Ethan and Chanel 29 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 29

... bite my tongue before I groan aloud. When the feel of her tight body is too much, I push my thumb into her warm, oiled pussy. Chanel gasps, her snatch practically sucking on my finger. "Stay relaxed," I remind her. She moans into the bed when I pull out and run my wet finger over her folds. I dip my extremity into her over and over, listening to her breathing pick up. I need her to get ridiculously horny. I pull my thumb out and stick my longest finger inside her, trying to wake up all of her nerves. "You are so fucking tight," I tell her, voicing my approval. I play with her, teasing her excited cunt until I hear her whisper my name. "Turn over," I say. Chanel shifts, and when she spreads her legs, electric blue eyes watching me, I drop my head. My tongue presses on her slick mound and she moans. I slowly lick her, keeping my tongue flat, trying to put her whole cunt in my mouth. My hands reach up and knead her perky tits while I eat her sweet, intimate spot. The entire time she remains compliant, staying relaxed and open for me. It's a little odd not having her fingers in my hair. The minutes pass and I finally hear her voice again. "This feels so good," she practically whimpers, adjusting her legs slightly, opening them further. Her soprano cooing jump starts my heart, and I can't wait anymore. I sit up, my knees sliding under her thighs, dick pulsing at the proximity. She hums when I put one, then two fingers inside her, working them into position. She looks like a ...

... fucking angel laying in front of me, completely at my mercy. With that thought, I smile and press on her g-spot. Very slowly I begin stroking her, enjoying the way she lightly moans, her eyes shut. The pads of my two fingers push on her front wall, and I start a rhythm, pulsing inside her. I work my arm up and down, my eyes on her face. "You are so fucking beautiful," I tell her, my voice heavier than usual. Chanel moans, gently pushing herself onto my hand. "Stay relaxed baby, I want you comfortable." My words are the only thing piercing through her heavy breathing. I rest my left hand on her stomach, urging the feeling of containment. My movement doesn't stop, my own breathing coming faster. Over and over my fingers thrust up against her button, the muscles in my arm tight. I start pushing harder, attempting to build up the feeling for her. Chanel's moaning gets louder in return. "Fuck, you are so wet," I say, watching her head push back into the mattress. "It feels so good," she cries, eyebrows knit tightly together. After a while I increase my speed again, slamming my hand inside her, a slight burning in my muscles. The thought of her impending orgasm ensures my precision, not a fault in my vigorous pressure. "I want you to cum hard baby, squirt for me." I barely recognize my deep voice. Chanel groans, long and sweet, and my solid cock throbs for her. I'm subconsciously telling my aching meat to be patient. I know I can make her squirt, there is no other option, I need it. ...