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BATHED IN GOLD
Travis has always been sexually adventurous, so it
didn't come as a surprise
when, last night, he suggested we try something new.
He led me into the bathroom. We have a big garden tub.
He filled it with an
inch of hot water and told me to get in and lie down.
"On your back," he said. "Now, spread your legs."
He crawled between my raised legs and began to lick my
pussy. I spread my
lips. His tongue swirled around my clit, then darted
briefly into my cunt.
He licked me up and down, from my clit to my bung hole.
When I started to
squirm, he stopped. I was on the brink of orgasm.
"What'd you stop for?"
"Roll over," he ordered. "On your knees."
I thought he wanted to fuck me from behind, but he had
something else in
mind.
"If you want to cum, you'll have to do it yourself."
My fingers took over the job his mouth had started. I
rubbed my clit,
slipping a finger in now and then to heighten the
pleasure.
Travis stood behind me, straddling my ass. He spread my
cheeks apart and
lowered himself over me until the head of his limp cock
touched my puckered
sphincter. My ass rose rhythmically against him,
inviting him to enter, a
treat he usually can't resist
"Baby, I'm ready. Give it to me," I begged.
But he didn't. Instead, he waited till I was on the
verge of coming, then
let loose a golden stream of liquid heat. It splattered
on my ass and ran
down my crack and over my already wet fingers. The
sensation was incredible.
I came wildly, bucking against him.
"Did you like that?" he asked, a wicked smirk crossing
his face as he shook
the last droplets of warm fluid from his dick.
I looked up and smiled devilishly. "Now, it's my turn."
Kneeling in front of him, I took his meaty member in my
mouth and sucked him
dry. His cock quickly swelled to a thick timber. He
moaned and began to
thrust, pushing his hardness deep down my throat.
Then I did what he did to me. I stopped.
I ordered him to sit down in the amber bath water. His
cock stood rigid
against his hairy belly. I handed him a bar of soap. "Do
yourself."
He obediently lathered his erection and began stroking
it, slowly at first,
then faster. He fingered his balls with one hand and
pumped his slippery
shaft with the other.
I stood over him, my trim blond bush inches from his
face. I spread my lips
apart so he could see my gaping pick cunt hole. I rubbed
a finger up and down
my wet slit, then slid it deep inside, soaking it with
pussy juice. "Ummmm.
That feels almost as good as a cock."
His soapy fist pumped the bulbous pole. ‘Mmmmm."
I withdrew my finger. It glistened with cunt cum. I
teased him with it,
wafting my scent under his nose. He tried to lick it. I
pulled my hand back
and rubbed up and down my crack until my finger dripped
with pussy and urine.
I drew a line under his nose and then smeared the sticky
perfume around his
face.
"You like that?" I cooed.
He moaned. His cock head swelled.
I played with my clit, rubbing it between my fingers,
teasing him.
He squeezed the base of his cock. "I’m gonna cum."
His whole body tensed. I squatted over his engorged
cock. "Will this help?"
I said, and emptied my bladder.
The powerful stream, a ferocious yellow torrent, soaked
his soapy hand and
cock. The wet warmth splashed the insides of my thighs.
He came, aiming his cock head straight at the source of
his drenching. Hot
cum spewed from his tiny hole. Spurts of white cream
gobbed in my bush.
When the last bit of his milk drizzled out and trickled
down the underside of
his pink shaft, I rose to my feet. Straddling his face,
I lowered my dirty,
cum caked cunt to his mouth. "Now, lick me clean." |
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