Todos os capítulos de A Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Max didn't hesitate this time; his hand slipped into my robe and cupped my breast. I moaned as his fingers slid over my bare nipple and squirmed on the couch as he fondled my breast."You want to see them?" I asked."Please?" He looked up from my chest, his blue eyes bright with excitement."Before you do, how does that look?" I pointed down to his lap as I tugged his cock from his underwear,"Oh, fuck." He whispered as we both watched my hand slide up and down his long thick shaft."Honey, this is a big fucking cock." I said and putting my other hand on it, jerked it with both."Oh...oh, Laura." He moaned, slumping back against the couch as I jerked him off."Hmm, I like that, that's nice, Max. Always let your lady know she's pleasing you. Don't buy that bullshit men don't moan or make noise. We love to hear it just like you do."I wanted to do more than hear it, I wanted to taste it. Fuck, I wanted to swing my leg over his lap and ride this beautiful dick. Richard was right, this ki

I took his right wrist and removing it from my breast placed his hand on my stomach and guided it downward. I stopped just over the bikini and said, "Tell me what you want." "I want to touch you." I sighed in disgust and he quickly spoke up, "Laura, I want to play with your pussy." "You're learning." My own fingers trembling at this point I pulled the bikini to the side exposing my pink slit, taking his hand I pushed his fingers through the damp patch of fiery hair over it, "See that baby? I'm a real red head." "That's...wow." He whispered as he peered down over my shoulder. I pushed his hand lower and moaned as his fingers slid through my wet lips. Max gasped, but made no attempt to move as I worked his hand back and forth stroking my hot little box with his fingers. I let him go and groaned as he continued to move, stroking me. His cock was resting against my thigh and I was dying to rub it through my pussy, but if I did I wouldn't be able to resist shoving it inside me.

"Y'know, you're real pretty." He murmured to me, his other hand coming up and moving my honey-blonde hair out of my face. I found myself confused by the sudden compliment but still flattered all the same even though having his hand on me was rather unsettling."Oh, thank you. I...I'll be honest, I didn't really think that you liked me all that much. You...weren't too talkative at dinner." I said with a slight smile, but the air suddenly hitched in the back of my throat when I felt his hand snake lower down my waist. I gazed down at his hand, now resting on my hip. I had a bad feeling about this. "Uh...why are you touching me like tha—""Am I making you uncomfortable, Eve?"I wasn't quite sure how to answer that question. It was a simple question. Just 'yes' or 'no', so why on earth did I stutter as if I were unsure while his hand snaked around and pressed against the small of my back? Why didn't I just answer 'yes' when he pulled me so close that I had become pressed against him? Why

By some force of luck, my phone began to ring. Angelo let go of me and took a step back. "Ah, don't let me interrupt you."He left the room. I was left alone to try to shake off the heat and talk on the phone with one of Ramona's bridesmaids about what colors would work best for the bouquet.That was the second time Angelo had come on to me.Another week later, it was late. Everyone in the house was asleep except for myself. I was busy getting together all the things that I needed for the wedding; I needed to make sure that my dress was good to go and that my heels there clean and shiny and that I had all the accessories ready.Everything seemed to look just fine, so I decided to get dressed and go to bed.I changed into a baggy t-shirt and nothing else except for a pair of my favorite pink panties. As I got ready to climb into bed, I realized that I had left my phone down in the living room. With a sigh, I quietly stepped out, went downstairs, retrieved my mobile device in distress,

His fingers continued to fuck my pussy, keeping their constant in-and-out motion fast and intense. His fingers had become so slick with my arousal as they fucked me. I could hear how wet I was, and I could feel how wet I was, and he only kept reminding me of how wet I was when he would occasionally whisper "such a wet pussy" or "you're soaking" or "I want you dripping". Eventually, I could only guess that he was getting impatient when he began to finger me so hard that it caused my legs to tremble. I moaned and whimpered and cried out against his hand, but the sounds were snuffed out. I felt myself rapidly getting close, and when the orgasm finally hit, it hit so hard that it had me writhing against him while he held me in place. My pussy tightened around his fingers and soaked his hand with cum, and it throbbed, and it ached, and the pleasure didn't stop rocking through my body until a few minutes later when it finally began to calm down, and he didn't remove his fingers until I f