A Wedding Reception - Sex Stories

A Wedding Reception

... her as she begins to try to push Jamel's head away to try and gain at least some thoughts back.

But her half-sensed motions to push him away, are met with his arms wrapping around her thighs, like the physical embodiment of his tattoo and raising her body up, as he rests his muscular ass on his heels. Just as she's about to reach that point of no return, she opens her eyes to lock with the impossibly deep, hazel-brown eyes that she had gotten lost in the first time she saw them and her brain goes numb askingshe can hear someone screaming Jamel's name which she incoherently understands as her own.

Soon, her mind drifts back into her body, as she flutters her eyes in a drunken daze; she can slowly feel her body again. The shivering of her thighs with a slight brushing on her left, her toes still curled in her heeled sandals and her nails gripping, to near tearing, the sheets beneath her. Once she had her most effective motor function, her sight, back, she could see a nude Jamel seated on the side of his bed with his delicious monster dick hanging low, at half mast, between his thighs, lightly rubbing her left thigh; his chest and mouth covered with her pussy juice. Hearing herself giggle, she begins to sit up, looks down at her ruined dress, before smiling and tearing the remaining pieces apart and tossing the remains somewhere in the room.

She starts to climb into his lap, kissing his chest and licking her liquids from his chest and face taking one of his nipples ...

... into her mouth, occasionally, to bite saying, "I'm sorry for making a big mess, I tried to stop you, but it felt soooooo good."

Jamel chuckles.

With cum drunk, glazed eyes, Wilma looks down to his dick, whimpering while sliding down to her knees between his open thighs "Oh no my lil monster got all bored waiting for me, I'm sorry let me make it up to you"

Wilma begins to kiss and lick all up and down Jamel's dick, from the tip to the base where not a hair is in sight then back up to lightly suck the head until it's at full mast and she rests it on her face, giggling. "There's my monster, it looks like you're ready to go down my throat Hmmmm?" She holds the black dick up with her both hands at the base to keep it steady, she opens her mouth

Jamel's brushing her completely undone hair out of her face, holding it back, saying, "You can take it slow if you need to, I understand"

Wilma smirks as she drives down, swallowing his dick down to the base. Jamel grips her head, moaning and cursing in Spanish, words she doesn't understand. Slapping his hands from her head, she puts them on the bed, as she pulls up to the head of his black cock, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside loving the low curses and moans coming from Jamel before diving back down entirely. She repeat the movement over and over until all Wilma can hear is the sounds of her facing her own face with a undertone of both Spanish cursing and moans.

Both of them lose track of time, only ...