SCS Championship 02 - Sex Stories

SCS Championship 02

... could keep his own orgasm at bay so he decided to enjoy her ass to its fullest. Keeping hold of Emilia by her waist, he fucked her ass from behind, increasingly pounding harder and faster inside her. Emilia started to cum again and Ryan pushed her down so she was flat on her stomach, hammering away into her ass. Pushing his length inside of her a couple more times, Ryan groaned in pleasure as his balls began to churn.

Pulling out, Ryan jerked his cock and aimed at Emilia's gaping asshole. He fired off his cum, shooting rope after rope across her ass cheeks and even some inside her backdoor. The British actress panted in pleasure. Like a piece of art from Jackson Pollock with Emilia Clarke's ass the canvas and his cum the paint, Ryan had made a masterpiece.

"So..." he started, reaching down and helping Emilia to her feet. "Did I suffice?" He tried his hardest not to sound smug. Emilia took deep breaths, smirked and nodded.

"Touché," she said and grabbed his shoulder. Her legs were still trembling and unsteady. "Guess I'll have to hobble along for some time after that," she laughed.

Ryan smiled back. Emilia looked so sexy, her lips just demanding attention. He dared to cup her chin and placed a kiss on her lips. "You can lean on me," he said.

Emilia licked her lips as to savour the taste of his and let herself be escorted out of the arena.

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Ryan had brought Emilia Clarke to her room. He had been surprised to find a high-tech, fully-furnished, ...

... multi-chamber arrangement instead of a bleak room like his. Emilia had collapsed on her king-size bed and fallen asleep. Ryan had decided to ask Blake or Scarlett if his arrangement could be upgraded to something more like Emilia's.

Back at his room, Ryan found the door slightly ajar. "Hello?" he called as he entered. "Someone here?"

"There is, my boy," an alluring whisper came from a corner. Ryan looked down a stunning figure, over sexy, almost sheer lacy lingerie, noticing the dark areas of nipples and neatly shaven landing strip beneath bra and thong. His eyes took in every inch of the woman's gorgeous body, her intricate tattoos, firm ass and tapered waist. "I'm here, and I was waiting for you." Swaying her hips a little, she took the few steps to him and closed the door. Ryan realised who the woman was at the same time as Megan Fox launched herself at him, throwing her arms round his neck and kissing him hard, fighting past his initial surprise to snake her tongue into his mouth. Ryan quickly responded, his tongue entwining with hers.

"Oh my god," she gasped between the hurried kisses. "I've wanted you since I saw you with Ana." She placed her full lips against his and broke away again. "Even more after that ass-fucking you gave Emilia." She pulled tighter to him, sliding her hands down his chest, starting to lift and remove his shirt. Then she paused, asking, "If you wouldn't mind tending to me in the same manner?"

"Not at all," Ryan breathed heavily, his hands ...