Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... lust about to be satiated. Resolve settled uneasily within her. Tyrone slipped an arm under her thigh and tugged her roughly to him, stretching her arms. Holding her, he gave three fingers long licks, then buried them into her tender slit. Jenna yelped. She bucked her hips up, twisting on the barre as she felt the rapid thrusts of Tyrone’s thick fingers delving deep inside of her again, scoping her inner flesh. She turned her head aside, desperately trying to muffle her gasping moans against her shoulder and arm. “Just making some space.” With a lecherous grin, Tyrone withdrew his fingers. Pulling her leg aside further, he took hold of his cock and angled it towards Jenna’s snatch. Jenna narrowed her eyes and glared at him. A man of indescribably dark intent stared back, but she was unable to bring herself to look down. She could feel him wield his cock though, teasing her with it. She felt the girth and weight of it sliding along her lower belly like a slick serpent. Finally she felt his thick head nudging at her slit, caressing her petals up and down, prodding them apart. She sucked in her lips and drew swift breaths through her nose. As she clutched her fingers around her shirt bindings, she felt him enter with a solid thrust. “Huhn-ahh!” Tyrone filled her with one quick stroke, his lengthy, dark cock going in with a sharp jolt. Enveloped within her warmth, he felt her clench against his shaft -- a delicious sensation. Immediately he reached under her other thigh, locked ...

... her in, then cranked his hips repeatedly. He accentuated each thrust with a growling grunt, pumping his ample length into Jenna’s writhing body with reckless abandon, holding true to his boast: “Hard and deep.” Jenna’s nimble body stretched, hung like a hammock above the carpet, her hands bound and tethered to the barre, her crotch spiked against Tyrone’s. Her gasps and groans, the rattling wall mirrors, and the indulgent slaps of their bodies as they came together filled the studio. She was unable to shut out the noise, unable to resist the tantalizing aches of her overexerted body and the swell of Tyrone’s rigid cock grinding into her like a lubricated piston. She strained against her bindings, losing the sensation in her numbed hands. She didn’t care. “Fuck!” Tyrone growled. He was bristling. He knew that, physically, Jenna was fit and deceptively strong and he was intent on testing her limits. Yet it was her spirit that drove him, that he desired the most. That was what he was experiencing with each broad thrust. Jenna’s thighs were rubbed red from the brush of his hips. Her alluring lips pushed in and pulled out as his thick cudgel continued its harsh strokes, her light skin absorbing his length of dark flesh. Her flexibility was indeed a benefit for them both as he jerked and jolted her up and down, side to side. With each adjustment she made he engaged her to the draw out the carnal pleasure to the fullest. As she clenched upon him, he slowed his strokes to a steady, ...