasure at the sensation of my lips and tongue, assaulting his manhood. His hands grabbed the arms of the sofa and squeezed tight, his ass pushed off the cushion slightly, his cock inched deeper into my mouth, almost choking me as his mushroom head butted the back of my throat. I moved back and forth gently, grazed my teeth along his length, felt his veins throb with every pass as my tongue pressed up and massage his penis against the roof of my mouth. I looked up into his face, and I imagined he would have his eyes closed by now, or he could keep his eyes open to watch as his cock appear and disappear between my lips, my saliva glistened on his skin from the sunlight streaming through the open door, which led into his lush green, high-walled garden, no prying eyes can see in. My head bopped back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his stiff rod filling my mouth, before I take him out with a loud pop, kissed and lick my way from his groin, up his taunt stomach, to his not-so-hairy chest, nibbled his nipples before kissing his neck, and finding his lips. Our tongues danced and meshed, saliva dribbled ...

... from the corner of my mouth as I tasted him. His arms wrapped themselves around my waist as I slowly straddled his lap. His cock nestled between our bodies, my pussy wet and steaming with my hot nectar. I gyrated against his throbbing rod, my lower lips enveloped his cock and drenched his meaty pole with my juice; Francois panted and squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands. I levered my pussy away from his lap, our lower parts sticky with sweat and my lubricant. I grabbed his cock in my hand and steadily fed his rearing manhood into my waiting love canal as our gazes held and locked. We groaned simultaneously, and took deep breaths as he plunged all the way to the hilt, my molten core spasm and contracted around his girth. My C-cup breasts bounced up and down as I rode his cock. I leaned back slightly, held the back of his head to move his mouth down to my nipples. I begged him breathlessly to bite them hard and use his tongue on them as he does. He obeyed without further ado, and bit my nipples just the way I liked it, I can feel the sensation shot straight down to my clit, which in turn made me ride his cock faster and faster, my ass slapping his thighs. I wanted to feel his cum inside my pussy so badly, my womb edged closer to the orgasm I had been craving. His glans grazed over and over my G-spot, his helmet butted against my cervix, and I no longer wanted to wait for his cum, but boy, I want his semen to fill my cavern. I demanded that he cum with me and in my mind, he did. He ...