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The Island, Chapter 3
Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Violence, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com
and she grinned and whispered to us, “You’ve got about 15 minutes while we get the snacks and drinks handed out.” We entered the space in the back, and she pulled the curtain. She immediately pulled up her skirt, answering my question for me. Definitely not wearing her underwear! I was treated to the sight of her pale pink pussy, topped by a little landing strip of fiery orange curls. Her skin was creamy white, with not a hint of tan, and her plump labia were slightly parted, giving just a hint of the pink treasure within. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and slid my hands up the backs of her silky thighs. My palms reached her round, firm ass cheeks, and I grabbed hold like I was drowning, pulling my face to her perfumed pudenda. She smelled of jasmine and her own delicate aroma. I brushed my lips down her pubes and reached the top of her gash. My stubbled chin lightly raked along her velvety labia as I planted kisses on the hood of her clit. She sighed and grabbed my hair, pulling me in tighter. My fingers were now deep in her ass crack, pulling her thighs apart from the rear. She accommodated, lifting one toned and limber leg and placing on the jump seat, giving me access to her seeping slit. I pulled back for a moment, appreciating the captivating sight of her secret garden. The thin, ginger strip of hair ended just above her clit. Below this, her labia were smooth and hairless. They were pale and puffy, and now spread wide for me. Between them, her inner lips, a ...