New Life in Rianate 6 - Sex Stories

New Life in Rianate 6

... good and I could definitely feel a screaming orgasm coming on. Dallas dug his tongue into me, circling and flicking at my labia while he kept his eyes locked on, watching the signs and observing my exposed body. His hands forced my legs wide, so wide that I was worried he’d break me. After a minute or two of his tongue rolling around in circles on my outer lips, I arched my back and started breathing harder. “Agh, agh, Dallas…. I’M CUMMING!” My hands gripped the sheets so hard that I could feel the strain in my body. The spasms started, I screamed out, everything. My eyes instantly shut, I arched my body until Dallas had his hands on my ass to keep me calm, and I was yelling his name at the top of my lungs. All while this was happening, he was torturing me in the worst of ways: trailing his tongue inside of me, swirling around in counterclockwise circles and pushing my flesh further apart as I came. I came down from the sensational climax, then relaxed my body back into the soft confides of the mattress, and watched Dallas kiss and lick away at my leaked juices and to clear all of my cum. He finished sipping at me then pulled away. Dallas stood over me, surveying my body and probably debating what we should do next while I laid back panting and recovering from one of thee best orgasms ever. Dallas kissed my neck before whispering, “That’s the fourth gift.” “What’s number five?” I asked, still panting but kind of smiling. “Come here and I’ll show you.” He pushed me higher ...

... toward the pillows, so I crawled up and Dallas got under me. I arched an eyebrow, giving him a sexy smile as I lowered myself onto his throbbing tool; we both cursed and moaned as I started moving my hips. Gift five was about to have me screaming. Being on top gave me the advantage, because I could easily pin Dallas back and take control—why not give it a shot? I grabbed his hands, then pinned them back on either side of the pillow, but Dallas just grinned. I bent down to his ear and whispered, “I’m in control for number five.” “Won’t last for long,” he replied. I sat up straight, keeping his arms back, and continued to ride him. Though Dallas probably had a good 90 pounds over me, he let me do what I wanted (I mean, I am the Birthday Girl) and, man oh man, I had so much fun. The only thing missing was the sensation of his mouth on my breasts. Looking down I saw how Dallas’s chest rose and fell with every one of his deep breaths, and I saw all of that sexy muscle. My hands involuntarily let go of his wrists as I bent down and began kissing his neck. Dallas slid his hands down my spine, making sure to trace my Maxi before going down and squeezing my ass. He ran his warm, rough, hands over my hips; his fingertips brushed over my navel and up toward my chest. As Dallas reached out to massage my chest, I grinned and welcomed him with a rough grab, forcing his hand to my left boob. It always felt like heaven to have him be so gentle, but so rough while he pinched and tweaked my pink ...