Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... covering her tight core. Then he continued downward, clamping his hands around her butt. Pulling her in, he planted his mouth against her crotch, and gnawed and licked at her through her pants. Jenna tilted her chin up and pressed the back of her head hard against the mirror. She blinked her eyes, clearing the fog from her vision, and focused on the reflection of sunlight on the back wall, trying to ease herself down from the brink as his tongue fluttered along her line. Her stomach hitched and a wet surge suddenly escaped through her. Within seconds the crotch of her pants were darkened by Tyrone’s saliva and, to his satisfaction, Jenna’s inner moistness. He lapped at it through the material, but then he wanted a better taste of it. He found a seam along the back of her pants and exploited it, gripping the material and tearing through it like paper. Again, Jenna found herself clinging to the barre, planting her feet and toes, locking her wobbly knees, as Tyrone shredded her pants till they were just tattered threads around her ankles. With almost ridiculous patience he took a moment to raise each foot and slip the remains of her garment off, giving her ankles a kiss before lowering them to the floor. All the while he looked up at her with a leering grin, admiring her nude body. He moved on her exposed lips, reaching up and spreading apart her tender folds and exposing her pink petals to his languid licks. Jenna covered her mouth with one hand while the other gripped the ...

... barre like a vice. Her nostrils flared with loud puffs of air, but she was resolved to mute her groans. It felt like exquisite bliss, though, Tyrone’s tongue slithering against her, within her, with force and zeal. As he teased her tingling clit with his lips and teeth, she squeezed her eyes tight, pinching a tear from each side. Tyrone slid his fingers in, tapping more quenching moistness with stiff thrusts of his digits. His tongue swirled, lapping every drop. He couldn’t deny how tasty she was as she continued to come across his tongue and lips in trembling spurts. She had such a succulent, fresh snatch that he could just consume all day. Still, a heavy frown crossed his brows. Some detail was missing exempting this moment from perfection. He rose to his feet. Jenna felt his tongue pull away from her, allowing her momentary respite. She breathed hard against her palm and opened her eyes just as she felt his large hand stroking at her throat. Standing at her side, leaning against the glass, Tyrone caressed her neck gently. Breathing against her flushed face, he asked, “You’re not enjoying this, Jenna? Your body tells me you like it, but you’re so quiet.” Jenna stared at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn’t resist as he lifted her hand away from her mouth, only to return to stroking her throat. “Where’s that sweet, soft voice of yours? Hmm, baby?” he goaded. “Don’t fight it." She remained mute save for quiet, trembling gasps. Then she felt his fingers start to close ...