Full Moon in Singapore - Sex Stories

Full Moon in Singapore

... she went gluck gluck gluck when deepthroating.

"I've been saving it," whispering back. I ran my hand up her exposed thigh, reached around her apple-shaped bottom. Then I brought my hand up to her cheek, pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, which I noticed wasn't pierced. Fuck it, data for the log.

"Ever had a chocolate cock before?"

"No." A tender moment, indeed.

"Want a taste, cutie?"

She nodded. Connecting with her gaze, I told her to get on her knees and open her mouth. I gave her a full kiss. While about Kasevi lingered the scent of freshly picked strawberries, J actually tasted like strawberries. Needs more cream. So I yanked her head back and spat a thick blob of saliva into her mouth.

Then I reached down and felt her pussy through her fbts and panties. Wet as dear old granny's tits in the rain.

I stood up and pulled down my shorts. She smiled and grabbed my ass so that she could push herself on my growing cock, which had Kasevi's juices on it. Who says only guys enjoy sloppy seconds?

"Go all the way, baby girl." I said as I stroked her hair. A flashback popped into my head, of Ethan telling me about how she'd made very romantic plans for Valentine's Day last year. Very naughty plans. An audible moan escaped my lips as I felt the smooth skin of my shaved balls nudge against her chin, resting there like the last piece of a jigsaw. A perfect fit.

"Good girl. Now I want you to hold it there."

"Mmm--"

I'm going to using this slut's throat ...

... like a five-dollar whore's pussy, I thought, quite pleased with the imagery. Her hands where now massaging my ass, her fingers peeling my cheeks open every so often. Maybe I'll turn around and command her to lodge her tongue in my asshole. For the moment, though, I was content with ramming her mouth.

My cock was fully erect now, and I could feel it plumbing the depths of her throat like an archeologist, her glands coating it with luxurious amounts of saliva. Every time I plopped out my cock long satisfying threads of goo accompanied it, spilling down her neck and getting all over her tee. I don't know who initiated the breakup, but it was good to know this delectable little piece was back on the streets, hungry and ready.

Were all young Chinese schoolgirls like this? Shit, were ALL women like this? No different from men, thinking with their pussies. Just much better at hiding it. Playing with their hair, looking at their phones, oh so busy mindlessly scrolling and basking in the free attention from guys who'd look at anything with a pulse to see if they could slide into it. Could it be that under that paper thin facade of unattainability lurked a powerful and insatiable lust within every demi-goddess on the street?

Fuck if I knew, dude. I started moving my hips, fucking her face like a broken-in fleshlight. She started glucking immediately. Good girl.

"Stand up and turn around."

I admired her shadowed body, and decided she had one too many articles of clothing. ...