Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Life On The Wild Side

... heat. She is rolling her hard nipples in her fingertips and looking into his eyes as she tries to drain his heavy nut sac, to have his thick shaft fill her pussy as his ways stretch her.

“I…I won’t…I can’t hold on you wonder!” she’s heard to call out and as the rhythm of his poking intensifies. She soon pulls him down to kiss his hungering lips as she tugs her breasts from his mouth, her nipples aflame from his claims upon them. She then gasps out the words of wonder for all that they have discovered. "You feel incredible inside me, Viv…just keep on fucking me…I’m sure you’ll make me cum!”

Viv is managing to hold on, somehow, and he keeps from erupting inside her. They push themselves together, the white woman and her monstrously hung black stud. Their lips are pressed together, her breasts squashed against his chest, and as he grinds his cock into her and he places his hands on her smooth buttocks in his efforts to pull himself as far into her as he possibly can, and that she can accept, as they prolong the raging pleasure that they have discovered. She’s being lifted off the countertop, to make it a deeper penetration, then she’s dropped back down, Viv still inside her.

“I’m gone…gone over the edge!” she shrieks as she hits the peak of her climax and she feels Viv erupt so deep inside her, the thrills aroused by his ejaculation matching her orgasmic cramps.

Her vagina tightens around his shaft and she keeps him in her, so deep, her muscles clamping the base ...

... of his penis and Viv is begging her to ease up.

“You’re breaking me, woman…and it’s not part of the deal we have!”

“Huh?” She groans, aroused from her erotic daydream, as the trill of her iPhone brings her back to wakefulness and she answers it, not looking at the screen. “Yes?”

“Hi, it’s me again…Viv,” she hears and slumps back on the lounger, pushing the hem of her skirt back down over her thighs. She feels so wet on account of her dream which is already swirling away from her consciousness.

“I know that now,” she answers, “I see your face and phone number on the screen of my phone.”

“You kept that secret. I didn’t know you’d taken one…”

“Well, I have!” She sits up and sips on her drink, warm ow from the sun but she’s feeling thirsty. She leans forward and clutches her knees, squashes her breasts against them, and checks that some cleavage can be seen. She turns her phone so that their chat becomes a picture call. “Switch over so that I can see you as we talk, Viv.”

She sees his beaming smile, the provocative slick of his thick pink tongue over his lips. “You’re someone else, Cynthia…hot from the sun are you?”

“Perhaps…maybe from something else.” Is it really her talking like this?

He shrugs. “I know that I sent a text saying I would be with you on…”

“But there’s been a change in your plan,” she interrupts, unbuttoning her blouse some more, out of camera shot, and she lowers one knee but still leans forward. “That’s what the call is about, is ...