Cherry Chapstick Clit Novels & Stories

"Oh, honey, she's got an intact cherry." Mr. Miller grinned from ear to ear. This would make such a hot video. Preacher's Daughter Gets Her Cherry Popped. I loved the idea as Mrs. Miller flicked her tongue over my clit again. She danced about it. This was so hot having the gorgeous MILF devour me.

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

Taylor. And those unrestrained boobs of hers. Oh shit. "Guess that's what they call irony, right?" she said as she crossed the room. Sure enough, there on her desk was the little pink chapstick egg that had started this whole thing off. The Serenex was sitting out on my desk. Oh fuck. Don't notice it! "What's that?" Taylor immediately opened the cap and began applying more lip balm. Watching a round pink bulb smear across her lips had been a prominent feature in many of those fantasies I had been culling.

he said. I shuddered with pleasure at his breath in my ear, and my eyes closed. "I want you too. Take me," I said. I felt him shift, felt him approach my opening. "Wait!" I cried out, my eyes shooting back open. He looked at me with barely-contained lust. "Don't you have a condom?" He hesitated. "Aren't you on the pill?" he asked. I nodded quickly, and he seemed to take that as permission to continue. He moved even closer. I closed my eyes, and in my inebriated state, I almost let him...

He did it again, and again, lapping at my juices, coating his chin. Then his mouth closed over my clit.

She was praising my member non stop and can’t her eyes over it, as he looks up at me from down in between my legs, she knows her job. “CHUP~..Huk!!…EEMM~..SllllRRPPPPP~~…hah~…hmmm~..babe..you like that~…hmmm..Sllrrrppp~…”. (Clara Nelson) Clara knew what I wanted and what she really wanted to do, she brought her seductive lips onto the tip of my dick and kissed it, then in one motions she opened her steaming mouth breath down on it, and plunged every single inch of my rod into her mouth, all the way to the base, until her chin stick to my balls and her nose plastered on my navel. She stayed like so for a few seconds, letting me feels how heavenly her throat massaging the the tip of my dick, s

“I… I like tits. Big ones. Sucking them. Getting my face smothered in them.” Her eyes lit up like a predator. “Mmm, good girl. See? Wasn’t so hard. Now… why don’t you show Mommy what you mean?” She tugged the robe open just enough for one heavy tit to spill out, the pink nipple stiff and begging. “Come here, Cherry. Suck on Mommy’s nipple. Just a little. I know you want to.”

Next came the strawberries. He selected the ripest one—plump, red, already weeping juice at the stem—and dragged it through the chocolate still ed on her mound. The fruit came away glistening. He brought it to her lips first; she opened immediately, tongue curling around the chocolate-coated berry before she bit down. The juice burst across her tongue at the same moment he pressed the half-eaten strawberry against her clit and rubbed. The texture was devastating—soft, slightly rough seeds against the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled, pressed, dragged the fruit up and down her slit, painting her with strawberry juice and leftover chocolate until everything was slick and obscene.

Despite having a good view of her, being this far just felt like it wasn’t enough. She scooted further up her bed, resting between her pillows. She raised the vibrator to her lips. Kissed the tip, then I watched the device dip into her mouth. She sucked on it, getting it wet. My hand snuck down, rubbing over my hand dick. I forced it to stop. That’s perverse. Cherry pulled the purple device out of her mouth and brought it down to her nipples. Circling the areola, she shuddered, moaning just a little as she cupped the breast the toy wasn’t on. Her nipples got hard, standing as two small pointed peaks.

I placed my finger on her lips to shut her up, but Cherry was in the mood to be wild tonight. She opened her mouth and took my finger, sucking. Her tongue swirled around my finger expertly and then slowly spit it out “Did you regret putting the wrong thing in my mouth?” Smirking at me, my mate stripped herself and flashed me with her firm and bouncy boobs. Her nipples were tower hard. My mouth watered at the feast before my eyes. “What are you waiting for, my love? They've been waiting to be touched and caressed in your palms.”