What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion - Sex Stories

What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

... face first into the wall, arms stretched taut above her head with her wrists caught in his fist. His teeth scored along the tendons of her neck as his free hand traced the delicate curve of her hip and thigh, dragging her business skirt back up her legs to reveal the tops of her stockings and the pale flesh of her thighs. Rough fingers teased the satin skin exposed above the stocking tops and a whimper escaped the woman’s lips as he swirled his fingertips within her folds, rubbing and pinching at her clit. “Wait,” she whispered, “I want to see you. The tip of her tongue traced her top lip hungrily as she let her hands discover the breadth and width of his chest. Her eyes travelled downward as nimble fingers slipped buttons from button holes and bared the wide expanse of tanned skin to her avid gaze. Warm wet lips followed the trail of her gaze as she dropped to her knees at his feet; hot breath scorched his belly and Tom’s head tipped backwards as that heat engulfed and seared his shaft. “Ahh fuck that’s good, babygirl,” he whispered as his fingers made havoc through her hair and his eyes drifted closed on the image of a blue eyed blonde hungrily consuming his throbbing cock. Wet heat rode along the hard length of him and bright lights sparked behind his closed eyes as the woman’s talented tongue wrapped around the head and sharp teeth gently nibbled on the sensitive skin just below the mushroomed dome. Images of swirling chestnut hair became confused with blonde- blue eyes ...

... morphed into darkly lashed hazel that implored him to cum, to coat her lips with his essence. Tom clenched his fists against the urge to explode, resisted the primitive need to smear her lips and face with his sticky residue as he slowly sawed his full length down into the back of her throat; hearing her gag slightly on his meaty thickness made him feel powerful and full of control. He gripped her hair in a fist and blearily watched as his length slowly slid back and forth through her plump lips, saliva coating the tightly stretched skin of his cock. ‘Fuck’, he thought,’So fucking good.’ The blondes fingers had migrated to her slit and Tom watched in fascination as her fingers became slick and drenched in her desire. The need to bury his cock right there between those pale white thighs roared through his blood like a freight train. Slipping from her grasping lips Tom smiled smugly as he watched his cock bob and rock in front of her eager mouth, a mouth that was still open and willing, desperate to be filled. He teased her by placing the head of his cock on her tongue and rocked gently back and forth. Her lips locked around his head, sucking and trying to draw his length back to the hot recess of her throat. A rumbled laugh echoed from Tom’s chest and he slowly shook his head, “Ive got a need to sink myself inside you, Babygirl.” Tom carefully drew the woman to her feet and pressed her face first against the wall. He began to trace her svelte curves and imagined fuller hips and ...