Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... bed, hovering over his torso, feeling the intimidating force pressing hard against her bottom, her blue eyes shimmering with lustful intent, her breathing rapid, the onset of dampness building between her legs, her feline frame arched upwards like a prowling lioness scenting prey, moving her hips and wriggling her bottom, her pendulous breasts swinging from side to side, her nipples brushing against his face, her buttocks rocking back and forth in a seductive dance over the perilous attachment. She smiled into his eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting in a wicked smile, the promise of suggestion dancing behind her eyes, sweeping her tongue over her top lip with flirtatious intent, leaning forward and sliding down his sculptured stomach, her shapely tits flattening against his chest, her bottom resting on his muscular thighs, cupping her weighty breasts in each hand and lowering them over the monstrous limb, pushing her tits together and wrapping them around the length, capturing the swollen limb firmly between her bosoms. Sliding up and down in a slow seductive tempo, the throbbing muscle a prisoner in her cleavage, watching the small eye opening on the downward stroke and then closing on the upward motion, a breathless moan and a grunting groan hissing between tight lips, the euphoria of his impending release interrupting her teasing intimacy, shifting her weight on the bed, sitting up and letting his cock slip from her cleavage. A moist vulva rubbing against his meaty ...

... length and a familiar sensation flooding her thighs, a compulsive urge for penetration, reaching down in hungry pursuit of carnal pleasure, gripping the sturdy flesh in her hand and guiding his massive cock in line with her receptive sleeve, opening her body and preparing the moist lips for entry, a whispered cry and a hissing curse blurted through tight lips, nine-and-a-half-inches of hard flesh easing inside her body, her vulva stretching to accommodate the long thick column, thrusting his hips back and forth, the formidable length completing its journey to the cervix, the muscles of her inner walls tightening around the thick shaft, her clitoris rubbing against the hard limb, the pleasurable acquaintance teasing her senses with heightened expectation. Bodies connecting, hips and pelvis moving to persuasive urges, pulling him deeper inside her portal of pleasure, raising her bottom slightly, lifting and lowering, up and down, gaining momentum, joining and separating, easing him in and easing him out, lifting and dropping, thrusting and grinding, wiggling and thrashing, lifting and lowering, hard and fast, soft and slow, the threatening limb breaching the fleshy folds, stretching her burning entrance, the pace quickening, curses joining gasps, pants and grunts smothered under the sound of a banging headboard and squeaking bed springs. She was fucking him. He was fucking her. Two bodies fucking to a chorus of urgent grunts and a verbal commentary of filthy curses, a brief ...