Making Love to a Chinese Blossom - Sex Stories

Making Love to a Chinese Blossom

... and her feet slipped a little on his skin. She pushed her body up into his mouth, every muscle spasming in slow increments. He moved his right hand up and inched his fingers toward the opening of her body, teasing her as his tongue worked, then sliding them inside her, tugging and pulling at her soul, while his tongue pounded and slid and pulsed against her clit, producing contradictory but symmetrical movements which echoed through her entire body. He could feel her body tightening around his fingers. He knew she was getting close; so he began to drive his fingers and tongue with a more focused purpose until her whole body was panting and gasping, and her hands were in a frenzy on the top of his head. He felt her body tighten to a level it hadn’t yet, and then with violent waves of convulsive pleasure she came, his chin dripping with her sweetness as she let out a loud moan, clutching his hair and pushing her pelvis upwards with all of her strength against his mouth. After she collapsed back down, he looked up at her. 'Good god, that was hot,' he thought to himself, his body solid as a rock. He leaned in and kissed her mouth, his mouth still wet from her pussy, she ran her tongue around his lips before looking down towards his belt. She began to fumble frantically at the buckle. “Stand up,” she said with commanding ferocity, and he did as she said. She quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them down around his ankles as quickly as possible. She paused, as his cock fell out ...

... erect and protruding from under his boxers. She too waited in slight anticipation as she lifted his boxers up and over his cock. She held her breath, having only been with one other man, her fiancé; she was caught off guard by its size, biting her lip at the sight of it, because it was substantially larger than her Korean boyfriend’s. Her heart was still thumping from her orgasm minutes earlier, and she gripped his cock with one hand, looking up at him, dying to slide it between her lips. He watched as her tongue slid up his shaft, until it reached the top, where she devoured it with her small elegant mouth. The silky smoothness of her mouth sent his mind into somersaults. She struggled to fit it into her mouth, but continued to slide it in and out ravenously, running her tongue over the top and staring at him with her fiery eyes. She was dying to have him inside her, and he was burning up to be as well. “I want your body inside me,” she said desperately, her wet pussy dripping down her legs. She moved backwards onto the bed as he followed her up, lifting her legs up into the air, pressing her feet together before him, and looking down. She felt his cock fall onto her pussy and clit as he positioned himself. Her pussy looked unbelievable, squeezed compactly between her thighs. He wet the tip of his cock by sliding it between her pussy lips, looking up at her, wanting to see the movement of his body in her eyes. She waited, knowing any moment that he would fill her. She felt his ...