The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty - Sex Stories

The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty

... blazing deep inside to fuck him. Her vagina leisurely got wet. “You have not. I think you must do precisely that.” She was not looking ahead to this—he moved his other hand into her skirt and poked a finger on her panties, right where her sweetened tear was. That had her shudder another time, convulsing from modest pain fused with pleasure. It was weird but wonderful. Sex didn’t have to hurt. It did at particular times anyway. The sweetness eclipsed the hurt at the end of the game. This, was a riddle that Mila hadn’t figure out yet. “Have I hurt you, sweetie?” Brandon asked in alarm. “I seem to have taken you by total surprise. Isn’t that correct, my love?” Further and deeper, his fingers mined into her vagina, scrubbing her clitoris frantically until the sugar roused inside it was fast turning into pain. “Don’t finger me too fast. It is starting to hurt,” Mila grumbled. Brandon stopped immediately and looked deeper into her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. I want you. Can I come in now?” “I am still getting wet. You must give me some bonus time.” “What do you want me to do exactly?” “Keep on with what you were doing. Just don’t be reckless or impatient, I beg you.” Mila shut her eyes again. He was proceeding deeper and deeper. Each time his fingers swept about frenetically, her breath slid farther from her reach. She could not gasp normally. She feared she would give up the ghost in the process. When he pulled back his fingers out, she was eventually able to suck in ...

... air without a small bit of an ache. “You are remarkable, Mila; the way you are responding to this. It is like this is something you have been doing for years.” Mila wished she was a virgin when she married Brandon. She wasn’t. When twenty years old, a jerk not worth her gorged her virginity tightfistedly and ran away. She remembered the first time he took her to his apartment. Unlike Brandon, he did not exercise patience, neither tolerance. He kissed her lips viciously, pinching her breasts almost painfully, then stripped her naked and before long, he was inside her, bobbing upwards and downwards. With one hand holing inside her vagina, Brandon splintered his mouth and nipped slightly at her breasts using his teeth. She inhaled deeply, this time to puff out with ease. At least for now: Her breath was sane and usual. It just happened. It could be that his practiced fingers stroked at that appropriate site. There was some where-about located in the depth of her womb which he all of a sudden rapped and there she spun in ecstasy and satisfaction. That precise minute, she noticed clouds breaking apart in the sky to unveil an unblemished, godlike Eden. At this, she babbled undertone, “Brandon!” He picked himself up and grazed his lips over hers another time. “Yes, Mila; you have enjoyed your first orgasm, haven’t you?” “You are a champion at this. How long have you been rehearsing?” “Long than you are thinking possible, my sweet wife.” “Can you do it again? I liked it.” He knocked ...