1. Fool's Paradise


    Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    chest and he pulled away, catching his breath. Bedroom. Kitchen. Bathroom. Lounge. His hand closed around her wrist and he pulled her after him into the lounge. Her eyes flicked around the room and rested on him as he dropped onto the sofa. “Take it off,” he breathed. Her hands went to the hem of her dress. She had beautiful hands. Small, with slim fingers, no jewellery, no nail polish, nothing at her wrists either. Her nails were cut short. She lifted the dress and whisked it off hurriedly; as if afraid she might have second thoughts. She stood in front of him in nothing but her heels and panties. Self-consciously, she shook her hair out and it draped over the soft swell of her breasts, veiling them from Max’s view. He wanted to tell her to push it back over her shoulders but his mouth was dry. His hand found his cock through his shorts and he squeezed the aching hardness almost subconsciously. Eva’s eyes followed the movement of his hand and she swallowed, gazing at him shamelessly as he stroked his hot, rigid length. “What are you looking at?” he whispered, and even a whisper was too loud in the tense stillness of his flat. “This is what I do every single day, Eva; it’s nothing new. Sometimes twice a day. I touch my cock and I think of you. Nobody else. Nobody else does it for me anymore. Not porn, not real women. The only person I want covered in my cum is you.” She wasn’t shocked, at least not noticeably. He felt like the two of them were distant from the rest of the ...
    world. He’d craved this kind of closeness. It was like looking at the stars. So ethereal and decadent. He leaned forward, hooked his fingers into the waistband of her black panties and pulled her to him. She stumbled a little but came willingly, her hair falling forward and brushing his face. It taunted him with the smell of rain again. He pushed down her panties until they fell to her ankles and she stepped artlessly out of them. He could feel her eyes on him, awaiting his next move, and he shoved his hand between her legs and felt her warm, wet snatch. She stifled a gasp, her feet inching apart and he pressed one finger inside her, feeling her push against his hand. She was smooth and silky wet, ready and willing. “You want another?” he hissed, and he pushed the tip of his middle flinger to her invaded entrance, his hand already impossibly wet. “You fucking love it when I own your cunt, don’t you?” Eva shuddered, her hand coming out to grasp his shoulder. “You’ve always owned it.” she breathed, “You just never knew it. Since I was a teenager, the only man I ever thought of was you.” The ghost of a smile decorated her delicately pretty face. “I hated your wife. I was extra sweet to her to make up for it. I wanted to be her.” Max made to protest but she shook her head. “Not like that. I wanted to be in her position. I wanted to get fucked by you every single night, feel your body pushing down on mine. It was all I ever dreamed of.” He was too far gone to even acknowledge hearing ...
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