Ethan and Chanel 26 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 26

... hungry,” she says, and my breathing catches as she lowers herself. Oh fuck yes. I like when she takes what she wants. When her knees find the floor, her right hand wraps around my raging flesh and it twitches at her touch. My cock has grown quite fond of Chanel, always alert when she’s near. She stares up at me with all her fucking blue eyes, her expression wanting to take and give as she holds me in her little hand. When her eyes find my dick though, she’s gone. Chanel covers my bulbous head with her hot mouth and I groan. She sighs around my dick and starts sucking. My fingers run through her hair, getting any stray locks out of the way, and gently hold her head. I unforgivingly watch her satisfy me, her tongue rolling around my engorged tip, the friction of her full lips, the way her manicured hand holds me tightly. She wasn’t joking when she said she was hungry. That’s the perfect word to describe her actions. The way she sucks me, licks me, buries me in her mouth and nuzzles her head into my lap. If I didn’t know better I’d think she was starving. She’s greedy, using both hands, not giving herself a chance to stop or recoup or pull away. I pant heavily watching my rock hard cock disappear in her beautiful mouth over and over. Her eyes flicker up to me every now and then and I can only stare back with approval. Chanel tilts herself slightly and drops her head on my lap and I gasp when my thickness bumps into the back of her hot throat. “Ohhhh that’s good,” I encourage ...

... her, my grip on her hair tightening. She does it again. And again. I sit in that chair for I don’t know how long, her head bobbing up and down on my slick cock, praying it never fucking ends. I feel smug watching this flawless woman ravish me, wanting to please me, knowing every mother fucker on that beach today wishes he were me. My dick is pretty fucking big, and even though Chanel can’t take it all in her mouth, she makes up for it. Her hands stroke me, her tongue licks me and her mouth is hotter than a fucking oven. Part of me wants to pull her away and slip inside her insanely tight cunt, but the way she’s sucking me cannot be interrupted. To take my meat out of her mouth right now would be the worst kind of punishment. For both of us. And she’s just having so much fun where we are. Too much. The head of my dick is threatening to penetrate her throat, but she keeps it buried, her tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of my cock that will sooner or later be throbbing with release. When she nudges her head from side to side, that threat begins to form into a reality. I can feel the cum tingling in my balls, aching to be released. “Don’t stop, Chanel,” I demand, and she hums. Air hisses through my teeth and she sucks harder. I try to keep my hips in place, not wanting to thrust like a mad man into her perfect face, but it’s hard. My groin is on fire and all I can think about is the way every crevice of her mouth feels. “Chanel, I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, not sure what ...