1. A funny thing happened... pt 4


    Date: 3/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Hardcore, Teen, Author: Cynthiia23, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    Babe, ahhh...hurts a little, no, please don't stop...for you I'll make an exception." "Because you're feeling slutty?" "No, Lover...because your lips are so sweet!" He raised his head to look me in the eyes. I sighed with the loss of sensation. He said: "So you like my lips, do you, you naughty little minx?" I pouted: "How come I'm naughty? Just 'cause I sucked your cock, and swallowed all your delicious cum? That's all your fault. You've got such a sweet dick, what's a girl supposed to do?" Sim was trying not to laugh. Nobody does dirty talk like me when I get going. For some reason it really gets me gushing, and watching what it was doing to Sim was just adding coals to the fire. Finally he said: "Alright, I stand corrected." He looked down at his half-erect cock, which hadn't yet recovered from my oral attentions. "Well, I will stand corrected in another ten minutes or so. For now, I want a taste of those beautiful boobs of yours, and then I'm going to eat your juicy little pussy until you scream. How's that work for you?" Before I had a chance to reply, he pushed me down onto the bed, climbed between my parted thighs, held my hands down at my sides, and attacked my left nipple with his tongue and lips. I started the screaming part of the program a little early. My breasts are super-sensitive, and when I'm not worked up, I like a man to be gentle. But I was plenty worked up now, and Sim's lips and teeth and tongue had me begging for more. I also loved how he'd pinned my ...
    hands. There was nothing I could do but hang on as he suckled my nipples until they were hard and hot and aching. Then he'd lash them with his tongue and bite them gently, dragging his teeth along them until I was squealing and whining and crying. "Please oh please oh pleaseohpleaseohplease, Baby! Use your hands too. Squeeze them, pinch them, touch them, oh GOD...please! I won't move, Baby, I promise, I just...Oooooh, YES!" He'd just brought a big hand up to maul my left breast, while his mouth worked over my right one, and I was keening, a high, desperate sound which I could hear, but couldn't somehow trace back to my body. Then the sharp sensations were over, and his big warm hands were caressing my soft titflesh, the rough pads of his thumbs brushing my erect nipples gently, teasingly. Sim smiled down at me: "You're even more fun to play than the violin, Sweet Thing." The endearment made me grim like a kid at Christmas—or Hannukah. Then Sim said: "Skootch to the edge of the bed, spread your legs and get comfortable. I'm ready for a little sweet-and-sour Ginny!" "Hey," I purred, like a cat in a sunbeam, "I'm not sour!" Sim knelt between my thighs and ran the tip of his tongue gently up my slit, burrowing between the lips of my pussy. I moaned when he pulled away to say softly: "Of course you are, and sweet, and salty, and fruity, and, hmm, let's see what else..." And with that, I felt his fingers part the lips of my cunt, and his wicked tongue begin to explore. He started ...