Novel & Cerita Kneeling Sex

Between her opened legs, two hands conquered her flank. Celine watched him knelt down on the ground while looking at her throbbing center. Fortunately, she's wearing cycling short under the skirt. However, she's not sure if she's wet enough for him to notice. Closing her legs is not in the option since his head is in between, plus when he dived his lips onto one of her leg, she forgot her worries and arched her back in pleasure.

Chapter 45: Kneel Luke leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Now, baby girl, kneel." Bella did as she was told and knelt at his feet. She bowed her head and waited. "No, lift your head. When you kneel I want to see your eyes." She raised her head and looked at him. "This is your ready position. When I tell you to get ready, you will kneel like this, sitting on your heels with your hands, palms up, resting on your thighs. You will be nude unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand this?"

Relaxing slightly, convinced she'd never beg to be fucked by a man. "I'm going to show you your next position. Kneel." Rhonda got on her knees. I got her to spread her knees apart, exposing and opening her sex. Her hands had to go back behind her head. "This is the position I want you in when I give you the command to kneel. Like the display position, it exposes all of your charms to your dominant. If I tell you to relax when you're in this position, you may lay your hands on your thighs, though you must still keep your shoulders back so your tits are displayed prominently."

To feel him on my tongue, taste him, pleasure him until his hand fisted in my hair, his head fell back, and he came undone with a growl of my name. His voice came, deep and commanding. “Kneel up.” I blinked, looking up at him with confusion. Kneel up? That was different. He usually loved it when I started with my mouth. But still, I did what he said. I rose to my knees on the bed, my eyes locked on him as he stayed kneeling before me, his dominance tangible. “Spread those legs for me, beautiful one.” My core clenched at the words. I parted my thighs, the air instantly brushing against my soaked folds.

I wanted to push him to his knees, to fuck his face again until I couldn’t move. “Dom’s waiting for us.” I said, even as I moved my hands to his shoulders. He smirked, his fingers pulling my dress up as he sank to his knees. “No panties, such a naughty girl.” He said, tugging at the short hair that covered my sex. “You guys keep ripping them off.” I moaned as he stroked his tongue against my pulsing sex. The vibrations from the egg, making it hard to think about anything other than finding my release. Kane moaned, sucking my clit into his mouth. I gripped his shoulders tighter, trying to hold myself upright. My legs shook and I was so close.

Then she grabbed her ass and opened herself with both hands to let the abundant juices she held inside flow out of her open entrance, so she was very slick. When Red was ready on the cushion, with her bottom presented for fucking, Kwit moved behind her and started to enter into her body. Instead of kneeling he was in a squatting position, it worked well for his height and gave him more freedom of movement than a kneeling position. It suited him. "Oh my goodness, this is such a different movement," Red exclaimed as Kwit thrust his cock into her. His cock, while not especially long, was wider in girth than Phil or Brisk, or any other cock Red had known for years.

She didn’t know what he wanted. And then he spoke. "Kneel." She slid off his lap to the floor beside him, lowering herself as gracefully as her shaking limbs allowed. She knelt, hands at her sides, chest still bared, nipples swollen and wet. Her body pulsed with heat, need, the sharp edge of obedience. It didn’t take long.

Ian knelt between her legs and pulled down her underwear. She stepped out of them and held onto the barstool in front of the controls for support. She gasped as his lips pressed against her thighs. "Baby, sit," he commanded. She turned the stool and leaned back. "Hold onto me, baby." He continued kissing her inner thighs, and she exhaled sharply, trying to maintain her composure. He lifted her right leg onto his shoulder and pleasured her intensely. She gripped his hair tightly as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Kneeling, he aligned his throbbing cock with her entrance, rubbing it through her folds to coat himself anew. With one hand braced on her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold her steady, he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt in a single, smooth glide. Katherine moaned loudly, the new angle stretching her walls differently, his girth pressing against untouched spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She gasped, one hand covering his on her hip, intertwining their fingers in a gesture of connection, while her other traced the chiseled ridges of his abs, feeling them flex under her touch.

Chapter 2: On Your Knees I slid off the edge of Mr. Kane’s desk, my legs shaky, and dropped to my knees on the soft carpet in front of him. My pencil skirt was still pushed up around my hips, blouse unbuttoned, bra cups tugged down so my breasts were exposed. I could feel the cool air on my skin and the wetness between my thighs from the orgasm he’d just given me with his fingers. Alex — Mr. Kane — stood above me, tall and commanding. His belt was already unbuckled, slacks open. He pushed them down just enough for his cock to spring free — thick, hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.