I laugh as you drag me over to you. You slap my ass to make me moan. You pull me onto your lap, kissing me hungrily. I nibble on your neck and shoulder. You can feel how wet I am from our earlier play. Grab my ass roughly, pulling me tight against you. You lay me down and get on top of me. You kiss and lick your way down my neck to my breasts. You tease me by flicking my nipples with your tongue. You mark up my breasts with your teeth and lips, making me moan and arch my back. You mark up my shoulders too, enjoying the fact that I won’t be able to wear certain things until my bruises fade. You mark up my inner thighs too, just for fun. I’m getting frustrated that you haven’t touched me now that I’m soaked. You slide a couple pillows under my ass and I lock my legs around your hips. You pound into me, groaning from how tight and wet I am. I stretch my arms out behind me as my hips match your thrusts. I moan that I want it harder and you comply. My legs tighten around you, pressing you deeper. You stop for a second knowing that I’m close. Please, I moan, arching my body and clenching my legs. You start fucking me hard again, getting me close. You stop again. When you start up again, you tell me to touch myself but I’m not allowed to cum yet. I moan loudly, excitedly. I touch myself slowly at first, then I can’t help myself. I moan your name, begging you to let me cum. You stop again, grabbing my hand. You start going in and out slowly, enjoying me surrounding you. I can’t wait to cum all over your tits, you tell me. I moan, begging you to do that. You slide out of me, stroking you big hard throbbing cock with your hand. I’m watching you, licking my lips. I tell you to cum for me, and you do. Splashing my tits with your hot cum. You groan as you cum, loving the view. You ready to cum for me you dirty slut? You ask, kissing my inner thighs. I moan my reply. You tongue fuck me roughly, holding my hips in place. Cum for me you demand as you tongue flicks over my clit. I do, loudly, my hips and legs shaking from the intensity. Good girl you praise.
Author: kl98765
Part one: Record your dirty slut [exh] [MF]
One night after we get ready for bed you ask me if it’s ok to set up a camcorder to record us. I nod. You set it up and come over to the bed and I pull you onto it. I bite your lower lip, pulling a little. You slide your hands along my thighs, making me straddle you.
I press down on you, moaning quietly. You tug off the shirt I slipped on, hungrily licking and nipping at my breasts. I have my hands under your shirt, scratching you. My panties are soaked but you aren’t sure if it’s from me or you.
You tell me to get on my hands and knees. I’m comply quickly, while you take your shirt off. You slide your hands up and down the back of my thighs, admiring my ass. You slowly slide your hands over my ass, grabbing my panties. You take them off, and glide your fingers along my back. You can feel me tremble beneath you. I’m panting as your hands rub my ass.
You check to see how wet I am and decide it’s not enough. You slap my ass, making me moan. You hit me harder and harder, making me get louder.
Who wants to play at the movies? [MF] [exh]
We decide to go to the movies one evening during the summer. I bring a blanket to keep warm in the air conditioning. We both recline our seats all the way as the movie starts. You pull me close and use the blanket as a cover to touch my breasts. You realize I’m not wearing a bra as you tease my nipples. I arch my back, pressing my chest into your hand.
You tease me through the previews, kissing my neck and whispering dirty things in my ear. I’m trying to stay focused on the movie but you slip your hand under my shirt, squeezing my tits. “Damn,” you whisper, “How am I supposed to watch the movie now?” You start kissing my neck again, and I’m almost moaning.
You take pity on me and stop for a few minutes. You slide your hand up and down my leg causally. You pull one of my legs up to get access to my inner thigh. Your light touches make me groan in frustration, but you know how much I like getting riled up.
Start with ice cream and end with fucking [MF] [voy] [exh]
We went out to get ice cream after work one night. Yours is dripping all over your fingers, I take your hand sucking your fingers clean. You smear two fingers in your ice cream, and hold them out to me. I go slow, licking your fingers and then taking them in my mouth to suck them. Your shorts are uncomfortable as you finish your ice cream.
When we’re both done you suggest a walk, and I agree. You slide a hand across my back and down to my ass. Your hand goes under my dress, feeling my bare ass. You stop me and grab my ass.
There better not be anyone around. I complain. They can’t see anything, you reply, smirking. I turn around to see if your joking. You pull me against you, kissing me roughly and grabbing my ass again. You slide a leg between mine, I moan at the friction. I move my hips searching for the pressure I need.
Do you want to cum out here in the open? You whisper, grabbing my hips to press down harder. I moan, thrusting my hips quickly. You can tell I’m not getting what I need and tell me that we can go home so you can fuck me.
An evening out [MF] [exh]
We go out to a nice dinner and right before we order I head to the bathroom. I come back and slip something into your pocket. You slide your hand in and realize it’s my panties. You look at me and I laugh.
You drag my chair so I’m right next to you. You casually rest your hand on my knee for a moment, then you lightly trace patterns with your fingertips. You slide your fingers along my thigh and realize I’m wearing thigh highs. You roughly grab my thigh and slide my leg toward you.
You whisper to me, “What are you trying to do to me?”
I kiss your neck and say, “Nothing.” You continue to tease me by sliding your hand up and down my thigh.
You can tell you’re getting to me because I’m practically moaning. The waiter comes over to take our orders and I can barely focus on him. He leaves and I push your hand all the way up my thigh until you feel how wet I am.
“Please?” I whisper desperately.
“Are you sure you can be quiet?” You whisper back.