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

    really? By the time that he is finished, I grab hold of his penis and start to rub and caress it gently and carefully. This gadget and thing is so soft and squashy-like; this very same thing that fills me with too immeasurable pleasure and pain at the same time. How come it is like this? For the first time ever since we have begun fucking in his car, Chase comes and orgasms without any other alternative or exception. His thickly, ceaseless semen starts to jet and shoot out towards my helpless, battered-up vagina. It is all so good and satisfying. What more else can I say or even add up? What precisely? Oh Chase! My one love and soul mate. How I love and adore him like nothing else in this entire world! When he grasps my chin with his very own hand, I swallow and gulp down hard. What else is he going to do to me next? I watch and observe him bend down towards me. I wish that he was stark and one hundred per cent naked right now. I love and adore to gawk at him when he is naked and undressed. As his eyes seek and probe for mine, he arches down his back so that he enters and works in his dick inside me again. This is so sweet and beautiful of him! I relish and love it like nothing else. Oh yeah! I seriously and frankly do. We both start to sweat. We are so tired and exhausted—I am solely guessing and thinking up. But beads of sweat and exhaustion are assuredly and steadily slipping down our foreheads or brows. Even so, I am still prepared and readied up for furthered more rounds ...
    of endless sex. Chase pounds and thrusts hard and tirelessly into me. I hold on to the sides and edges of my seat as he effects this; and I can see and observe that his teeth are clenched and tightened up securely. He looks so grave and serious-minded. Oh Chase, my love. How come it is that he is sweeter and more enjoyable than honey or pizza? How come? A few moments later, we are both through and finished up. We have had and enjoyed more sex for now, I probably think. He is lying down there on his seat, his zip undone and his dick still unveiled and droning out lazily in sheer, utter exhaustion. Streams of sweat are still oozing and dribbling down his fagged, knackered-up face. I love him! Even if he is a Son of The Devil. Screw him for it! I cover up my naked pussy with my dress and straight away tell him, “Take me home right this very moment, Chase.” He looks at me with a bit of disappointment and disbelief in his eyes. “Aren’t you going to spend the night at my place?” This is all a plea and supplication on his part, rather than a mere question or query. “No,” I insist strongly and vehemently and he gives in to precisely just what I have enquired of him. “Fine, Mila. I will take you home. But only on one condition that you agree to spend the coming weekend at my place. What do you say to this?” He is serious and grim faced as he talks about this. I can feel his words and emotions too. “No, Chase. If I turn down your kindly offer, what are you going to do to me?” “Nothing ...
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