Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge - Sex Stories

Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

... belly, pulling at her dress. She surrendered, turning her sights downward. It was a mesmerizing sight, his long, hard shaft shifting beneath her dress, snaking against her flesh, tempting her, daring her. She felt a dampness cover the crotch of her panties. “You like how I handle my bat?” Vasily asked, completely deadpan. Carie had very little patience for Vasily’s droll humour. She took a moment to try to think of some sort of comeback --something about her “pitching hand”, or some stupid shit-- but instead she muttered, “Fuck it.” She grabbed Vasily by the wrist again and tugged him around to the side of the minivan. She tried to tear the handle off the rear door. No good. “The keys!” she demanded. Vasily pointed to his coat on the ground. “God!” Carie spat. She stomped over to the coat, rifled the pockets, and finally found the keys. She flung his coat aside. “My coat… ” Vasily mumbled. “Fuck your coat!” No sooner had the large minivan sounded its feeble “beep-beep” noise did Carie fling open the door and shove Vasily into the back seat. Vasily looked at Carie as he slid back along the length of the seat and against the door on the other side. There was a wild, determined expression painted on her pink-flushed face as she pulled the door shut behind her and pounced on him. He guessed he was pretty decent at “shaking booty”. As it was earlier at the Fawns Over Foxes, it was a messy and raucous affair in the confines of the minivan. It was fortunate that Vasily had splurged ...

... on a large car, but even then it was a tight fit. Not that it mattered to Carie. Now she could finally put those stupid yoga classes to good use. Within a matter of moments of crawling up his slippery, oiled-up body, Carie went from lashing her tongue inside of his mouth, working her way down to nibbling at his coin sized nipples, to biting and licking his abs and belly button, to finally inhaling his hard cock into her mouth. She panted and gasped each time she lifted her lips from him, hungry and voracious, before taking him in once more. She skimmed her tongue around it like a peppermint stick, humming with delight and fervour. Vasily reached his long arm down to her butt. He gave her dress a harsh tug, pulling it up higher before sliding his fingers back down and curling down the crevice of her ass. He felt her buttocks clench, trapping his wiggling finger between her crack. He rolled his hips slowly, still caught up in the rhythms he had found while dancing, gliding his cock in and out of Carie’s wet, warm mouth. Carie pulled off with him with a “pop” of her lips. The urgency just seemed to ramp up. Both fumbled at her dress. “Where is zipper?” Vasily grunted. “No zipper! Clasps! Clasps!” Carie urged. “Nevermind!” The dress was unceremoniously pulled down her chest and bunched up like a scarf around her waist. Immediately, Vasily pulled her forward and clamped his mouth around her small, round breast, sucking hard upon it. Carie swept her long hair around and gasped. He ...