The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty - Sex Stories

The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty

... the position again……..and there Eden was, splendid and dazzling like it was made of intense, vivid rays. Everything that Mila glanced over was magnificently divine and so out of this world. Brandon thumped the spot again and another time. She could not put up with it anymore. Even sweetness had its own limit. Once its perimeters were broken, pain was the inevitable result. “Stop, Brandon. I cannot take it anymore. It is enough,” she screamed out as piercingly as she could. The pain ceased the instant he drew his fingers out. Quickly, it dissolved, to nevermore reappear—it seemed. “Did I bruise you badly?” “You didn’t; you were starting to do that anyway.” “Perhaps I should do it again in an altered way?” “Don’t. I am fine like this. Just give me a little break, I beg you. For now, let us focus on you.” “Me?” “Exactly; what do you want me to do?” Without replying anything, Brandon hopped up on their bed and sat down besides her. His eyes anchored on hers, studying every part of her. Good Lord! She was beautiful…and solely his! Tonight, he was going to fuck the sweetness out of her until she sweated and pleaded for no more sex. “I want you to stroke my dick with your hand until I come. There is a rule to this: Whatever I spill out must be collected inside your womb. Do you hear that?” “I get it, Brandon.” “Good girl; now off to our business.” Brandon liked it whenever she peeled away his clothing. She was every time steady and gentle. First, she unbuttoned his shirt while ...

... flicking her lips guardedly on his. He licked back at her mouth, grasping the nape of her neck with his hand and tugging her towards himself. Calmly, she groaned out, twiddling her massive and fine-shaped hips this way and that other. At long last, his shirt was slumped off to the floor. She then pulled back from him to run an eye over his unclad chest. He looked outright celestial and sexually arousing. Her vagina made peculiar enthusiastic tickles. To ease the load on her part, Brandon grasped his belt and softly unwrapped it. Mila pulled it off and launched it straight to the floor. In just the ideal time, Brandon was every inch naked like herself. They cuddled for a minute, necking and kissing intensely while Mila laid herself down on the bed as her man tilted himself against her. “Brandon,” she howled out helplessly. “What, Mila?” He said the words delicately. “What are you doing to me?” “Fucking you, dear.” “You are turning me into a bitch.” “I love making you a bad girl; don’t you like everything I do to you, baby?” His erection was unyielding as a rock and unbendable. To bend it would be to break it; stroking it in her palm made Mila’s vagina tickle in anxiousness. She craved Brandon to lay the damn sweet thing inside her and release his seed as instantaneously as he could. Sex every time made her go insane. She couldn’t think straight. Her mind unfailingly went wild; and her emotions too. “Hold it like that, Mila. It is rock hard, isn’t it?” Brandon smirked at her gaily. ...