Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... soiled panties. Titfuck me and shoot your spunk all over the material that was pressed against my hot, wet pussy all day yesterday. Come for me, player . And when you've done that maybe I'll suck your thick come from the crotch. Trace my tongue over the same lines yours did earlier." His eyes widened. "Yeah, I saw you sniffing and licking my dirty knickers this morning, you bad man. You've wanted me all day, haven't you?" He nodded again. Rumbled. She reached for the garment, lifted the centre so his knob pressed against it. "I wanted you too. Can you feel my juices there? Can you see the sticky lines I made for you? Yes, last night those trails were for you. I wanted to fuck you so badly. To feel you splitting me in two." She brought the material to her mouth and licked. "Mmmmm, I can see why you like it. I'm so tasty and can't wait for your come to mix with mine so I can eat it all. Come for me. Now. Come for me." She laid the underwear back across her neck and dipped a little finger in the corner of her mouth, biting suggestively on it, coaxing him with her eyes alone, fluttering her eyelashes. Ryan felt himself start to go weak as his body prepared to shoot. "That's it, player. Hit the target." He jammed his prick between her tits one more time and roared, a couple of streams of white lacing the underwear, the rest dribbling between her knockers as his ...

... actions decelerated and Imogen made appreciative sounds at the sight. Slowing to a halt, he sat there panting, a thin sheen of sweat over his body, energised. He released her tits but left his cock softening between them as Imogen took the shredded panties and lifted the come-streaked crotch to her tongue, lapping the goo and making a show of swallowing it. "I could get used to this." Ryan slithered from her doughy confines. She had that 'just fucked' glow and he grinned. "I guess Becky won't need to ask." "Mmmm," she replied dreamily. "Wouldn't believe me if I told her. Glad we waited 'til this morning. That was just…" Ryan smiled, stroked her hair and clambered off the bed, letting her rest and enjoy the aftermath of her orgasm as he tidied the room a little, then made her another coffee. She sat up, rearranged herself and he watched her sipping it, throat rippling beneath the red marks where his fingertips had dug. Dirty didn't do her justice. She was positively filthy and all the sweeter for it. Ten minutes later she passed the mug back and sighed. "Well, that walk of shame isn't going to do itself." He concurred and followed her, retrieving the jacket from the floor. Handing it to her was merely a formality. Ryan knew from her languid goodbye kiss and roaming hands she wouldn't need an excuse to beat a path to his door. Besides, he owed her a pair of knickers.