True Sex Stories: Glossy Rhythm

Library Vixen knows how to work a cock...and she's willing to share.

We had been at it for over and hour by then, my lips had every inch of him (twice), his solidity struck cords all over my body, he dragged his glossed head across my face slick from the spit of my mouth.

He ate me like tomorrow was inconsequential. He made wet like high tide. Grabbing his shaft right below the head, he slowly guided the tip of his stiff cock into my slippery creases. Back and forth in my wetness allowing for a dynamic friction between his crown and my clit, which was popping like a little pebble ready be tweaked. The move set me on fire, it made me so needy, I wanted you to plunge and stab your whole stick into me right then, but simultaneously I wanted you to continue teasing my pussy with your cock.

The friction grew stronger and faster paced, soon it wasn't just your tip, but your whole trunk, we got into a rhythm, a wet cadence of prelude to sinking into my cunt. You commented on how wet I get, as you continued to cock glide into my pages. I could feel the blood boiling in my lips, now full of life and fuck me emotion. I kept thinking how good it must look to see your cock sliding around in my fat puffy folds. Surrounding your trunk with flesh on each slide. When we flipped I could have easily sank all the way down around your rock, but I kept our tantalizing cock to pussy glide going as long as possible, until you were the one who could not take it any longer-your cock forcing its way deep into me.  It was delicious cock teasing torture.

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