A Late Night To Remember - Sex Stories

A Late Night To Remember

... his balls and playing with myself. He notices me playing with myself and takes a hand to pinch my nipples and play with my breasts.

All these sensations are driving me crazy. As if he can sense me getting closer, Dion stands up and pulls me up with him. Grabbing me by my neck and plunging his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep.

He picks me up, still kissing me, and lays me on my back. I drape one leg over the back of the chair and let the other one dangle onto the floor, giving him a good view of my dripping pussy. “Stop staring and fuck me…please.”

“Hm, I like a woman that knows what she wants,” he says, tapping his rock-hard member on the lips of my soaking pussy.

“Dion, please, please fuck me, sir.” He lines his dick up with my waiting cunt and eases in the tip. We both let a moan of pleasure and he ventures deeper into my pussy until I feel every inch of him.

“Damn mamas, I hoped you could take all of me and look at you. You’re such a good girl, making me so proud,” he leans in to kiss me, continuing to stroke me deeply. As he leans in, I feel more of his member entering me.

He pulls back a little so just the tips of our noses are touching. “You feel so good in me, Dion. Please, keep stroking, just like that.”

He continues his slow, deep strokes, he takes my foot off the back of the couch and begins to suck on my toes. Keeping pace, he uses his other hand to play with my nipples. I can’t even think straight and all I can manage is moans and croons ...

... to show my appreciation.

He pulls his dick out almost all the way, but stops right before the tip. Without warning, he bottoms out into my pussy, causing just the right amount of pain and pleasure. “Please…don’t stop.”

He pulls out again and again, pausing to spit on my clit. He started his pattern again while rubbing my clit. I scream out for him to keep going and his strokes get shorter and quicker. He brings me to my second orgasm and before it finishes passing through me, Dion has already started eagerly lapping up my juices.

His hair has been released from the tie and it’s tickling my thighs as he probes my pussy with his tongue. He licks around my clit before focusing his attention on my throbbing nub. He flicks it back and forth, sucks on it, licks it. Whatever comes to his imagination, he does. Within minutes, my body starts to spasm, and I release all my ecstasy on his face.

With renewed energy, he helps me off my back and positions me on my knees, leaning over the back of the couch. He gently kisses me from my neck, down my spine, prepping my hot cunt to be filled up by his massive member.

He enters me with no hesitation, getting comfortable with my body. “Leena, your pussy is fucking tight, my god. You look so good taking all my dick, such a good girl” He removes himself from tight snatch and I whip around to see where he went.

He walks back over with a leftover string of Christmas lights and a smirk. “What are you planning to do with that?”

He ...