I have a bag full of toys just burning to be played with. First, I pull out the vibrating cock. I feel its girth in my hands as I slip my mouth over my master’s soft, fleshy cock. His cock feels so good in my mouth while I linger doggy style across his legs on the floor. My right hand holds the toy and I rub it against my pussy while I lick his hardening shaft, putting the whole thing in my warm, wet mouth, working up as much saliva as possible to wet his hungry cock. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth and another one in my hand. I turn on the vibrator and start to feel the hum of the machine against my pussy. Instantly, I am ignited with desire.
Author: JandScuriousity
[F]estival Slut Backseat Blowjob Part 2 [FFM] [oral]
Pt 2
I licked his cock as I went, quickly up and down, sucking his hot member. My hands wandered to my own breasts through my shirt. As my lips lingered on the tip of his cock, my fingers brushed my nipples. My heartbeat quickened and I shifted my thighs on the leather seat. He reclined to give me more room and I relaxed as my slick lips slid over the full length of his cock. I felt it hit the back of my throat and pushed through, to the point that I was nearly swallowing his rock hard flesh. I took him deep and hard, but just as I began to get into a thrusting rhythm, there was a swift knock on the window.
Surging adrenaline caused my heart to skip a beat. K began to slip his dick back into his pants as he sat up. In the darkness was a young woman, straight blonde hair reflecting white off of the passing headlights. “Can I help you?” I said politely through the open window.
[F]estival Slut Backseat Blowjob [oral] Part 1
They said that having your first real date being a weekend-long music festival seemed like a bit of a risky idea. Sure, we’d known each other for years, but spending a weekend away together as our first romantic gesture was a bit of a relationship tester. But, I was up for it. A weekend away in the woods with someone I was feeling very chemically charged for seemed like the biggest thrill. Together but alone in a crowd, feeling the rhythms of music, humid June nights in a little tent, and an adventure on the road was enough to make my heart squeal with delight. We purchased the tickets hastily and made plans to meet that morning.
K picked me up in a packed station wagon. I had just my yellow satchel with a few scant clothing items and a bar of sandalwood soap. We stopped in Kentucky; he bought me a disposable camera and a carton of Camels. It took us 14 hours but we finally arrived at our destination in the middle of the night. There was a long line of cars in the dust under a golden moon. K pulled over. “Well, we’re not going anywhere for awhile,” he said as we approached the line of traffic waiting to get into the farm where the festival was being held. It was a long drive and the thought of setting up camp seemed comforting. No one liked the idea of spending all night sitting in traffic as the ticket takers checked people in.