1. The Incubus' Wife: Pleasured At Dinner


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Wife, Young, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    speedily in my blood. I can notice my body itch and tickle from deep craving of him. I want to seize him to myself right this very moment, then kiss him like nobody’s business and also make love to him furiously and energetically until there is no more strength and willpower left in me. Once my breasts are stripped nude, and both my bra and blouse are tossed away by him neglectfully, as if I am not ever going to need them once again, I let him finger and graze my boobies as he feels like carrying out. He smiles gladly at me, pressing on to lay one hand into my skirt underneath so that he can touch my bare buttocks. The sensation of libido that is getting bigger and sprouting up inside me keeps on swelling and surging highly. I feel like I am at long last going to blow up from it. I cannot get to have power over myself anymore. I cannot! “Mason,” I murmur his name softly, moaning to myself silently as he winds me farther down against the table and in addition to this unfasten the zip of his fly so that he hurriedly yanks out his dick and furthermore wrench my panties down to stick his thing inside my vagina. This all feels so incredibly sugar and honey melded together. I like it. I feel like I am somewhere in heaven already. In no time, he has begun to tap in and out of me, banging me gently at first, and strengthening up his pace and vigor as he carries on with the labor. I slant myself down on the table, checking myself from groaning out the more louder. He tugs my hair ...
    to himself and winds and snuffs it. I love that he is bearing this on himself. He consistently tells me that I have got the most sweetened smell in the entire world—and I believe him! My hands rush their way to his behind and grips on to it firmly and doggedly. Why is that ladies’ and guys’ buttocks are the softest stuff on their bodies? I love bashing my hands on my own butts and also playing carelessly with my anus. I what’s more love to play smoothly with Mason’s fantastically made and fashioned ass. This is an obsession which I think has to have no any possible healing or remedy. Maybe I am mistaken. But I am just so insanely possessed and perpetually teased in a sexual way by eyeballing guys’ butts. How come? He braces me harder, wresting and pulling me sharply to himself. I am just peaceful and reserved in stillness. What have I got to say in any case? What certainly? I must let him take charge of the situation and do what he feels like executing. He pecks me swiftly on the lips and then switches his tongue up and down my neck. I am un-stirring and soundless, staying my eyes close and allowing tears to spew out lavishly, just like a faucet does with water. Sex does not hurt or pain. It is one of the most beautiful and delectable things around which we come to experience in life. Then why am I weeping silently here—you may be wondering? It is just that I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t put up with too much of this sugar and sweetness. Enough is enough already! When I am ...
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