Leaving the party - Sex Stories

Leaving the party

... shove your head down while my hips thrust up, fucking your throat repeatedly until you start squeezing my hips pleadingly with both hands, a sign I need to let up. I let go and you raise up, taking a deep breath, but with a big smile spread across your face. I was so lost in what you were doing to me, it’s only now that I notice that you have completely removed your pants and are rubbing your fingers between your legs in a steady firm circular motion. “I’m just happy that you’re enjoying yourself too” and I grin back at your smiling face. With a squeal of joy you jump to your feet and land like a frog across my chest. Your legs spread and your feet locked over my arms. You shove your fingers you had been pleasuring yourself with into my mouth and move them back and forth over my tongue, which I gladly accept and suck clean of your juices. Then you lower your warm, moist pussy to my lips and start pumping your hips back and forth over my eager mouth. My tongue darting up inside of you, my lips against your woman lips, trying to drown me in your juices. Back and forth, back and forth, now it’s your turn to fuck my face, riding my tongue, until your eyes roll back into your head and you lay your head back, pushing your face skyward into the blanket of stars above. Your arms spread wide just like I do on my bike, and moving your hips back and forth riding me, flying on your high of pleasure until you start to contract your stomach involuntarily, an orgasm washing over your body ...

... and fight as you will it gets the better of you and you fall from your perch and grip my head for balance, feeding me your juices which only drive me wild, lapping at your loins with my tongue with renewed enthusiasm. Mmm I love to taste you. After you ride out your orgasm and shimmy your body back down mine, you lay across my chest and kiss me deeply, tasting yourself from my lips and letting that stoke those embers before they fade away. It’s not over yet, you know I need more to satiate my hunger. My inner a****l is just starting to come out to play. While continuing to kiss me, your hands start roaming my body again, renewing your appreciation for my muscles and one hand drifts back down to your favorite, as you start stroking my cock which is pulsing and yearning for attention now. You swing a leg over my body and rear back towards my hips, your hand guiding my rod to your lips as you push yourself down, inching it’s way inside, letting it fill you slowly and getting it slippery with your juices. Moans emanate from deep in my chest, you feel so good around me, your mouth gapes open as you accept me all the way inside and you pause for a moment, letting it settle in it’s depth and bracing yourself with your hands on my chest and your eyes closed enjoying the moment. Just as I start to move my hips to urge you for more, signaling that I’m ready to start fucking, you reach down and slap me playfully on the cheek. “Don’t move” you whisper. I was shocked, the slap took my by ...