Kneeling Bj Gif Novels & Stories

Prince Albert knelt between my legs, pressed against my ass. “Slow,” I breathed. “Let the camera see it go in.”

Looking into his eyes, I started to move up and down on his cock, biting my lip as I circled around him, watching him moan so surrendered to me. I rested my hands on his chest and began to move my ass, going up and down, making circular movements, rubbing myself on him. I felt that I would come soon and with him it would be no different. "Eat me on all fours now Brenner." I whisper in his ear and get off him. Jordan was soon on his feet on the bed, and I knelt down on all fours, bending over to the mattress, leaving only my butt in the air. "Damn you.” he said and then I felt a slap on my ass.

“You’re so big.” He grinned, smacking my ass behind. “Bounce on me, Kara. Show me how you move.” I started with a slow grind, my clit rubbing against him. “Like this? You feel so good." “Fuck, yes,” Jon groaned, thrusting up to meet me. “Harder, make those tits bounce.” I began bouncing, up and down, riding him faster. My breasts jiggled as his hands reached out to grab them, squeezing. Thea moaned nearby, still riding Nate, her ass slapping against his thighs. “Nate, fuck me deeper,” she demanded, her voice raw.

John kissed his mother good-night and left them on the sofa. "What's this, Jason?" Karin asked, cupping his rock-hard cock. "Is this for me?" "And why not," he bluffed. "Take me right here, Jason," Karin said, sliding off the sofa to kneel between his legs on the floor. "Fuck me right here," she said, pulling her clothes off and laying back, her knees up and wide apart as Jason stared at her.

Benard was on splayed knees with his torso dipped, spine arched and ass arched up. His elbows jutted out at the sides, forearms resting flat with his left wrist draped over the right. His chin rested on the back of his left palm, chest bucking forward on repeat, nipples rubbing against the mat. Lucas was kneeling behind the brunet, hands on the latter's hips. His own hips swung back and forth with profound dedication. As if ramming that trembling ass crucial to world salvation. The sound of skin determinedly clashing against skin echoed in the arched corridor.

“You’re learning.” His fingers withdrew just as she thought she might fall into them completely. The loss of contact was as intense as the touch itself. “Now,” he said, stepping back slightly, voice cool again, “you’re going to kneel.” Her eyes flew open. “Kneel,” he repeated. “Not as an act of humiliation. As an act of grounding. You will place your hands on your thighs, palms up. You will breathe. You will stay with me.” Shaking, she lowered herself to the carpet. Palms up. Knees spread just enough to feel exposed, but not obscene.

I agreed, not feeling very relaxed as he hit the timer on the phone. “Okay, normally I’d be straddling you and sitting on cushions, but I think I can get a little closer considering the last hour,” he grinned as he laid next to me, but with his head even with my hips. “Now, bend your knees, butterfly your legs out, and let them rest on the pillows.” “…really?” “Really.” “But… I’ll be… like, wide open.” What I didn’t say was, With my va-jay-jay on full display like a buffet table.

Tris urged, her voice shaking slightly. Julian sighed, clearly torn. "I don't want to hurt you, Tris. But I also don't want to accuse someone without proof." Tris's eyes pleaded with him. "Just show me, Julian. Show me what you know." Julian hesitated for a moment before pulling out his phone and playing a video. Tris's eyes widened as she watched the footage of Anne and Chris together at the library. They were kissing and touching each other, and Tris felt like she had been punched in the gut.

I need to save all my cum for her mouth. “Get on your knees on the floor,” my voice is low but commanding. Kenna does as she is told without even thinking about it. She gets up off the bed and kneels on the floor. I stand up and position myself so that I have my legs spread hip distance apart and my cock lined up with her mouth. “Wait, let me get you a pillow for your knees.” I reach behind me and grab one then hand it to her to place under her knees. The least I can do is make my beautiful Kenna comfortable.

I go to sit and Ben plays a video of a lady pole dancing in almost nothing in a very seductive lighting. “Learn,” he whispers into my ear, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against him. “Ben, this is hard. How am I supposed to do this by watching one video…” Ben wraps his fingers around my neck tightly, but not too tight, and then he pulls me close enough to nibble my ear. “Get on your knees,” he says in that velvety authoritative voice that makes my knees weak. I swallow thickly and obediently sink onto my knees.