Savannah Watson Anal Novels & Stories

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste. “That was amazing, Anne,” he said, his voice husky. “Thank you.” I smiled up at him. “You’re welcome. But I’m not done yet.” I stood up and pulled off my clothes, revealing my naked body. I straddled him, my wet pussy rubbing against his still hard cock. “I want you to fuck me, Spencer,” I said, my voice low and seductive. “I want you to make me forget about everything and just feel good.”

I stutter, I want to say more dirty words but they keep catching in my throat with how good she feels, I can do this all day and not care about anything else. I can keep my shaft buried in her juicy inside, trapped between her warm wet walls and not give a shit about everything else…not even our parents. “Shit…” I hiss as the thought of my parents cross my mind. “Hmm harder…Liam…” Savannah begs and press her leg harder into my butt to push me in deeper, I am going to go crazy if she keeps this up. “Please…fuck me harder!“ She cries out and I drop her leg to pick up the other leg, introducing a newer angle to us, “ah!“ She screams as I push in completely.

I dug all my ten fingers in her soft golden hairs and started pushing my length more inside her… my head was thrown back and my eyes rolled back as I let her do her magic on me… Savannah kept sucking however before we could proceed she abruptly stopped and stood up, my eyes openly ogled her naked mouthwatering figure while I proactively pulled her close to my chest… and harshly squeezed her blossom with one hand and kept her in position with another, I tilted my head down and tried to kiss her but she avoided my face and said she have to go….

I could feel that she's extremely different from the way she talks to me compared to the woman in front of us. Their talk continued like I’m not around them. Marissa didn’t introduce me to her and I didn’t mind at all because I’m not comfortable talking with them too. I heard that Savannah is from London and the daughter of one of their business partner. She’s taller than me and beautiful like a model in a Vogue magazine. I’m not jealous of her appearance but she’s just perfect to be part of every luxurious event. In short, she fits flawlessly.

My shaft bobs between us. She leans forward and wraps the tits into her mouth when Savannah walks down the stairs. She gasps, capturing the redhead's attention, who grins at Savannah before taking me back in. Savannah's eyes lock with mine, and it takes me clenching my ass to stop me from shooting my loads. Fuck, this is attractive. She looks at me, back to The redhead. She grins and waves at me. My confusion is palpable.

I adored how the white flesh instantly turned pink. "If you knew what a slut I was," she said, "you'd spank me even harder." I obliged. "Yes!" she screamed. I marveled at how sexy and lithe her body was. "You want to share your expertise with me?" I slowed down and asked. She hopped off me and turned around with a grin. "I think I like anal more than vaginal," she said. "It makes me cum harder." "There's something you should know," I said. "Anal is my expertise, too."

"Please, have a seat. I’ve been expecting you." "I’m not in the mood for games," I replied, irritation lacing my words. "Oh, good," she responded, taking a leisurely sip from her cup, her gaze steady on mine. "That means we can skip to the part where you actually act like you’re in control." I took a step forward, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?" Savannah leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a smug tilt of her head, like a royal watching a jester fail. "It means your little copycat wife has some secrets of her own. And I have the proof."

Opposite Jo, her eyes lock on mine and she shows me a sweet innocent smile and I know that’s not right. “Your girlfriend might need some ice,” Layla says to me as she pulls Jo away. My entire body betrays me as Jo walks away and I turn around to watch her walk away. The train of her dress followed her, her ass hugged perfectly by the gold fabric. Look back. Look at me. If you love me, look back at me. But she doesn’t and I know things don’t work this way. The door bursts open and Savannah walks out with a red mark on her face. I am taken by surprise and now I understand what Layla meant by Savannah needing some ice. She needs ice to cool down her skin. Layla is bold, smacking a pregnant woma