Semua Bab Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Bab 61 - Bab 70

My shy south African girl did not look or feel shy to me in that moment! Fuck! She had to ha e planned this for a while, and I was loving every moment of it. As I was still trying to settle into the blindfold, with a quick command, she told me to stand and follow her. I groped around for a little bit until I felt her hands on my shoulders again as she guided me through the house. I knew where we were going, after all, it was my house. I could find my way around with my eyes closed, or I would have to learn fast. As we made our way down the hallway, I felt her hand leave my shoulder and soon after the heater turned on. I guess she turned up the thermostat because blasts of hot air were hitting me as I passed under the air vents. I heard the sound of a door creaking open and we made our way into my room. Sliding around me, she pulled her body close to mine and kissed me deeply. The darkness that encompassed my eyes left me almost devoid of any form of control. I could only do what

She was moaning and panting, sounding like she was almost on the threshold of ecstasy. She even reached under her and began to fondle me as she rode. That was the last straw, I had to make my move or she was going to finish me off then and there.I got her just as she dove down on my shaft. My hands shot from the chair and wrapped around her waist. She sat up immediately, partly out of surprise, and partly because my grabbing her slammed my shaft deep into her. My hands shot up her body, under her arms and my hands locked behind her head as I captured her in a full nelson. Being a wrestler in situations like this is good. She pawed unsuccessfully at my arms and hands, but I held her firm, feeling her hot muff grasp my rod as she squirmed. Not pulling myself from her, I stood from the chair, made my way over to the bed in the center of my room. I pushed her down gently until her stomach was touching the bed. "Now you're in my world." I whispered into her ear. I could feel her body sh

I could count the times on one hand that I have had the luxury of cumming in a woman's mouth. My Thandeka consisted of every single time. She let me fulfill my wildest imaginations and cravings, and because of that, I've never needed to look outside our relationship for sex or anything else. And even now as she swallowed me even deeper into her throat, sucking and swallowing as I pumped for what seemed like forever, my mind went to the ring I kept in my pocket. I had gone on my knees and begged her parents to let me marry their daughter. That was how it was done in South African culture. The intending groom had to go with his friends and family to beg and ask for the hand in marriage of the lady he loves. It was a daunting task, but it was well worth it. I has not gotten to that part yet, I had to at least let them get to know me before I bring my family into it and so far, I'm grateful they finally gave me a chance. Turns out it was all a misunderstanding. They thought all I w

The wine was warm in Mikayla’s throat. The quiet relaxation was worth it after the absolute crazy and fun-filled bridal shower that they had just rounded up. The fireplace in the expensive AirBnB they had rented was low and flickering behind the glass, casting shadows on the wood-paneled walls of the lake house. The rest of the bridesmaids had finally gone to bed after far too many rounds of dirty bridal shower games and toasts filled with plastic penises. Oh the joys of a dirty bridal shower. Now it was just her and Rita. Her best friend since college. The one person who could still make her laugh until she cried. The one who was always looking at her just a second too long. Mikayla was curled on the couch in her oversized bridal robe, legs bare, feet tucked under her. Rita sat opposite, sprawled like a damn painting, dark jeans, no bra under her tank top, hair loose and a little wild. “I’m going to regret marrying a man, aren’t I?” Mikayla asked suddenly. Rita blinked. “T

Rita lay back against the couch cushions, her breath shallow as Mikayla climbed into her lap.The robe was still half-falling off Mikayla’s shoulders, exposing smooth skin and flushed collarbones. She was beautiful herself. Freshly fucked and beautiful. Her hair was tousled. Her lips looked swollen from kissing. And her eyes, God! those eyes were determined now. Shy, yes, but full of something bolder. Something dangerous.“I want to do this right,” Mikayla said softly, brushing her fingers down Rita’s arm. “I want to know what it feels like to make you fall apart, too.”Rita swallowed hard. “You already are.”“No. Not just from looking at me.” Mikayla leaned in, brushing their lips together in a whisper of a kiss. “I want to taste you. Touch you. Learn what makes you fall apart. I want everything.”“Fuck,” Rita breathed. “Say that again.”Mikayla smiled, cheeks hot. “Everything.”Rita’s head dropped back against the couch with a groan.Mikayla kissed her neck, then her shoulder, then