1. The Demon's Bride


    Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Authoritarian, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Spanking, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Without saying any slight, subdued word, he goes on to stir and inch himself towards me, sealing and slamming shut his watchful eyes as he does this. I become terrified and shaky. I start to quiver and tremble remedilessly, and I can’t even get to control or restrain myself from wishing and desiring him to furnish and provide me with sex and the like. I know that he is going to end up banging and slamming frantically into my slowly soaking and drenching up pussy; I don’t seem to even care or bother about it all that much. With a hurried, frenzied-like sweep and thrust, Chase abruptly and unexpectedly raps and strokes his lips against mine. I freeze in my seat this very instant, putting my breath and locomotion on an un-delayed hold. The way and manner that his teeth gnaw and chomp delightfully on my lips makes me tingle and vibrate with fierce, unrelenting desire of him. He moves and crawls himself up onto me. His broad, heavy chest collides and makes immediate contact with my breast. I budge and switch my hands to his behind, where I caress steadily and gently his velvety smooth, thrilling-to-touch-and-caress bums. He straight away groans out happily in immense, immeasurable pleasure. I lift and toss my head back up, furthermore going on to chuck and sling away the impatient threads of hair that have cascaded and tripped over into my face. Chase Hughes here belongs to me. He is all mine—my man and my treasured lover all combined in one. “Pull your legs up, my sweet baby,” ...
    he purrs and hisses out to me specifically, shortly carrying on to bite and nibble my ear gleefully after voicing this out. I moan and weep out softly as a starting point, and then dare on to do what he has inquired me. I lift and heave my feet to settle them down on the seat beneath, and just as I am about to sift and search charily for his loving, compassionate and deeply caring eyes, he slots his fingers in between my thighs. I moan and cry out in extreme most pleasure and gladness. Are we really supposed to be faring this far? As I exhale and breathe out heavily and relentlessly, Chase’s gentle lips smooth and graze their way against mine, electrifying and galvanizing me instantaneously into a two-minute orgasm all at the very same time and moment. I don’t know what to precisely think or even do this particular moment. I think that I am in heaven. Are those sweet, melodious, and tuneful voices I can hear now not the unquestionable crooning and singing of happy, innocent angels? As he continues to kiss and smooch my lips deeply and more deeply and deliriously, he bores and mines his fingers deep inside my vagina, touching this side and that other, tapping this ecstatic, rapt gland this way and that other manner and fashion. I keep my eyes fastened and sealed up, devouring and consuming the boundless pleasure and delight that he is furnishing me with. “Would you mind if I lick and take a fleet, momentary lap of your sweet, honeyed-like vagina?” He is asking me this in a ...
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