Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... slippery movement of hands running reckless over body parts or the assistance it offered when attempting to penetrate a tight opening. A body responding to impulsive persuasion, imagination feeding curiosity, an irresistible urge for anal penetration sweeping away hesitancy, arching her back and pouting her bottom, spreading her legs and opening her body, both hands finding purchase against the wall, a shuffle, a wiggle of her hips and a fleeting glance over her shoulder, a broad smile, a nod of approval and a whispered invitation dancing behind tight lips. The soft cheeks parted, the dark anal shrine open and inviting, the sphincter muscles pulsing around the rectal pocket, gripping his swollen appendage firmly in his hand, guiding the smooth head against the tight opening, the soapy lubricant assisting penetration, pushing slowly and gently at first until the anal passage yielded and the gruesome limb slid slowly inside her bottom. "Oh, my God!" she cursed, her voice echoing inside the steamy enclosure, sucking in air between gritted teeth, a hesitant pause and an uncomfortable shuffle, the unexpected visitor an unfamiliar display of intimacy, a contorted face looking over her shoulder, reaching back with her hand and gripping his arm, a moment of unnerving silence hanging between them. “Give me a moment,” she sighed, her voice barely a whisper, a painful cry and a choking gasp blowing from a breathless mouth, the brief pause giving her time to regain her composure before ...

... letting go of his arm, a reassuring smile brushing away the need for caution, a deep intake of breath and a nod of her head signalling her willingness to continue. A moment of composure and a renewed enthusiasm, easing in gently and easing out slowly, a soft lazy rhythm of give and take, an exchange of coital intimacy, discomfort surrendering to pleasure, hands reaching back, gripping his buttocks and urging him forward, wriggling her hips and pushing back to meet the force, momentum gathering pace, thrashing her head from side to side, her tits swinging recklessly, her body jerking with each pounding thrust, easing in and pulling out, entering and retreating, balls deep inside her bruised bottom, sphincter pulsing in quiet protest, anal muscles tightening over the thick muscle gripping his cock like a vice, giving and taking, giving more, taking more, the threatening length and impossible girth, stretching and filling the dark abyss with an unforgiving force. A collection of unrecognisable sounds spilling in muted curses from a helpless mouth, uncomfortable shuffles, painful grunts and short gasping pants, moans following groans, a burning sensation claiming her tight orifice, the dark shrine of intimacy bleeding fluids, a frustrated sigh hissed between tight lips, tearful eyes looking back over her shoulder, her bruised mascara smearing her face, painful whispers stumbling over agonising cries . “You’re too big. It hurts. I think my legs are about to give way” Easing the ...