Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... her back. He ground against her a handful of times, imagining how good it would feel to puncture her tight bum. He knew she'd take it, drunk with lust now she was warmed up and open to anything, however depraved. Especially while she was still drifting on the tail of her orgasm. Aligning his cock with her puckered and now wet rosebud he pressed forward, feeling the head begin to split her. He released her neck, slid his hands down her voluptuous curves and planted his hands on her cheeks, widening them as he worked the tip inside her murky rear. Barely a centimetre in, he prepared for the natural resistance, pressing insistently to break her seal, dirty thoughts racing. A few more millimetres in, she snapped out of her reverie, twisted away from his grip and shook her head, sinking to her knees instead. As if to reinforce his profile she swiftly engulfed his length that had seconds earlier been probing her arse. Ryan groaned. She really was a dirty slut. "Clean it." She did, sliding almost the entire seven inches to the back of her throat, controlling the gag reflex like she'd done it a hundred times before and looking up at him obediently. So fucking sexy. He swelled inside her hot mouth and grabbed her head to pull her further. She shut her eyes as he filled her, allowing her to surface only when he yanked her face away, watching her gasp for air. Her fresh make-up had started to run from the corner of her eye, lips shiny with spit. Most girls would give up. Imogen ...

... instead opened her mouth just enough, and plunged back onto his rod, right to the base. "Fuck Imogen, you're gonna make me come." She redoubled her efforts, rolling her head to wiggle the tip of his cock against the back of her throat, gagging slightly. He inhaled sharply. "I want your arse right now." Pulling away roughly, eyes now streaming and thick strings of spit looping between their bodies, she breathed, "Another time. Come now." She ran both hands across his slippery cock, encasing it in one fist and pumping, the other sliding to cup his balls, feeling him tighten. She fixed him a lust-filled stare. "I never finished my breakfast." Tipping her head back, she opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, jacking the tip of him against it. Their eyes stayed connected, the want in her eyes palpable as he felt his orgasm rising. "Oh yeah, just like that." Her hand rapidly slid along the length of his glossy shaft and he felt her massaging his balls. There was no way he could resist. "Yesss. Gonna come. Ohhhh." Thick white ribbons slashed her tongue and cheek, some firing to the back of her mouth as she made appreciative moans and bobbed to suck the pulsing tip. Ryan shut his eyes and let himself drift away in Imogen's warm mouth, wondering if she'd consider packing him in her desert island kit bag. By the time he reopened them, she was gently sucking and nibbling him, slathering his come around the head and shaft of his softening length, sucking it back into her mouth and ...