1. Chanel and Ethan 21


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    angled toward me, both of us breathing the same space of air. When I become generously more wet, Ethan hooks his finger around my panties and his skin touches mine. I let out a quiet moan, drowned out by the loud speakers. He deftly slides a finger inside my tight, wet box, and pulls back out. He rubs my own liquid arousal up and down my slit. He’s careful to avoid my sensitive bean, but when he does finally touch it, he’s agonizingly gentle. Ethan lightly flicks his finger against me and I pant harder into his mouth. With two fingers, he angles his hand just right and presses them against the hood of my clit. And rubs me firmly. I gasp again and he quickly puts his mouth on mine to hush me. Ethan’s tongue starts dancing around with mine as he plays with me. I start to feel myself building from his perfect rhythm, but when he removes his fingers from my clit, I lose it. I hum in agony. He makes his way down again and slides his middle finger inside me. In and out his leisurely pace is making me insane. Then he curls his finger and carefully strokes my sensitive, hidden button. I moan and my hips thrust against his hand of their own accord. He pushes it again. My thighs are pressed together leaving just enough room for his hand to fit as I squirm. He knows I won’t be able to hold my cries in if he keeps pressing on my g-spot, so he slides his finger out. I groan, burying my face against his chest. He kisses the top of my head and his fingers find my clit again. He must have ...
    taken pity on me, because his next pressure is heavenly. He rubs my sensitive bundle of nerves with purpose, and soon, I can feel the building energy of my orgasm. Only he can bring me so close so quickly. I’ve never had anyone touch me so perfectly, and the thought only adds to the fire. “Ethan,” I whisper his name against his shirt and he presses harder, one finger on each side of my clit, massaging vigorously. My high is almost at it’s peak, and when he whispers, “cum for me baby.” I feel myself hurdling the last climb and I let go. “Ahhh,” I moan against his chest as my cunt pulses, his left arm now wrapped around me, his right hand milking my orgasm. He keeps me in this hold until I have nothing left to give. When I start to shiver he removes his hand and straightens my tight skirt for me. I pant heavily as he rests his head on mine, giving me small kisses atop my hair. I don’t bother moving, but open my eyes in the dark room. He got me off in this movie theater with no one the wiser. How we manage to get away with fooling around in public so much is incredible. And unbelievable. Knowing we’re so exposed always makes me so hot. When I finally look up at him he gives me a wicked smile. Taking his hand from my hip, he slides his used finger inside his mouth and sucks. He’s so naughty, his display of appreciation by tasting my wetness makes me bashful. I blush in the dim light and shake my head at him. He gives me a wide answering smile showing all his neat, white teeth. ...
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