Erotic Literature is what my life has become.
My Lesbian Sex Story is only one chapter in this lady’s panty drawer. Although Vanessa wants me to be her sex slave, I have been stepping back and really indulging in the fact I am living in one sexy dream, finding myself without limitation to my imagination, It truly feels like some erotic literature.
When I got home there were a plethora of messages on my machine. I am adventurous and love all different flavors. So, when I heard the deep sexy roar of Miguel’s voice and I couldn’t help but turn the volume up.
“Hey, it is me, Miguel. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to come over and suck on your pussy. Call me.”
His words filling me with electricity, I needed to think this one over. What about Vanessa?
The next day, as I dialed Miguel’s number, I concluded what Vanessa doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? I would be diving into her pussy any day soon anyway.
Miguel answered, “Buenas dias mi reina.”
When he starts talking, it makes my thighs tremble. It took all of 45 minutes for him to arrive at my house. Hearing the door slam on the SUV, I waited patiently for his knock. I had arranged myself naked under my nice little silk see-through robe. Looking in the mirror I could see my perky boobs eager for his mouth, perfect!
My hair fell out of my bun and he grabbed it, pulling my head back and running his tongue down my neck.
I could feel my pussy flooding, no room for words. Lifting me up and tossing the contents of my bar in one sensual motion, he began to lick my thighs, slowly guiding his way to my moist lips; sucking on one, then the other. Another page of erotic literature was being written with every push of his tongue against my clit. He must have been reading my diary over the years; I love when someone sucks on my pussy the way he does.
Cumming on his face and blissfully sliding down from the bar, I invited him into my room.
Undressing him slowly, his cock slid out and I wrapped my mouth around the tip, tickling it with my slippery wet tongue. After a few thrusts in my mouth, I turned over and slid my eager vagina down on his throbbing penis as he massaged my ass cheeks. Rolling my hips, I could feel my pussy accepting every movement with pure passion. Slapping my ass as he choked me, he lifted up and I went onto my hands and knees. Slamming his cock even deeper, he leaned in and grabbed my tits, grinding his hips into mine. “Quieres me leche,” he whispered in my ear.
He was about to erupt and so was I
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