1. Gazebo #8


    Date: 2/17/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: LadyLexxx, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    remained closer and my body still leans into the kiss that is no longer happening. Opening my eyes I see them both staring at me, her at eye level and him on his knees. Smiling at them both must have been some unspoken consent because he shifted position from facing her to facing me, looking up expectantly. I feel the rush of blood through my veins, my cheeks going red, my clit engorging, my passion making my breath catch in my throat. I give a nod. What am I nodding about? Is that what they were waiting for? Apparently, a nod is exactly what they were waiting for. The woman shifts closer to me on the railing and leans into me. I look from the man on the floor before me to the woman next to me. She starts to kiss me, her hands gingerly taking my breasts in her hand and rubbing my nipples through my still damp bra. Her other hand moves to my back and pushes me closer to her mouth while fiddling with my bra strap. I gasp into her mouth as I feel the man’s hands on my hips, curling his fingers into my panties and slowly dragging them down my legs. I step out of them and he places them aside. I feel his hands and lips lightly wander their way back up my legs. His hands reach my ass, one on each cheek, tilting my pelvis forward, granting him better access to my swollen pussy lips. I can feel his hot breath against my naked and wet flesh. Tentatively, he takes a first lick. I shiver, but not from the rain. My knees go weak and he steadies me with his hands on my ass as he works ...
    his tongue deeper into my slit. With a wet pop, my bra opens and slides down my arms, revealing my breast. Soft, warm lips encircle my nipples, one at a time, a slight grazing of teeth and I sigh. Remembering what the woman had done to the man when she was getting worked on, I wound my hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me, sealing his lips to my lower lips. I feel like I was being suspended in time, nothing but pleasure registers in my mind. The woman worked on the top half of my body and the man on the lower half. I become passion. I become sensation. I become nothing more than each and every tremble of pleasure I experiences. Moaning becomes my voice. Sighing becomes my breathing. I was nothing outside this moment in time and wanting nothing more than it to never end. But like all great things in life, the moment ends and I lean against the railing trying to catch my breath. I feel the heat on my naked skin as if a thousand kisses have been bestowed upon me. In a haze, I barely register I was being moved, re-positioned to bend over the railing. Gently my legs are kicked out wider, making my ever hungry pussy open up in response. A smarting crack against my ass makes me jump in surprise as the man moves behind me, positioning my hips for penetration. Leaning farther against the rail, presenting myself to him, I feel his cock hard against my inner thigh. Looking down between my legs, I see the woman smiling up at me. When did she move under me? What am I do... All ...
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