Camping & Spanking - Chloe (YNAS) Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Camping & Spanking - Chloe (YNAS) Pt. 4

... up to kneel at her side. He cupped his face in her hands and gave him a passionate kiss. “Go lie on the sleeping bags. I’ll be there in a minute so you can thank me,” she said with a gentle smile.

“Yes, Chloe,” he replied submissively. He bent down to kiss her back and disappeared behind the curtain that separated the rooms, taking the lantern with him.

Seeing the way he reacted, assuming an ever more submissive role, she concluded that she’d probably never get him to spank her. Accepting that for the moment, she resumed her role as his authority figure and resolved to get every bit of pleasure out of it she could.

Placing the lantern near the tent wall, he folded the joined sleeping bags in half to provide as much cushion for the hard ground as possible and lay as instructed, waiting for his goddess to appear. He removed his shirt as an afterthought.

“My God, Chloe!” he enthused when she stepped in wearing only her white cotton panties while thoughts of love, not lust, filled his head, though that would change quickly.

“Sit up,” she said calmly. Moving to straddle his prone body, his face rose to perfect alignment with her wet crotch. He could see the damp stain in the white fabric and couldn’t wait to taste her.

He didn’t have to wait long as she pushed his head back to look up at her while moving one step closer to place the drenched gusset directly on his mouth, her hips circling to wipe his face with her wetness. Groaning in appreciation, he grasped ...

... her cheeks and pulled her more forcefully onto his face.

“Oh yeah, Jamie!” she moaned as he bit into her panties with his lips and sucked her pungent juice into his mouth and wiping up even more of her luscious liquid into the absorbent panties and then into his mouth.

“Oh my God! Take my panties off!” she said with less authority than he took, obeying her command with his hands in back and the elastic waist in his teeth. Stepping briefly to the side, she let him draw them down her legs and off, then gripping his head tightly, pulled his face back into her dripping wet snatch.

Still able to use his hands, one set of fingers explored the precious pink folds of her smooth pussy, while his tongue lapped at her slit, drinking in even more of her free-flowing juice. Slipping a finger inside, he found her spot and softly at first, and then with more urgency, circled it with his fingertip.

She could feelso many things now. His hand on her ass, his fist pressing into her crotch so his middle finger could tease her G-spot, and most of all, his tongue slithering up and down her slippery wet slit, its tip circling her hard nub on each cycle. Her knees were getting weak, quivering under the combined strain of standing and mashing her pussy into his face, but she could also feel the approaching climax. Accelerating toward her, her body went erect, and she breathed in staccato gasps until it hit her like a storm-force wind, pushing her back while she held Jamie’s head tight ...