1. Little Perversions


    Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Dancing_Doll, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    between the white fabric and my hipbone. With a surgeon’s precision, you slice through them and my panties fall away. I briefly feel the cool air on my mound and I close my eyes as I feel another splash of milk over the skin you’ve just exposed. You ply the lips of my vulva apart and I instinctively tilt my hips so that the next slow pour hits my clit and fills my folds. I already feel like I’ve been fucked a dozen times and we haven’t even started. The thick head of your cock teases my slit, sliding back and forth through the milky cream. “Fuck me,” I whisper, and this time I can feel the ache of want rising up in my throat. Your hands close roughly around my neck, and your fingers tap against my chin, taunting me. “You want my cock?” “Yes,” I manage to cry as I feel the pressure of your grip intensify. You finally push into me and the milk squelches noisily around your shaft. You’re slow and deliberate but your thrusts are coming hard, bottoming out and forcing my pelvis to smack into yours. The metal table legs squeal as they shift and rock against the tiled floor. “Oh yeah, fuck me,” I beg shamelessly. Your hands continue to hold a vise-like grip around my neck, doubling up the intensity. “You like getting choked and fucked like a dirty slut don’t you, Babydoll.” “Yes,” I whimper. “You love my cock, don’t you?” The sounds coming from my restricted throat are muffled and you lean in and bite my full lower lip before adjusting your hold that so that you can push your ...
    thumb forcefully into my mouth. “Suck it,” you order. You build a steady yet undeniably aggressive rhythm. I know you’re enjoying my reactions and I can see in the intensity of your stare. You’re transfixed by the deep flush of my cheeks, my wildly fluttering lashes and my bruised pout stretched around your thumb as you hit your mark over and over again against my tender cervix. “What did you tell me earlier on the phone?” You ease up on my neck, leaving me panting and struggling to get the words out. “That you can have my ass.” “Mmm… that’s right. Fucked raw, I think was how you put it.” “Mmm… fuck,” I echo back. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Of course you will,” you growl into my ear. “You always have.” You’re right, of course. From the moment we first met, I’ve been a very willing whore for you. Our collision course began in that dark underground sex club on the outskirts of the city. The way you’re looking at me right now as you punish my cunt reminds me of the way you looked at me that night, completely uncensored. In my head, I’m reliving the way you emerged from the red-hued shadows of the room. You stood with your back rigid against the wall, sipping bourbon, as I recall. I remember tasting it on your tongue later that night. You were completely unassuming back then, as though you could have been in any club in any city. There was nothing about the way you were dressed or the way you were groomed that would lead anyone to believe you belonged there. There were no BDSM or ...
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