A Wedding Reception - Sex Stories

A Wedding Reception

... that resonates and bounces around in her head, echoing the 'My' as she fully believes she's his, and grinds her ass against his hard nine-inch-dick as his hands explode her body. Running up her hips, tracing her belly, and cupping her breasts, he kisses and lightly bites her neck. Still talking in a deep authoritative voice "You've been taking my attention all day, teasing me, brushing this tight ass against me thinking I wouldn't notice or find a way to get you alone so I can give you the dick you're craving."

Pulling back her neck and pulling Jamel's slender arms to wrap around her waist while still dragging her ass up and down his cock she rubs her thighs together, squeezing her smoldering pussy "Fuck, you feel so big, are you going to break my little pussy, Jamel? I haven't had anything so big before."

Flipping her around, Jamel picks her, up gripping her ass lifting her as if she weighs nothing, he attacks with his mouth, Wilma wraps her arms around his neck and opens her mouth, and begins to curl her tongue around Jamel's. While Jamal walks backwards and sits on his bed the room is filled with muffled moans, smacking lips, and heavy breathing.

Wilma pulls away first, breathing heavily with a lustful glimmer in her eyes. Her hands pulls off his jacket, tossing it across the room; then moving to his vest, pulling it open as fast as she could, sacrificing a couple buttons for the greater good and tossing it somewhere her mind isn't processing currently.

Jamel ...

... hasn't been idle in the undressing. Ripping down the straps keeping her dress up, with a sound of cloth tearing beneath the loud moans coming from Wilma, he lifts both breasts, feeding her nipples into his mouth and waiting tongue to suck and twist around.

Deciding to forgo all reason, Wilma simply tears the shirt open to get to see the muscular form of her man, beautifully decorated with a kraken tattoo spreading its arms across his chest and over his shoulders to his back.

The artwork engraved on his chest as well as the chest itself, draws Wilma into such a deep imaginative world where she's tracing his sculpted chest and the ink of the tattoo. She doesn't even realize that she's already on her back; the slit of her dress ripped further up her thigh; her dress bunched around her waist; her legs spread until Jamel retreats from her.

He is licking and kissing his way down her breasts, lingering on her belly for several long moments before, immediately, diving his tongue into her flooding slightly hairy pussy. Jamel going through a dizzying moment of tracing her folds with his tongue, then sucking on her clit in a random order, that keeps Wilma writhing on the bed, screaming his name, and trying to press his head further into her pussy.

Faster than she anticipated, she can feel her legs begin to tingle, her breathing deepen, her thinking thoughts start to go into numbing static. Confused, panic, and a deep, desperate craving that is still rising is all that fills ...