| Straight: Strangers: Raven's Virgin (2/2) |
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His cock jerked, spurting and spurting… She lapped at the pulsing plum, eager to taste every drop. She stood and kissed him. Her lips were soft and moist, her tongue flicked over his, inviting him to part them. It tickled, but was a pleasant sensation. He parted them. The inside of her mouth was softer than any kid’s hide he had ever cured; her tongue was sweet as honey. Her nipples pressed against his chest leaving trails of fire when they moved. She pressed his head down. Pressing his mouth to her breast. His tongue flicked out over her hardened nipples, she shuddered with pleasure. He sucked, his tongue flicked, and she moaned. She pressed herself against him; he could feel something soft and moist against his leg. She pressed him down again, parting the lips of her moist coynte, her clit a tiny glistening nub. “Kiss me there,” she breathed. Her musky scent was heavy in his nostrils; he could already taste her spicy sweetness. He licked at her coynte, gazing up at her. Her lips tasted salty yet sweet. He lapped deeper, seeking the savory juice. His tongue nudged her clit, making it throb in response. Her juices flooded his mouth. She pressed him backwards so suddenly, that he fell flat on his back. Raven stood over him. She squatted, and took his throbbing member in both hands, guiding it toward her already slick slit. Her hips bumped. The engorged head of Owen’s cock nestled into a warm wet bed. This strange new pleasure was almost more than he could bear. Raven jerked down, and the head of his cock disappeared. Owen watched, fascinated. As she lowered herself still more onto his magnificent cock, he gave a sudden jerk. “Yes! Deeper!” she cried. Owen pushed against her. He could feel a hot slickness bathing the aching dome of his cock. Raven’s hips were grinding against him, her face showing an agony of delight. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Three parts out of four of his huge cock impaled Raven. He reached up to touch her rapidly swinging breasts as she jerked slowly up and down on him. His hips bucking in response. Her cunt was a tight but welcome fit. Her eyes began to glaze, as he fucked her. She was no longer moving the pumping of his hips alone, enough. Steaming heat engulfed him. His thrusts grew more urgent, as did Raven’s cries. He could feel the clamping humidity jerking along his straining shaft. Raven threw back her head, and arched her body, breasts straining toward the sky, and screamed. Her spending gushed down his cock, and trickled over him. His cock gave a final jerk and spurted. White froth gushed up inside her, overflowing over him, spilling out onto the grass where he lay. His breath came in jerks. Raven sprawled across his broad chest. Spent and exhausted. Never had anyone in her life satisfied her so. There she fell asleep, sated, while Owen wondered how long it would be before she awoke. His now flaccid cock was already starting to rear its head once more. |
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