1. Skittles


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: sprite, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    pause, her lips turning up in a pretty little pout that made me want to do exactly as she’d asked; turn her over my lap and give her a good, hard paddling. Then, she giggled and did something totally unexpected. Leaning back across the tub, supporting herself on the other rim, she lifted her hips and pushed one of the red candies into her pussy with a cat like grin. “Sure you don’t want just a little taste?” A heartbeat later she’d pushed one into her tight little puckered bottom. I felt my jaw drop and prayed that I wasn’t embarrassing myself by drooling. “I promise not to tell a soul.” She struck her tongue out at me and placed the third on it, tilting her head back and letting it slide into her mouth, making a show of sucking on it as she spread her legs wide for me, and then closed them again. “Anything, Frank. Anything you’ve ever wanted to do. I won’t say no to nothing. First, you have to spank me. Please?” The last was delivered with a fluttering of lashes specifically designed to tear away my reservations and crumble my resolve. The little minx new exactly what she was doing, bless her horny little heart. Though I wasn’t gentle with her, I wasn’t too rough as I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the crapper, taking a seat on the porcelain lid and pushing her down over my thick thighs. God, she had a nice posterior. It was as close to perfect as I’d ever seen. “You’re one of those girls who likes to be man-handled, Olivia? You like it when your boyfriends ...
    treat you a little rough?” “None of them would dare. They’re such… sticks in the mud. I need a man. A real man to treat me like I deserve.” Without warning, I gave her ass a good hard smack, the sound almost echoing in the tiled room. Predictably, she let out a cry, struggling against me as I grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her still. “This is what you asked for. Just delivering the goods.” I took a moment to admire the pink patch growing on her bottom before giving her other cheek a swift swat. “Yes,” she hissed, doing her best to grind her pussy against my thigh while I did my best to prevent her, my prick straining against my trousers, hungry for her sweet little skittle filled kitty. Four more blows, another to each cheek, one to the back of each thigh, had her sobbing quietly for me to stop and alternately begging for me to hit her harder. “I think that’s enough for now,” I told her, pushing my hand between her thighs from behind so that I could cup her sex. Just as I suspected, she was dripping wet. I took pity on her and did a little exploring, finding her little pleasure button with ease, and stroking it until her breathing became hard and labored once more. “No, please don’t stop,” she whimpered, doing her best to hump my hand until I withdrew it. “Not so fast,” You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.” Recalling the events of the night, I allowed myself a soft chuckle. Murial had pushed her right to the edge again and again and yet, never once allowed her to ...
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