The Jezebel of India Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Jezebel of India Ch. 03

... and then she let out a huge satisfied sigh, " Arghhh...my lovely man, you make me a woman now!" Her voice quavered. As she recovered herself, she slipped off his prick and sucked him stiff once again and then pulled him to the couch, and straddled him. She let him watch her slide down upon his prick, inch by luscious inch. She closed her eyes, giving him such an erotic sensation,

"It is time you filled me with your seed!" Tara cooed; she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She rode him fiercely, and as she did, Deewan caressed her firm breasts, with his fingers pulling insistently on her brown nipples. Their sweat now, made their sex slippery and wanton. Tara's hair swept across her face, as she thrashed and pumped his prick into her cunny hole.

"Call me Deewan!" He asked, wanting her to know him as a man and her lover.

"Oh Deewan, I cry inside me. My cunny needs your seed, fill me!" She pumped harder and then stopped as she felt the familiar twitch of a prick inside her and then the hot ejaculation of Deewan's seed, "Oh Deewan, you honour me!"

Deewan grabbed her hips and emptied his balls into her cunny, with a spasm of powerful spurts. She sat still upon his stiffened member and felt the seed dribble from her, her skin glistening with beads of her efforts, "Tara, you make me a man again. I..." He stammered.

"Hush my lovely horse master, we will sleep this night and when you are restored, I will mount you again," She smiled and finally slipped off his wilting prick, and dipped a finger into the pool of pearl liquid, then licked it clean.

End of Chapter Three