Author: ShevaSahara

Edging Practice (4)

Declan stared in shock as his dad continued to stroke in and out of Emerie’s pussy. He wasn’t stingy by any means, but his fucking father? He thought he was dreaming for a moment, but couldn’t deny the ultra realistic movements of the bed, the smell of Emerie’s wet sex in the air.

Declan wanted to be upset, but as he looked over at Emerie, splayed out on the sheets next to him, her naked body shining with sweat, fucking beautiful tits bouncing in tandem with his father’s thrusts, he felt himself growing harder and harder.

He didn’t know if either of them had noticed that he was awake, but it only took him a moment’s time to make them aware as he leaned over and took one of Emerie’s nipples in his mouth. She let out a shocked whimper as his teeth applied pressure to her nipple, laving the sting away shortly afterward. He was rougher than he normally was, almost punishing her taut skin this time.

Aaron took notice of his son catering to Emerie’s breasts and felt a strange sense of pride. A part of him had expected Declan to wake up and immediately try to put an end to something that was unstoppable, this however, was a pleasant surprise. Read more »

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Edging Practice (3)

It was almost three in the morning when Emerie disentangled herself from Declan. She would have liked to say that her body ached, that she was sated beyond her wildest dreams, but she still wanted more. She didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that Declan alone couldn’t give it to her.

Gathering her clothes for the hundredth time, Emerie slipped back into her shorts and inched her t-shirt back over her still-aching tits, her sensitive nipples scraped by the cotton.

A wave of deja vu lifted the hair on her arms as she entered the hallway where Declan’s father had approached her before. Shaking the feeling away, Emerie was about to go down the stairs when she was grabbed by the waist and pulled against someone’s chest. The musky smell of spicy cologne filled her nostrils as two large hands came around to cup her heavy mounds. She leaned back into the sturdy body behind her and moaned lowly, eagerly pushing her ass back into the girthy cock that she knew would be waiting there. Read more »

Edging Practice (1)

She was more than likely a nympho, though she declined the title, the inclination to come was unavoidable. Emerie often found herself lying in the recesses of her climax, thinking about the same thing over and over: why couldn’t she go without?

At the tender age of nineteen, the concept of resistance and discipline was alien to her. Her parents were wealthy and spared no expense, and her impressionable looks had made life that much easier for her; luscious locks of tawny brown hair, and doe-like blue eyes would have been enough, but the addition of her high cheekbones and shapely figure had created a killer compound that few could say “no” to.

At the present moment, she had just finished exploding on her best friend’s cock. Spent, she laid on his chest, listening to his rapidly beating heart.

“How was that?” Declan asked, an extra layer of eagerness lilting his breathless voice.

Emerie declined to answer and removed herself from his body, beginning to put her clothes back on. It was always so easy for her to come, almost too easy– the excitement, the thrill, the want for it was beginning to wane. Read more »