Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... each thrust.

"Don't stop; please keep fucking my wet cunt just like that," I pleaded.

Ever so slowly, he spread my feet, opening my dripping wet loins wider as his pace quickened.

I could feel my juices oozing from me, and with every thrust inside, Steve's balls splashed into the trail of juice covering my sphincter.

"You're so fuckin' wet," he remarked.

Steve lowered my stilettos until they rested on his hips and then released his grip on my fuck shoes. I instantly stretched my legs and pressed my heels into his back. Steve's hands moved to my ass cheeks and lifted my hips higher off the seat.

"Give it to me," I urged, knowing his pace would quicken again and his big beautiful rock-hard cock could now sink to my sexual core.

I looked up into his lustful stare; beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and began dropping off his face splashing onto my tits.

With every thrust inside, his cock shaft teased my quivering clit, and I began feeling the incredible tingling of an approaching orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" I exclaimed.

Steve continued fucking my throbbing cunt at the same pace, knowing that this orgasm wasn't the last I'd have.

It slammed into me hard and fast, my cunt gushing climatic juices, and our fucking took on a splashing sound.

"YES, YES, YES," I screamed as I rode his incredible cock through yet another mind-bending orgasm.

From behind, the cuckold said, "Cum on her; splash her pretty face with hot sticky ...

... cum."

As much as I wanted him to fill me with his glorious seed, I knew Steve and the cuckold would enjoy seeing my face painted with his hot cum shot.

Steve began pounding my loins even harder. His eyes closed, and his face took on a crimson color as his orgasm began to build.

"Paint my face, Steve," I urged.

"Yeah, plaster her with it," Paul added.

He thrust into me several more times and then withdrew his fist, circling the throbbing cock shaft at the base.

"Make me your cum slut!" I exclaimed.

An earth-shattering groan escaped Steve's throat as he stroked the length of his rock-hard swollen cock, and the first wad of thick creamy cum shot from the tiny opening of his urethra. "YES!" he exclaimed.

That massive wad of cum sailed toward me almost in slow motion landing squarely on the tip of my nose and trailing down across my open lips.

"More," I pleaded.

More potent than the first, his second blast hit my forehead and splashed up into my hair.

"Plaster your cum slut!" I demanded.

Steve's orgasm was peaking, and in the subsequent cum shots, he coated my neck, cleavage, and the quivering flesh of my stomach.

As he rose from between my legs, I begged, "Let me suck it."

In an instant, he was kneeling beside me, offering his slippery cock head to me. For the first time, my cuckold got a view of his hot wife plastered with thick creamy white cum.

I took Steve's cock in my mouth and sucked hard, wanting to extract the last of his load from ...