Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01

... throughout my soul. Not only was Kristanna's ass firm, but it was also ripe and luscious. I pinched and squeezed the supple, taut flesh, and even slipped my hands into her back pockets. Kristanna seemed to wiggle about some more as I did that. But I soon realized that she enjoyed the sensations of her pelvis rubbing itself over and across the hard, aching bulge within my trousers. That really seemed to get her going. Kristanna yelped and giggled with arousal once I spun her around and pinned her beneath me upon the floor. I looked at Kristanna for a moment - admiring her face and its beauty - then kissed her with great abandon. This time, I groped her breasts with both hands and got rid of her tank-top, too. She snaked her hands underneath my own shirt and ran them alongside my shoulder blades and back, her long, sharp fingernails sending erotic shivers down to my very core. I broke our mutual kiss, but quickly descended upon her neck and began to lick and nibble upon the sensitive skin. The erstwhile, energetic blonde now cradled my head with both hands and cooed out her approval. When I unhooked Kristanna's white bra and slid it from her shoulders, I was insatiable and hungry as I attached my lips to one of her pert nipples and began feasting away upon it. But as was often the case whenever Kristanna and I were together, things began to spiral and eventually reach a whole new level. The ravenous hellcat spun me around and pinned me beneath her, her mouth now assaulting my ...

... own. Turnabout is fair play, of course, so I returned the favor by flipping her over and doing the same to her. Our shared kiss had reached staggering proportions by the time we both rose up to our knees, our bodies entwined and violently bumping together as one. I did not even realize during that maddening sequence that I had unbuttoned Kristanna's denim jeans and pulled them, as well as her white G-string underneath, down to mid-thigh. Pamela sure did, though, and she used it as an opportunity to seize the moment and have a little fun with Kristanna. Also on her knees, I watched intently as Pamela slid behind Kristanna and then offered her bare ass a hard, back-handed slap which, needless to say, surprised the Norwegian to no end. She responded by breaking our kiss and shooting a look back at Pamela, before re-attaching her mouth to mine. Seconds later, however, Pamela slapped her ass again. And again. After a fourth blow, Kristanna squealed madly and shot another glance Pamela's way. "Stop that!" she said, staring at Pamela, who could barely contain her laughter, for several seconds. Kristanna seemed to be stewing as she turned back around to face me, only to kiss me once more. "You know you love it," Pamela sneered, before she gave the 25-year-old's backside a series of hard, unrelenting swats. Kristanna finally screamed out and, in the process, flung around and focused all of her attention on Pamela. "Stop that!" she insisted, albeit in a playful tone. Pamela offered an ...