Cherry Chapstick Clit Novels & Stories

But not only that, he took off the small, lacy, triangular garment that covered me next and got down on his knees between my legs. "Timmy." "Here's a good place to bite, don't you think? You may not have put your sin-scented moisturizer here..." He stops, looking away from my exposed mound to my face. "Cherry, right?" he says, smiling without showing his teeth. "Cherry liqueur?" I correct, barely able to hold his gaze. His smile widens. "Yes, cherry liqueur is right. Well, even if you haven't smeared your beautiful, delicate, wet and smooth pussy with smelly cream, it'll still be nice to bite, won't it?"

Kneeling between her thighs, he carefully spread her legs, his hands hooking under her hips, then reached for the outer lips of her cherry. "I love the smell of your arousal". Angela closed her eyes shyly, knowing she was already soaking wet down there. *I am no virgin, what am I getting all shy for!* She thought. Antonio stared at her cherry and marvelled at the beautiful flower made by the blades of her inner lips and her round, dark pink hole. Nestling under the beautifully trimmed V of her pubic hair, her clit peeked out from its cover, a tiny pink button. "What...what...did you stop?"

she said, hesitantly. He quickly slid his pants down to his knees. Feeling relief from the pressure of his jeans, he asked, “Which do you like more? Your hands or my mouth?” as he moved to her most private area. She tasted of musky sweetness, with a hint of the vanilla wash she’d cleansed with. He took pleasure from the moans she emitted. His voice was deep and husky as he said, “They make a cherry wash that I really like.”

The thick head of the dildo was pressing against the lips of her dripping pussy then it was in. "FFffffffuuuuuuuuucccckkk!" Chloe moaned as the thick fake cock pushed inside, pressing against Kyle's cock through the inner membranes. The feeling of being full was almost too much for Chloe and her eyes rolled back again as Charlize rested her body on top of Chloe's, pressing deliciously on her clit.

Presenting my very we, soaking wet snatch to Chad's fiery hot rod. Chad held the camera by a hand while he guided his shaft to rub with enough force to press on my clit. He would slide his cock head every once in a while inside my entrance to check if I was cumming. "This little sweet thing seems to be the button to press to make your juices flow out of its jar," Chad uttered while torturing my engorged clitoris with his non-stop slapping, rubbing, and circular massage on it. Just to trace the slit down with his cock into my gaping hole. As if hungry, cock-hungry, and waiting to be fed.

"Then when she was getting close, I'd reach between us and start playing with her clit." Gio moved his hand down and started circling Cherry's clit. Never quite touching it but going around and around until she was humping against his hand. He then increased his speed and let his fingers cross her actual clit and she clinched as she exploded in orgasm. "When she started cumming, I'd pop her cherry in the middle of her pleasure."

I slowly move up her legs towards her underwear, I stop asked for permission to take them off. I licked my lips. I am so hard already, I need her. God! I hope she says yes. She bites her cheek, then she puts me out of my misery. She nodded her head and smiled. I grabbed her underwear and pulled them off. My eyes went to her beautiful, wet pussy.. I see she shaved it. I smirked. She knew what I was thinking. She looked away and blushed. I grabbed her face, “Don’t! I told her.” Look away from me. Your so fucking beautiful, Cherry,” I groaned. I had my eyes staring in her eyes when I took my two fingers inside her pussy, I thrusted my fingers so far inside I felt her maidenhood still attached.

She stroked him a few times, putting on a show for him and the people who’d see it in a few days. Tearing it open, she happily rolled it over his thick pinkish tip, and down the thickness, she couldn’t wait to slobber all over. The synthetic latex-free condom was so thin, covering his dick. Chelle made a reminder to ask him to see how it was created. Looking up at him and the camera, Chelle trailed her tongue up the underside of his dick, then placed kisses around the tip. As if the condom wasn’t there, she nastily spit on it before twirling

Sam: “I need a drink already. I can’t do this.” Tam: “I didn’t even open the damn portal. Don’t need that negativity in my life.” Cheryl laughed, loud and low, pressing the popsicle stick between her lips and dragging her tongue along it slowly. The sweet chill slid along her tongue and down her throat, but the sticky juice running down her fingers and onto her bare thigh made her shiver hotter than anything cold could. Her hand twitched again, brushing along her slick skin, tracing the curve of her inner thigh, pressing lightly against her dripping slit. Her hips moved on their own, arching up slightly, letting her fingers drag across the wetness.

Smearing pussy juice all over it, she rubs a single finger in a circular motion on her engorged clit. "Oh Chris." She moans. "That feels so good." She dips her fingers back into her pussy and again smears the juices over her clit. Her ass cheeks clench spasmodically, as her pleasure button sends shivers through her body. I'm pumping furiously on my cock now, as her pussy starts oozing her thick love cream and she attacks her clit more vigorously.