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Mourning Sex

Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

her eyes went wide. I caught her and held her so she wouldn't fall. "Are you okay?" I asked. Her eyes studied mine and then the panic left her. She blushed a bit, but she let her knees part and she stood on her own again. My eyes were still asking her to answer when her eyes closed and she leaned into me for support again. After a bit, she seemed to get control again, and she smiled up at me. "I told you I hate bleach," she said with a smile. "Let the water run. There is plenty of hot water, and I don't think I'm done yet." "Tell me about the fantasy, then," I asked. She studied my face again, and I know her mind was racing off on its own track again. "I'm going to blame Robin for all of this," she said. "Like right now. Robin is always telling me how she loves the feeling of hot cum dripping out. I've never really felt it before, not like this." She closed her eyes and leaned against me again. "The heat as it drips out is incredible," she said breathlessly. "Blame Robin," she repeated as she steadied herself. Her eyes sought mine for approval as she reached down between her legs and teased her fingers through her folds. Her eyes stayed on mine as she brought her sticky fingers up and licked them. "Blame Robin," she said again. Even as the shower was washing the juices away, she finger painted them onto her neck and chest and breasts. "I took the fantasy too far, but I am already marked." Her eyes lost focus and she leaned against me again. Her hand returned to play between ... her legs. "How much did you put in there?" she exclaimed. She smeared her fingers across her breasts and stomach. "Robin always brings the videos. Sometimes she brings ones that she knows I will like. Other times, I think she tries to shock me, or at least push my boundaries." She reached between her legs and started earnestly stroking herself. "One time, I watched more of a video than I wanted to, and I asked her why they even made it. Each scene started nice, but then suddenly the guy was peeing on the girl. The girl let him pee on her body and her face and even in her mouth. I didn't get it." I had to steady her as she stroked faster. I don't think she was worked up about the video, but something about telling me about it was making her hot to cum again. "Robin suggested that it was an animal thing. The man marks his woman just like the pack leader marks his bitches!" Her legs were trembling as her fingers flew across her groin. "I was lost in your fantasy. I don't use those words, but the fantasy took us there. You were my Alpha, I was your Bitch. Fuck, it’s hard to think. I am so close." I held her body and waited for her to finish. Her desire came first. The wet sounds of her fingers driving in and out of her pussy were louder than the shower spray, and the hot drops of cum that sprayed around her fingers were hotter than the shower water. She cried and trembled and pushed herself for as long as she could. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled. "You are my Alpha," she ...