Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sakura's Winter Break Pt. 01

... two occasions, friends of his had accosted her and had their way with her. Thinking about her recent orgasms causes a familiar wetness to build on her pantiless clam. "Do you mind checking my suit pants for me? I think they are too short now." She couldn't say no to him. She placed her tiny hand in his and he led her into the living room she was in earlier with Dave. The room was vacant.

"Let me go put my tuxedo on real quickly, do you mind pouring us some drinks? I prefer scotch." Max said. "No problem," she said, walking over to the bar. She dropped two balls of ice into a glass and poured some 18-year McCallen scotch into the crystal glasses. Max walked to the middle of the room where his tuxedo was laying on a table and removed it from the bag then, to Sakura's surprise he began, taking off his clothes in front of her. She watched him, like a voyeur, taking several sips of her drink. Its initial bite was sharp to her upper pallet but gradually the oak flavor settled radiating warmth throughout her. With his back facing her, the fireplace casted shadows that danced on his muscular back allowing her to see each defined muscle group, his narrow waist, and his tight smooth butt. As he bent over to pull his pants up she could see his long penis swing side to side before being housed into his fitted tuxedo pants. She felt aroused. He turned around, locking eyes with her, pulling her attention back to his tall dark, and handsome smile. His gorgeous tan skin and rippling ...

... six-pack danced with the colors of the dim fireplace light. She walked up to him and handed him his ice-cold drink.

He gulped the oaky scotch and lifted the glass to take note of the ice balls and rich light brown color. "Mmmm, I love scotch...it reminds me of sex." He said looking deep into her deep brown eyes to ensure his suggestive statement resonated. She put her empty glass down and placed her now cold hands against his chest. He smiled down at her. She slowly descended to the floor, taking a familiar position in front of him... on her knees... recreating where they left off at the tuxedo shop. She looked and checked his pants to confirm that the length was good.

"These are perfect!" she said to him.

"So are you," he said. He looked down at this beautiful girl in front of him. His hand caressed her cheek. Her perfectly round ass and B-cup breasts matched her body perfectly. He stared down into her exposed cleavage which allowed her breasts to jiggle with every movement. Her straight black hair contrasted sharply with her creamy smooth skin.

She looked up at him, her red pouty lips stirring his manhood awake. She was instantly reminded of their encounter earlier. Her body betrayed her as her hand returned to the long snake in his pants rubbing his rod and then looking up to his eyes. His smirk said it all to her - he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Her hands moved to the adjustable tabs on either side of his tuxedo pants, unlocked the tabs, and ...