Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... his chest and neck and head until it was off. She kissed until she found his nipples and twirled her tongue around them before moving away. "I think I like this game."

He knelt in front of her and felt around the soft skin of her belly before unbuttoning her cut-offs. He kissed her belly button and pulled down the zipper. She gasped when he got it to the bottom. His hand was close. He reached around and pulled them over her firm, round cheeks, then let them drop to the floor. Then he followed them there, tracing his hands down her legs. He grabbed a stocking foot.

"Hey, no fair. You had your turn, now it's mine."

"Socks don't count."

She laughed. "OK."

He pulled off each one as she lifted her foot to allow it. He touched each foot lightly, lovingly as he did so, then tossed the socks and cut-offs to the side. He stood again.

She kissed him again, finding his lips easily, as if by radar. She hadn't peeked. Then she knelt in front of him and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, she started to tug, and as she did his boxer briefs moved too. "Oops!" she giggled when she felt bare skin, then felt for his zipper. His cock was straining against the fabric underneath, forming a barrier she would have to deal with. She inhaled deeply, and pulled the zipper down. She could feel his cock throbbing underneath, begging to be released. She pulled the jeans down, all down his legs, then sat back up to gently nudge at his straining cock with her forehead. She giggled again, ...

... then traced her hands down his legs to remove each sock. She stood.

"Now the good parts." She laughed.

He reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. She shifted her shoulders to let him pull it forward. When it was clear, he tossed it aside, then reached back toward her chest, and with the back of his fingers, lightly found, and traced the swell of her breasts until he found the areola, already swollen, and the nipples, already stiff. He traced them with his fingertips. He bent forward, and locating them with his fingers, kissed each one. He stood up.

She moved in and tilted up to kiss him again, crushing her body against his. Then she traced kisses down over his chin, down his neck, down the center of his chest and belly. When her chin bumped his cock, she reached her hands around to grab his cheeks. She squeezed, then grasped his waistband and quickly tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang up to hit her under her chin. She gave a little surprised laugh, then reached around front with her hands to find it. She felt it, "So warm. So soft. So hard," and touched lightly all along the shaft, and down around his balls. She grabbed around his shaft with her hands, then traced the head with her fingertips. She kissed him there, then stood.

He knelt in front of her, gently grabbed her ass and brought his face in close, until the tip of his nose touched the front of her panties. He inhaled deeply, then reached around to grab the waistband at the sides, and slowly ...