Peaches And Vivien - 9 Methods Of Ella And Anouska Domination

Long time lurker, thought I’d contribute a story, maybe it’ll help some of you get off. The stories on here have certainly helped me to get off sometimes. Aaaand selfishly, I want to see what this story does for you. If it gets you wet (or hard I’m into either) PM me and let me know. Certainly motivation for me :: This happened a couple of months ago with my gf at the time "Jenn". Let’s start with the fact that I love panties or knickers, women’s underwear in general. I really love going down, pulling a lover’s pants down and finding a moistening or wet piece of fabric obscuring a unique little flower behind. Something that I can slowly unwrap, like a piece of candy, that I can then taste and tease to make the owner coo and moan. This one time we were lying on the couch after a touch of dinner and a touch of wine, Jenn and I snuggled in tight and started to make out. Just comfortable, our hands running up and down, slowly at first hands going around familiar lines, down the spine, along the hips, pausing to squeeze the ass for just a moment. I really loved how we cuddled, fingers darting for just a moment to touch the warm skin under the hem of the shirt and teasing up between the legs to make the kissing more urgent. Jennifer’s arms around my waist pulled me in closer, suggesting naughtier ideas. I shifted my head to kiss her neck and run my tongue under her earlobe, smiling to myself as her breath caught in her throat. When I nibbled on that sensitive spot right behind her ear it forces her chest against mine. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I love how her chest feels against mine, though better when touching skin to skin. Jennifer loves it too and her hand shot immediately between us, pulling up my shirt and running her hand down my stomach and over the growing bulge in my shorts, lingering there, encouraging my attention with alternating loose and tight grips over the material. As my heart began to beat faster against her chest, I let my fingers dip down under the waistline of her sweatpants to grab and squeeze her sumptuous bum, feeling the smooth skin beneath, it was my turn to let out a soft moan, she was wearing a thong. rebekah teasdale Jenn spread her legs to straddle my leg and begin an agonizingly slow grind against it. I slid my hand to her other cheek, letting my nimble fingers explore the fabric wedged in between, pressing down on the smooth, blended fabric punctuated by a touch of lace tied up, corset style, ending in a little bow resting right at the small of her back. With a kiss, a quick run of her tongue over my bottom lip (my favourite) and keeping hold of my stiff member, Jenn, almost nonchalantly said, ‘Let’s go to bed." Don’t need to tell me twice, especially at that point. She hopped off the couch and walked down the small hallway of her apartment to the bedroom, pulling down and stepping out of her pants as she went, confidently swaying her hips left to right. What a tease. I followed closely behind, taking off my own shirt and playfully smacking her ass. That thong was black with pink polka dots and so sexy. She flopped down on the bed holding out her arm to wordlessly invite me to join her, a playful smile on her lips. I lay down on top of her, posting myself between her legs letting my hard on grind against her mound while planting kisses again on her neck. She moaned softly in my ear and wrapped her legs around me and I ground my hips into her, my hand going up her shirt to circle her hard nipples. A moment or two of deep kisses and Jenn was no longer playing around. She scratched her nails down my back which forced me to groan and thrust against her, letting her feel the length on my body pressing against her, the strength of my hunger emphasized. Jenn, breathing a bit more ragged, rolled me over on my and kissed down my naked chest, pausing to nip the ticklish spot just above my hip with her teeth which drove me absolutely crazy. She continued to tease my stomach while her hands ran up and down my legs and my manhood, fully erect and straining to be free. I’ll never forget that look of lust as she finally pulled down my shorts or her smile when I gasped as the relative coolness of her hand wrapped around me and her tongue flicked against the tip, already leaking precum. My eyes rolled back as her mouth enveloped my, her hands and tongue worked me in alternating waves of pleasure. Jenn was moaning with me in her mouth as my fingers entwined in her blonde hair trying to force her to take more, raising my hips to get deeper. I lost my breath when she slid my throbbing cock out and ran her tongue up the shaft from my balls before enveloping me again sending a wave of heat through my body. It just takes a few slow circuits like this and I feel ready to explode, my cock feels like every throb would blow everything I had or ever was. I pulled her up to me holding her body close and trying to slow my heart. I kissed her deeply and pushed her quickly on her back to provide some oral attention of my own. With some help I pull off her shirt, at last freeing those wonderful breasts showering them with quick little kisses. Most of the time I’d show those succulent pink nipples a bit more attention but I was a man on fire and I was seeking to release our Jenn’s own special heat. Making my way down her chest, her stomach, her hips, my mouth igniting a series of ooo’s and sighs as I made my way between her legs already spread happily to receive me, Jenn’s fingers in my hair as I took everything in. The fabric covering that private little garden of wonders was seductive, playful, and noticeably darker in a spot which was where I planted my first deep kiss. I breathed deeply Jenn’s womanly scent as it seemed to wrap around my brain with designs to guide all the next steps, my mind adrift, helpless, as my tongue took a long slow draw along that fabric, soaked already with the evidence of her desire. I feel not unlike a sommelier, alternatively pressing my nose and lips along the fabric, front to back, sampling and enjoying Jenn’s little grunts of protest and arching of her hips to encourage a deeper exploration of the depths aching to be plunged into. With a contented sigh, I am more than happy to oblige my lover and pull aside that wet thong to expose Jenn’s beautiful wet pussy. I planted little kisses up and down which made her squirm and more so when I used my finger to slowly delve into her delicate folds and expose her heat to my mouth. I love giving oral, lapping up that nectar as it flows out, liquid heat, it really is knowing someone and how her sex tastes. Jenn was pulling my head trying to force me ever closer, to focus on her exposed clit, that button to harness that electricity building throughout her body and ultimately release it. I relished my work, her hips rolling against my mouth as I ran my tongue from her fire pit, flowing with desire up along her lip on one side before slowly going over the other side, then giving little flicks up through the middle and circling her clit before taking it gently into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue and then my lips. Jenn’s moans urge me on and I do this circuit over and over, her hand on my head encouraging, her other hand squeezing her exposed breast, her breaths becoming shorter as I increase my speed. Finally as I felt her muscles begin to contract around my head I laid a final assault on her clit with my mouth. Only a moment later, Jenn went over the edge, hips buckling as wave after wave flowed out of her. I kept my mouth there, I love being close, tasting her pure sex and feeding from that energy there until she stops me and pulls my body up close to envelope her. I love this part, where I can pull her head to my chest and our bodies intertwine, pieces of a puzzle, our hearts beating quickly and in time and ticking together like a clock, trying to spin itself free our combined bodies keeping that fire burning, that sexy thong catching her excess sliding down her leg. Certainly a prize to savor later. ::EDIT:: Formatting, ugh. PM_YOUR_KNICKERS [1 comment]