Author: indyanajones55

I can tell you’ve been pleasuring yourself as soon as I walk into the bedroom. The smell of sweat and your sweet aroma are thick in the dimly lit area. I knock on our bathroom door.

“Liz, you in there?” I ask knowing full well that you’re trying to clean yourself up. There’s the sounds of clothes moving and you panting.

“Just a minute, yeah,” you sound winded. I ignore your request and open the door to find you standing with no pants on and a purple dildo in your hand, eyes wide. You try to hide the dildo behind you, face turning an even darker shade of red than before. It was no secret that you masturbated; I had bought that dildo for you. No need to play coy.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I begin to undress as I walk back into the bedroom, still looking at your half nude body. Laying naked on the bed, I grip my cock and start to play with it, stroking it gently with one hand as I beckon you over. You bit your lip shyly and walk on your toes to the foot of the bed. You crawl onto your knees and sit up, showing me the tight line of your simp, perfectly waxed and shining pale in the lamplight. Read more »

You walk in the house from the gym still sweating and face red. There’s a V of sweat clinging to your cleavage and highlighting you’re already perfect tits. When you turn your back to me to lock the door behind you I don’t even try to hide that I’m staring at the way your yoga pants hug your ass and show off the effort of all of those squats. We talk for a few minutes before you go upstairs to take a shower before dinner.

I did my best to hide that you were making me hard just by standing there. The way your hair was in a messy pony tail, how I could see a peek of your tight stomach under your shirt. Fuck you looked good. The more I pictured you in my head, the more my hand felt the bulge in the pants. I hear the shower turn on and I’m broken from my trance. You’re not don’t exercising yet. I think you need to do more stretches. Read more »

I can taste the wine on your lips, making them even sweeter. Your tongue runs across my teeth, tempting me. I keep kissing you, passionately fighting with your tongue. Your body is pressed hard against mine as you lay on my chest. I know you can feel my hard dick pressing against your leg as it keeps growing in my pants. My hands that had been holding your back wander down, grabbing two handfuls of your ass. Your sweet giggle sounds like music to me when I squeeze your cheeks in my palms.

I let go and slide my hands down your pants. I can’t get my hands under your panties if you’re not wearing any though. I feel your soft skin beneath my fingertips and it makes me crave for more. Pulling you up further, I take advantage of the stretchiness of your PJ pants and pushing my hand further down the back of your pants until I can feel you hot, wet slit. You moan as my fingers slip inside of you, giving me a unique angle to pleasure you. I rock my wrist, hearing your wet pussy splash as I go knuckle deep into you. Your kissing has become almost frantic as you roll your hips to grind on me. I can feel your pelvis dig into me as you rub your clit on my belt buckle. The wet spot that’s growing there matches the small spot growing on me as my cock starts to leak in anticipation. Read more »

I open my eyes into a pitch black room, drawn from my sleep by the sensation of your lips and tongue guiding my hardened cock into your soft warm mouth. My hands reach down where you lace our fingers briefly before leading them to your head. Under the covers I can feel your hands leave mine woven in your hair and hold onto my hips. I press your face deeper onto me, feeling the slickness of your throat.

Gasping for breath and wiping your face off I feel you crawl up my body. Laying on top of me I can tell you’re already naked. I hear you quietly moan and the wet sound of what I can only assume is you touching yourself.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I ask, trying to find your face in the dark. A tasty finger covered in your flavor is run across my lips and into my mouth. You always had a hint of sweetness to you. I playfully bite your finger while my own finds your aroused slit. Your hips pick up off of me while I finger fuck your tight pussy, listening to your rapid breathing and the wet sounds coming from my digits moving inside of your vag. The heat radiating from between your legs warms my palm. Read more »

I can tell you’re nervous. I can hear it in your rapid breathing and feel it in your trembling hands. This is our first time together. Your lips are locked onto mine, my tongue feeling your teeth. You have one hand on my chest and the other is on my head while mine wander your body. You shudder as my fingers creep up your shirt and grasp as your breasts, pushing your bra up to free them. Your face presses harder against mine as I explore your hardened nipples.

Moving slowly, as if asking, begging, I unzip your jeans, showing peeks of your hot pink underwear. After failing to try your jeans down further you finally laugh and take them off for me.

“Thank you,” I sheepishly tell you before going back to making out. Without your pants to hold me back, my hand slides down the front of your cheeky panties, leading me to the pink thing between your spread legs I really want. You breath in sharply through your nose as my fingers pass over the strip of hair over your pelvis and into your drenched, hot slit. Read more »

I could tell as soon as I met you that you were my type. Platinum blonde hair, skin like snow, a ruby dress that screamed that you wanted to be fucked. I had to have you. Now that you were in my hotel room, I had to just admire you as you slipped your heels off and let a shoulder of your dress fall. My fingers fumblas they unbutton my shirt, taking longer than I’d have liked to get undressed. You walk to my, pushing me into the armchair by the window.

Leaning over to finish undressing me I can see down the front of your dress, your bra matching the dress in color and keeping your supple breasts hidden from view. Down to my underwear, stretched by my erection, you turn and begin to dance to some unheard music, lowering yourself and grinding on my crotch.

As your dress rides up I can see that you’re not even wearing panties, further making me ache for you. I unzip the back of your dress as we both let it fall away from you. You kick it down and across the floor, freeing your movements. My boxers become wet as you grind on me, a mixture of both of our yearning bodies. Read more »

You’ve been waiting all day to come over. Your anxious texts and slutty snaps holding my attention from the time I woke up until now, impatiently waiting on my couch.

As friends we got along great and always shared a laugh. As lovers, well… that was something different. Something entirely animalistic. My thoughts are broken by a light knock on the door. I leap up and try to contain my excitement as I let you inside. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss as the door closes behind you.

Your back hits the wooden surface of the entrance as my hand wraps around your throat. I hold you pinned there as our passionate moment shifts to sloppy tongues and biting teeth. Your fingers clutch at the back of my shirt, trying to pull it up. We separate, our breathing already labored with lusty desire. I take my shirt off and pick you up, throwing you down onto the couch. Read more »

My phone has been going off all day with pictures from you at home. Work was torture as I received pic after pic of you naked and playing with yourself. The tyres screech in the driveway as I stop and get out, unbuttoning my shirt on the way to the door. Bursting into the house I click the deadbolt shut bolt upstairs where I find you lounging on the bed in nothing but a corset.

“Something wrong honey?” You ask me innocently, contradicting your breasts spilling out of your top and your simp being exposed towards me. I pull my clothes off with purpose; your snatch is mine. It may between your legs but it belongs to me. I pick you up and toss you onto the center of the bed as you squeal with delight.

“You’ve been bad today,” I growl as my fingers wrap around your throat. “You’ve been very bad, and I’m going to show you what happens when your bad.” Your face turns red as I hold your throat down on the bed, feeling your pulse under the pressure. Usually I would be worried about making sure that you’re good and wet before I fucked you, but today I want it to hurt. Read more »