1. The Reporter - Part 2


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: 0Curious, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    childhood, her troubled adolescent years and how she had fallen into Erdogan's net. She had eventually told him about Mike, but on the proviso that he stay with her through the night, and he had. Having her soft skin and sexual curves up against him had had its effect, and she had felt it too, but fortunately he had resisted any base urge to act. He felt the warmth wrapped around his swollen length and sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve this. "Morning Hope," he said as he ran his fingers gently through her hair. She mumbled something unintelligible on his cock, squeezed his hand and gave a deep suck on his length, causing him to close his eyes momentarily and breath in appreciatively. She continued on like this until she could feel his uretha fill, and at this point she freed his length from it's confines. She instead, began to circle his swollen helmet with her agile, velvety tongue and laughed as his cock twitched at her touch. "Come up here," he said. She hesitated, not wanting to kill the moment by reminding him of her damaged face. "I'd rather stay down here and look after you, big boy." "Well, I'd rather be more involved," he joked. "If you won't come up, then send that tight, young pussy up for me, will you." She swivelled around and hovered over his hard rod, in reverse cowgirl, just letting her puckered hole have the lightest of touches on him. She leant forward, her long hair falling, giving him a delicious view of her sex. It was delightfully taught, ...
    glistening in the morning light that had, at that moment, forced a way through a gap in the window blinds. A natural spotlight for his prize, that a lighting man, on a porn set could not have better planned. He salivated as she swayed her hips, and gradually started to shuffle backwards. She had to spread her knees wider as she approached his chest; at which point she brought her hand around behind her rear, and with two fingers, deftly spread her moist lips. "Breakfast is served," she giggled, before flicking out her tongue and lapping up the translucent precum that had escaped from him. Flik slapped her ass cheek in appreciation, enjoying the redness appear and mark a visible trace of his passage. He wasn't in a hurry this morning and was feeling light hearted and playful; perhaps to alleviate the intensity of the previous evening. He put a palm on each cheek, and spread them, offering himself a ringside seat at Hope's sexual merry-go-round; his head already in a spin. As he admired the short, wispy landing strip that lay above her sex, he blew out a gentle stream of air to tickle her ass hole, which was greeted by a contented 'Mhmm,' from between his legs. He let his thumb massage around her ring as his tongue paved a way from her pubic hair, over the nub of her clit, gently skirting a trail along the natural groove of her folded lips and up to meet his thumb. Hope was deftly massaging his balls like a pro, as she lazily lapped at his length. He was close though, and the slow ...
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