-
Saturday Night Out
Date: 4/25/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com
my eyes and hands. This isn't foreplay like before. This is animalistic. A prelude, not to sex, but to primal fucking. Primal fucking she has never experienced in her life, her marriage or in our trysts. One of my hands kneaded her breasts as the other wraps itself in her hair. She feels her head being pulled to one side, her neck exposed to my teeth. She feels the rasp of my whiskers on her sensitive skin, and then she feels my hot breath on the nape of her neck. She can't help but moan deep in her throat as I attack her neck. Her hands weakly push at my chest, but my hand caught her forearm moving her hand across my belly and down to my trousers. As she touches my hard cock she gives up the pretense of resistance letting herself go. She lewdly strokes me through my pants as my mouth devours her neck and my hands slide between her legs. She is disappointed when she feels me pull away, but a moment later she lets out a squeal of surprise as I pick her up and set her on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs until she feels her thigh muscles burning, without preamble press my face between her thighs and begin to lick her pussy. I wasn't licking at all. I'm treating her pussy just like I treated her neck. My teeth nipping at her vaginal lips, my tongue sliding inside her like a smaller cock. My face is drenched with her juices, but I hold her steady beneath my hands. She is writhing now, moaning and gasping loudly (which is uncharacteristic of her) while the assault on her ...