Public Handjob Gif の小説・ストーリー

just waiting for me to grab hold of it. I gently wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, and began slowly gliding my hand up and down his morning erection, as I whispered into his ear, “Good morning, hon.... hey, if you wake up now, we’ll have time for some fun before we have to join the others.” Without opening his eyes, Jose chuckled and mumbled back, “You had me at ‘good morning’...” Then, with his eyes still closed, he smiled... clasped his hands behind his head... and spread his legs, as he laid there and enjoyed my early morning handjob.

Without warning, he sucked my clit into his mouth and a shocking wave of heat went right through me. My legs shook as he sucked on my clit. "Garyson~" I clamped my legs around his head, which didn't stop him from licking my core. "Baby. My ears hurt from you clamping them." He said mischievously. He sat on his knees between my legs, looking like the king of beasts looking down on me. "You can touch it." He took my hand and placed it on his hardness. I giggled and took hold of his cock. I held his cock and he held my hand guiding me to give him a handjob.

He was groaning but he didn't stop me, he was looking at me while stroking his briefs. "Open your legs wider love, let me see your wetness precious. You're so naughty aren't you baby girl? keep touching yourself, pinch your tits for me with your other hand...right...like that baby, slip your finger in for me... deeper love..." he was telling me what to do with my hands, I was moaning his name, while he kept on stroking himself through his briefs. Damn lucky briefs...

Her body tensed and quivered, yearning for release. Giovanni, driven by the sound of her desperation, let his hand trail down to her throbbing clit. With skilled fingers, he began rubbing it, adding a new layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure. Simultaneously, his other hand explored her breasts, teasing and squeezing them, heightening her arousal even further. Still, he continued to drive himself into her, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.

My wetness dripping out of my vagina as his hands pressed against it from outside the pant and showed me his fingers to let me see how wet I am. He quickly bent down and we were kissing again this time more passionately. His hands running all over my boobs, belly, and between my thighs reaching all the corners of my heating body. I moved my one hand down to his bulge and started unbolting with just one hand. It wasn't hard and it came down pretty nicely. I touched my vagina to get my fingers a little wet. Perfect use of my wetness to give him a handjob. I gripped his erect dick. I felt his little veins bulges over his dick while my hand ran up and down wrapping it up with pussy cum.

Her hand jacked the base, while her other hand cradled my balls. I remember that I considered tying her wrists with the bikini, but I was hesitant to interrupt the handjob. Dismissing the thought, I slipped off her top and started groping, pressing my fingers into her big, meaty breasts. My hands were full, and her breasts felt heavy; her nips were like cherries topping the big, double-scoop mounds. They were erect, puffy, and sending pleasured ripples through her body.

I bowed down and kissed the tip of it. I started giving him a handjob as I still gave kisses on the tips of it. "Ugh," I swallowed it and started to play it with my tongue, "That's good, baby," I smiled on my mind and continued what I was doing. I am now giving him a good job, He grips my hair, not that tight, and guides me. I made it faster when I knew he was going to cum. I have done what I have now. He made me stop, but I didn't,

I gasp. His other hand slides around to my front, palming my breast roughly and pinching my nipple hard. The sharp sting mixes with the pleasure building between my legs. He adds a third finger, stretching me open as he pumps faster. Wet, filthy sounds fill the shower as he finger-fucks me with increasing force. My hips rock back to meet every thrust, chasing the fullness.

“Rule?” “If you want us to stop, tell us to stop.” “Right, I⁠—” His hand is fast on me, palm gliding over the wetness Jack left behind. Gavin hisses through his teeth. “Fuck.” His fingertips curl as he passes back and forth, adding more friction without entering me. Back and forth, back and forth. I’m shaking again already and trying to ride his hand, but I can’t. Not with Harrison keeping my legs spread. I don’t mean to say it. “I need more.”

His head pops off, he takes a deep breath, hand replacing his mouth, he jacks me off with a hand movement that can only be described as magic. “Don’t make me beg for your dick again.”