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Mourning Sex

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

fast your head will spin. I might not even let you have your clothes. Do you understand?" I understood all right. The heat radiating off of her body where she pressed into my cock was amazing, and she was going to make me cum. I also knew she would probably cum again before I did. At the moment, her breasts were pressed into my chest. It did take a lot of effort not to look at them. "Yes ma'am," I agreed. She started grinding a little faster. My eyes were locked on hers, and I managed to keep them there when she tried to trick me by looking down at her own breasts. She frowned a bit, perhaps because her breasts weren't quite visible. She sat up and back to increase the temptation. I don't know that I could have been more tempted, and not just to look. Her breasts were dangerously close to my face, and I could have easily and happily attacked either nipple with my mouth. Her change of position did cause an increase in the pressure on my cock. More of her weight was riding on it, and it was almost hurting. I grabbed her ass with both hands, and lifted her enough to relieve the pressure. She gasped for two reasons. First, she seemed to love the feel of my hands on her ass, and the strength of my arms. Second, by lifting her, my cock had slid a bit lower. Her wetness had been coating it, and now it was sliding wetly between the upper parts of her vulva and over her clit. She was racing quickly towards another orgasm. She tried to break my will by rocking her breasts against ... my chin. I opened my mouth to invite her to feed them to me. A smile of inspired lust broke out across her face. She brought her left hand up her breast. "I think I taste good when I cum," she purred. "My hand is soaked in it, and look how I am coating my nipple with it. Don't you want to look at how hard my nipple is?" My eyes were watering as the desire to look and then devour burned through me. I refused to look away as I watched her face reflect the pleasure she was giving herself. I think the only thing keeping her from cumming again was the game she was focusing on. "I should do the other one," she said in a shaky voice. Her right hand pressed down between us and she slid her fingers past my cock. She rolled her hips back and pressed her fingers deep to coat them with her juices. Suddenly, the head of my cock popped back in next to her fingers, and she froze in place. Technically, I was not inside her, but the head of my cock was as deep into her as it could be without actually entering her. "No!" she cried. "Don't panic," I commanded. "Let me lift you clear." She raised her eyes to mine, and I think she was looking for an ally for her struggles in her head. I could tell that her mind was racing, and she wasn't winning. I waited anxiously for her to agree. "Where did you go to school?" she asked suddenly. "What?" "Where?" she demanded. I was puzzled but I told her both the high school and the college that I attended. She told me where she had gone to school. "How many ...