1. Something Borrowed


    Date: 6/21/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Humiliation, Reluctance, Author: boswellox, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    sunk into to the carpet as she crossed the room to him. Despite the blur from the tulle and lace that draped her face, she didn't miss the sharp breath he caught as she approached, or the way his jeans had twitched. She smiled for the first time, a hesitant thing that lifted the corners of her pink stained lips. He pushed his hand under the folded waist of his jeans and flexed, arm making slow jerks. She was close enough to touch him, softly grazing across his chest, over the flat bone at the center, then on to trace the prominence of the collarbones. His free hand was on her shoulder now, urging her down, but Rae-Ann ignored it, continuing her fingertip outline. His fingers dug into her shoulders and her vision rippled. This was a demand, not a request; she pushed back against it, resisting, unafraid. She was here at her own arrangement, and had his assurance that things would halt if she merely spoke the word. The insistent hand exerted more pressure, compelling her to drop in front of the growing bulge in his jeans. Her hands latched onto the folds of cloth at his hips, pulling on them as she sank down, teetering on those white heels. The denim hooked on his flank and tugged him forward so the fabric brushed her lips. Her fingers, still clenched to the cloth, pushed them down his legs, dusky red head bouncing out at her, to be caught by his grasp again. The downward pressure released from her shoulder, as her knees touched the floor, folds of her dress billowed around ...
    her. Those fingers now grazed the edges of her vision, lifting the veil up and away from her face, casting it back over her head and clearing her sight while his fisted hand rubbed her lips with his cock. She pursed her lips in stubborn refusal of the request, torn mind rebelling against her actions. The taut skin tapped at her clamped lips, knocking against them,demanding admittance. Her continued grasp on his jeans gave the leverage to rock back away from him, knees clearing the carpet. He released the lace and snatched her carefully arranged knot, to drag her head back. His heavy hand tugged her hair, sharp bites of pain, pushing her resisting lips onto the knob of his cock, forcing it between the tightened grimace, past bared teeth, to fill her mouth with the smooth iron, plundering her wet maw. She tightened her grip on the denim and sucked in, mouth pulling to create friction. Anger filled her as she worked her tongue across him, drawing his intruding member deeper into her, her jaw working. She nursed him hard, sucking with force and determination. Her mouth worked up and down, pursed lips hard around his cock, satin skins rubbing together. Stray droplets of spittle ran down her chin, as she raised mascaraed eyes to his. Tight fingers in the knot of her braids, plunged her head down, forcing the cock farther back, till her chest heaved and eyes swam. Gulping air in with short gasps that released the grip of her lips on the intruding member, she worked up her strokes, ...
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