1. Thigh Pillow


    Date: 9/3/2016, Categories: College Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    with the same smile she keeps on her face when you’re telling her a joke, except with moans coming out of it. Emily’s moan style was great because there was a lot of breath in it. It was an even combination of vocal chords and breathing. She moaned on both inhales and exhales. This is how I like my women. Emily shook her hair out of her face, cocked her head back, and took a swig. She offered the wine to me once, but I shook my head. I bounced her up and down with one hand squeezing her stomach from the side of her torso. I wanted her more focused on fucking and less focused on drinking. With my other hand I reached in to the space between our genitals and rubbed at the upper part of her clit with two fingers, the part that had escaped penetration by my cock. My hand bobbed up and down in sync with her body. Her vagina started sucking on my fingers after I got them deep enough and I didn’t have to consciously move my hand up and down any more. I’ve always been fascinated by how gigantic most vaginas are capable of becoming. Emily’s thighs contracted and retracted around my wrist. Looking at my wrist, I saw a blue vein throbbing under my skin. Watching her thighs push inwards, I saw a blue vein streaking down one thigh and fading in to tanned Hispanic skin. I wondered if the blueness of the vein in her thigh was contingent on the intensity of the sex she was having. I knew the blueness of the vein in my wrist was. Emily was a one-woman symphony; she moaned a beat per second, ...
    her pussy kept making wet squishy noises and the bed sheets rustled as her legs bore down on them and lifted off. She looked straight ahead through squinting eyes—not at me, at my door—raised up the wine bottle in slow spasms and took a huge swig. I’m sure she didn’t intend to cum simultaneously with wine glugging down her esophagus, but it was hilarious when she did. Her knees knocked against my ribcage and the bottle popped out her mouth and smashed on the floor behind the headboard of my bed. She vomited all the wine in her mouth on to my face and pillow and the sound it made was a really strange female orgasmic noise/guttural throat sound/ liquid splashing on fabric /bedsprings creaking combo. Someone needs to record it. Play it in reverse and maybe it will say ‘Paul is Dead’ or something. I came. While my cock throbbed inside her, Emily groaned and slung her head down. Her eyes were fully shut, her mouth curved open in a super-smile stained with wine. I stopped rocking her and let my cock throb for as long as it needed. Emily’s hair tickled my chest. I hoped, at that moment, that I would get her pregnant. Emily’s birth control would be canceled out by the wine and months later she would have my child. We would fuck every day while raising this child. “I’m sorry,” Emily said, freezing in place while my dick slowly went limp. She laughed a high pitch laugh and flung her hair back over her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Dennis.” The sex was out of my by now. It had disappeared ...
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