Neuro submission transmitter 7 - Sex Stories

Neuro submission transmitter 7

... about this type of thing, without any specifics." "Would you?" Sherrie asks, raising her head off my shoulder and looking at my face. "That would be perfect." She says, kissing me on the lips. "You are wonderful." She says, before sliding her pussy-soaked tongue into my mouth. The taste of Susan's juices on Sherrie's tongue brings my cock back to life, aching for my s****r's pussy. Breaking the kiss, I ease out from under Sherrie and turn on my side, facing Susan. Lying on her back with her eyes closed, Susan is relaxing, with her thighs splayed open and pussy juice pooling between them. With her hands behind her head, her exquisite tits are pulled high on her chest; the oily coating giving her perfect curves a polished glow. Kneeling between her legs, I lean forward, placing my hands on the floor on either side of her. My cockhead is lingering next to her pussy lips, as I bend my elbows, barely grazing my chest against her hard nipples. I lower my body to hers. Susan opens her eyes, smiling dreamily, as I gradually glide my cock into her licentious pussy. With my cock fully buried inside her, and my chest resting against her slippery breasts, I push my tongue into my s****r's warm, welcoming mouth. As Susan wraps her legs around me, tightening our bl**d-stirring connection, I realize how impossible it is to describe our i****tuous couplings. Every time I enter my s****r, I get an overwhelming sense of love, passion and belonging; like I'm coming home. It's unlike sex with ...

... anyone else. Even fucking my mother, whom I love unequivocally, is just fucking compared to this. Slowly, I start rocking up and back, gliding my hard cock in and out of her velvety pussy. With our hungry tongues dueling for space in our mouths, and our slippery chests teasing each other to greater arousal, we increase the pace of our rhythm. Harder and faster, we respond to the mandates of our bodies, until we're slamming together, demanding the gratification of release that is being held hostage by the sheer pleasure of our illicit sex. "Oh God!" Susan yells, tightening her legs around me. "Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me, like no one else can!" Susan screams, digging her nails into my ass cheeks, as she bucks frantically against my cock. I pound into her, smacking her ass down against the hardwood floor, as the comforter bunches up behind us. We're in motion, our oily bodies sliding six to eight inches across the floor with each thrust. I'm hammering her, pushing her along, holding her shoulders, as she grips my ass cheeks, both of us oblivious to anything but our insistent needs. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccck!" Susan cries, gripping my cock with her pussy muscles, as she shivers and shakes through her tumultuous orgasm. Dragging her nails across my ass cheeks, she jerks violently several times, before relaxing her thighs and releasing her grip on my ass. I thrust into her three more times, pushing her head against the wall, before my cock bursts open, deep within her quivering ...