1. Surrender


    Date: 1/8/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: jwpa17, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    strong a musk, and brought you to the strongest orgasm yet with his fingers, before he entered you. You don't remember any other details. You don't know how many men you served, only that they enjoyed you, that you came with many of them and that you enjoyed serving each of them. Very much. You don't remember me untying you, but you do remember me holding you. You remember me gently touching your lips again, gently kissing you. stroking your hair, then softly caressing your wet, swollen pussy. You realize I'm hard, and you bend forward to kiss the head of my cock sweetly, then took it in your mouth. "Please don't make me cum, love. I want to be inside you." You smile and nod gently, then release me. "Be gentle. I'm a little sore," you say, smiling. I pull you to straddle me and guide my cock into you. Even hard and fully erect, I am smaller than many of your lovers this evening. Your pussy is still well lubricated and I slide in easily. I pull you to my chest, smiling at your smiling face. We are as nearly one as is possible. You ride me, then lean forward, giving me a long, long kiss while rocking, moving my cock very gently in and out. You ...
    know from experience I can't last long inside you but you don't want me to cum too fast. You feel a hand on your back, hear Bill's voice. “Honey, are you OK? It was so sexy, watching you. Aren't you sore?” “Go away, Bill. Wait in the lobby. I'll send her down when we're finished.” You smile at the annoyance in my voice, but are secretly glad that I had admonished him, so that you didn't have to. You smile at me and tighten your PC muscle, then smile more as I moan and cum in you. Your hands are all over my chest, my throat, my face, and you cover my face with kisses. “Oh, my god, you are so incredible, sweetheart. Thank you.” I kiss you, now chastely. It is time to give you back to Bill, for you to be the elegant, proper wife again. I know that you will ride home, perhaps making a little small talk, that you will make love with him, that the closeness you share is different, more intimate than that we share. At least, until the next time. You dress, then turn to me as you hold the door. “I don't suppose you'll tell me how many men there were?” “There were just enough, sweetheart. I got you just enough.” You smile, blow me a kiss, and leave.
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