The Demon's Bride - Sex Stories

The Demon's Bride

... beautiful and merry-most tone of voice. I like how his voice sweetly and harmoniously chimes and intones inside my ears. It is like exquisite music, irresistible and captivating. “Go ahead and do it, Chase, if you feel like it.” My voice is as submissive and yielding best as I can easily make it. I don’t want to be authoritative or any demanding here. Chase dislikes it. He abhors and shuns to be ruled and taken charge of by a fucking god-damn woman; and I respect and value this of him. As he pitches and submerges himself down, I heave out and weigh stuff up. I don’t know how he is precisely or exactly going to handle and manage all of this, but he evermore does it well and superbly. He slinks and slithers his tongue into my vagina slowly and steadily. I vibrate and quiver helplessly the moment he acts this out. I am already wet and drenched up down there. My buttocks behind are wagging and throbbing fast all on their own. My nipples are itching and tingling with lust and lasciviousness of him on the other hand. I just can’t help being aroused and whipped up sexually. The pleasure and enjoyment is all too grand and immense on my part and perspective. It actually and veritably is! There are these slinky-like but steady, unhurried movements inside my vagina that are cropping up and materializing as Chase buries and digs his tongue deeper and more profoundly into my pussy. I can feel and even sense my womb being wide awake and fully active and restless too. Oh yes! Chase knows ...

... well how to perform his job and he does it perfectly and amazingly brilliant. While licking and lapping my vagina agilely, he lifts his hand above to liberally pet and caress I my breasts. I freaking love and adore this! My eyes are stinging and aching with tears. I want to cry out as much as I would love to remain silent and unspeaking. Once Chase is through with licking my pussy, he picks himself up immediately so that he can look straight and directly into my face and stir himself towards me. I break open my lips for him to make direct contact with. As he brushes and sweeps them carefully and steadily, ramming and poking his tongue directly into my mouth, I shudder and tremble helplessly. My hands self-actingly budge to his behind there. I clutch and grasp his buttocks as carefully and cautiously best as I can get myself to accomplish. He then slips his hands to the fly of his trousers, so he can undo and unfasten it. In no slice of time, he has already fetched and fished out his dick, and he is rubbing and kneading it gently on the skin of my thighs. I feel sugar and honey swim all over my entire blood. This is the sweetest most experience and ordeal I have ever underwent in my life. It is no any kind of ordeal as a matter of fact. It is just an experience and undergoing which I adore and relish like madly. My patience is no longer holding its sway and influence over me. I want him to put that swelling-up dick of his into me quickly. Why is he even delaying and biding his ...