Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality - Sex Stories

Fashion Expert, Make up Artist, and TV Personality

... pulling, eliciting a gasp from her. The material gives way haphazardly, the elastic and lace clinging to each other. It is split again on the opposite side, the pieces on her hips falling to the side. She hears me sigh, my hand running over her trimmed mons. She feels bare, her top gathers on her waist and her panties in shreds. The piece that covers her pussy remains, stuck to her lips from her dampness. Unable to control herself, she wiggles uncomfortably, glad to have the knife away from her skin. Movement on the bed tells her that I laid down between her legs. She no longer sees me, as her breasts block the view. She feels my hair brush against her thighs, my hands holding her hips. Slowly the last scrap of fabric fell from her wet slit. My hand, my teeth? She can't tell what I use, but it is gone and the cool air mingles with my hot breath, dancing over her labia. Did I say something? Was that a moan? Her head shook, trying again to remove the blindfold while I'm preoccupied. My tongue tracing over her inner thighs, and she instinctively tenses. She hates oral. I steady her thighs diving in, my tongue sweeping from her opening to her clit. She flinchs, pulling on her restraints, her verbal protests garbled. She can't tell if I took that as encouragement or complaint – I continue, regardless. She groans trying to pull away over and over, squirming and writhing. Her struggles are rewarded as the blindfold slides off her head and she can suddenly see. I didn't notice, my ...

... attention is on her slit. She threw back her head, accepting that I won't stop. A finger slips into her dripping cunt, exploring. She jumps as it presses against her G-spot. My lips sucking on her clit and she groans, from pleasure. My thick finger massaging her spot, sliding in and out. I'm enjoying finger fucking her, my finger elicits the sluttiest wet noises she has ever heard. Her hips circling, enticing me. She likes my finger wanting more; she can never cum like this, but it feels wonderful all the same. A loud noise came from her right. I look up, noticing her blindfold is off. The noise came from her phone, the alarm screeching. I pick up her phone, disabling the alarm. I pull her head forward with a click release the gag. Her tongue pushes out the rubber ball, saliva hanging on her lips and chin. " One three seven one" she gasps, adjusting her jaw. My body is over hers. Leaning down, I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her stiff jaw didn't resist as my hand closes around it, pulling her to my lips. She tastes her juices on my lips, on my tongue entwined with hers. Her eyes close as she finds herself kissing back, sucking my lower lip and biting my tongue playfully. I bit her lip, hard, and pulls away. She takes a deep breath, loosening her jaw as the pain subsides. " Now those lips belong wrapped around my cock." She opens her mouth slightly, her tongue flicking over her lips. " Let me up and I'll give you the best blow job you've ever had." She gives a a ...