1. Beach pt2


    Date: 5/7/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: malesub01, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    least witness it in the flesh. "So", she perked up, "You. Do you seduce and fuck lots of men?" I couldn’t help but laugh a little too loudly for the room. "Not really. I’ve only been with a couple of guys, and not always all the way. I’m mostly into women, but I’m not afraid of some good cock, you know?" Something in her eyebrows told me she liked that. I continued, “I can say now, that I’ve been with a few, after Nick. And I didn’t seduce him. He followed me. All I did was say yes to what was in front of me. Did he tell you much?” "Some. He liked your singing. And obviously, your fucking." Then her eyes sparkled with a sudden fever. Her voice lowered conspiratorially.”Tell me. Everything. Details. All the dirty fucking details.” I could see that she was already hooked, and I could feel that this fantasy of mine was more likely to happen now. I saw to the table’s bill before I came back to her, and then I began to slowly recount the filthy goings-on with her hot beau under the moonlight. I told her how we first crossed paths after the club closed. How I’d not seen him there, but he’d obviously heard me sing. Then, I told her of how we crossed paths near the beach, before he decided to tail me straight to the lifeguard’s chair, where I was quietly drinking in the night. "That’s where you two…?" "Un huh. By, and under the chair, right down from Fourth Street. And we finished our sticky goodbyes on top of it." The hissed “Fuuuck” she let out was a deliciously dirty one, rife ...
    with envy and arousal. I took my time painting the rest of the picture, watching her every reaction to the story of those first hot kisses with her boy Nick, followed by the mutual cock rubbing, both through jeans and then unzipped, with hard flesh in hands. I spent some time describing every moment of me having him kneel while I fucked his throat, and fisted his blond mane; how just yanking his jeans from his ass made me decide in the heat of the moment that I really needed to fuck him. She had one hand on her glass and one unseen. I wondered, but didn’t ask. I told her how we slipped underneath the chair for safety, and ended up in a 69 with him on top before I took his hot butt for a wild, penetrating ride. She half-panted one word “Stop.” Then, “Tell me again. The 69.” After which she closed her eyes, took a long sip with a shivering hand on the wine glass, and drank in the visuals I was feeding her. She made some quiet sex noises that had me wondering again. This time, I knew. Her other hand was under her denim skirt and no doubt her panties were soaked. Finally, I recounted the flip-over I did with her beau, how I cut his underwear off of him with my wine opener, and how I placed his face in the sand, raised his hips, and spit-lubed his willing anal ring for an all out balls-deep ass fucking, knowing that our time was short with the patrols in public. I made sure she knew how his long, tight ass’ canal felt wrapped about my cock, how deeply I drove into him as he opened to ...
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