My pussy lips sink ships

133I love a man that aims to please. On our first call he did just that. He didn’t really waste any time getting right to it either. He said he loves focusing all of his attention on a very wet pussy and we know I have one of those lol.

I could so imagine as he told me how he would part my thighs. Taking his hot tongue he started to tease the outer lips making them full and phat with need. My sex literally drips with the licking of a hot tongue over sensitive pussy lips. The first orgasm cums quickly. It fills my pelvis with warmth and builds to the next one that begins as he enters my vagina with his index finger. Sucking and fucking my milf phone sex pussy with his hard, long finger my pussy starts to quake. Its walls begin to shake and pulse as my second orgasm peaks. I scream out loud. So loud, in fact that my neighbors might have heard me. Then he uses his dick to play with my erect clitoris. He pushes the bulb of his cockhead into that sensitive clit rocking his hips before plunging his dick into my hot hole. I scream out again and my orgasm literally floods us both, my amazing wet pussy quenched his thirst and it will quench yours too. Give me a call right now, I’m ready to give it all to you!!

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  1. Another story for fans of Megan:

    Here she was, lying next to him, in the dark. She had finally done it. She had made him her lover, and it was everything that she had hoped it would be.
    That first day had been electric. She felt like she was sixteen again — maybe it was just his youth, but also the way that he looked at her. The total devotion in his big, doe eyes. And, the way he was always hard around her. She felt so young and vital. She was ineffably attractive in his gaze; she would glimpse herself in the mirror and see her radiance. She had once looked at herself as overweight, but now she saw herself as she was: sensual, voluptuous and feminine, with her wide hips and proud breasts, like an odalisque painted by Renoir or Manet, exuding sexuality and fecundity.
    She felt young and powerful when she was astride him; or on her back, with her legs spread for him; or on her hands and knees while he entered her from behind, grunting like an animal, the smell of her musk in the air. They had done it every way that day, several times over, and while he couldn’t last long, his enthusiasm and lightning-fast recovery made up for it. She could work with him on his staying power. He was now the Man of the House, and would share her big queen size bed every night. She would have plenty of time to teach him how to make love to her, but, for the time being, she was just trying to bust him, to tame him, like a young bull.
    The room was hot, and she was lying languidly on top of the sheets, her body covered with a sheen of sweat and her vagina sticky and full of his semen. She had lost count of the number of times that he had ejaculated into her that day, and for the first time in weeks she felt satisfied … almost.
    She lay on the sheet, next to his young and muscular body sleeping soundly, and her right hand strayed over her heavy breasts and ample stomach into the hair between her legs. As she absent-mindedly fingered herself, with the two middle fingers of her right hand on either side of her still-erect clitoris, she felt the familiar quivering in her vagina and butterflies in her stomach. She could just quickly rub one out, like she did so many times every day, but she knew that would just lead to greater frustration. She didn’t understand it, but as she matured, and approached her “change of life,” she found herself needing more and more intimacy, and generally one orgasm would just make her hungrier for more, until she had what she called the “big one,” where it was almost as though something would click in the back of her mind, and she would feel a complete release as her vagina contracted strongly, sometimes for a period of minutes, becoming so heavily lubricated that it would leak out of her or be squeezed out of her and coat her inner thighs. The big one would leave her drained and exhausted, and it was only then that she felt satiated.
    As she played with herself, she glanced over at her young lover sleeping deeply and heavily beside her, and had a wicked idea. His substantial penis lay across his lower stomach, semi-erect, with his pubic hair matted with her pussy juice. She put her head on his thigh, gazing longingly at his penis, and lifted it in her hand. It felt heavy and warm to her touch. She breathed in deeply and could smell herself on him. Her long tongue darted out like a serpent’s, and she tasted herself on him. The fingers of her other hand pushed deeply into her quivering cunt, bringing her to a quick orgasm, as she gazed at his cock … or, her cock, as she now thought of it.
    She sat up in the bed on her haunches and swung one leg over him, straddling him. She pressed her hairy and wet cunt against his firm, half-erect shaft. She rubbed herself against him in long, slow strokes, taking her time, and being careful not to wake him. Her pubic hair brushed against him at first, but as she became more aroused, she opened, like a tea rose, and she felt the warm flesh of his penis against her clitoris and the well-lubricated and slick inner lips and opening of her vagina.
    Even though he was still sleeping, she could feel him stiffening and lengthening under her. She loved the idea of taking him while he slept. Maybe she could even coax a nocturnal emission out of him, like when he used to have “wet dreams” and she would change his sheets, holding the wet sheets close to her face to breath in their scent and surreptitiously sticking out her tongue to take a pearl of his semen into her mouth, savoring its saltiness. She felt so naughty eating his cum that she sometimes needed to masturbate by pushing herself against the rocking clothes washer as it ran through its spin cycle. Even then, she knew that she would have him some day. She loved him, and wanted him, too much not to take him.
    She looked at herself on top of him in the large mirror that she had set up just for this purpose — to watch as she fucked him, or as he fucked her. She looked so different now. Even in the darkened, twilight room she could see her smoldering sexuality; her thick blond hair falling, like Veronica Lake’s, over one eye; her dark eyes alive and flashing; her full lips shiny and wet in the dim light. She could see the tattoo she had put on her left breast — a small chili pepper — at first a cute joke, and now a symbol of her rebirth.
    She sat up straight on top of him, and looked at herself, proud breasts jutting out, with her nipples seemingly permanently hard. She reached between her legs and put her hand along the length of his shaft, pushing him into her sex. She inserted him easily, not like the first time that he entered her, this morning, when it felt impossibly big and she had to slowly work herself onto it, worried all the time that he would ejaculate before he could get even halfway into her. Now that she had been so thoroughly fucked by him over the course of the last 24 hours, it slipped right into her, like a hand into a silken glove.
    She was careful to move slowly, so as not to wake him, but she had to push down hard against him, to give her clitoris the stimulation it needed. She felt like a vampiress, stealing his essence while he slept. Her feeling of wickedness and power made her even more aroused, and she felt that familiar tingle along her spine, telling her that a big one was on the way.
    The room was quiet, except for his breathing, her whispered guttural grunts as she ground her pelvis into his, and the lasciviously sloppy sounds that her cum-filled cunt made as it sucked on his now fully erect member. She realized that he didn’t come so quickly this time — he was probably worn out from the day of fucking, but also if he was sleeping, he didn’t have the visuals of his massive penis plowing into her hairy cunt to get him off. She liked this. She realized that as long as he slept, she could probably do with him as she liked, without him cumming off too quickly before she was finished.
    She sat up on him, and raised herself up ever so slightly, and looked down between her legs to see him inside of her. She loved the way it looked in her. She started pushing her hips back and forth while she stared down between her legs. She could feel the sweat running down her back and into the crack of her ass. She put her middle finger on her clit as she humped back and forth, and she felt him surge inside of her. She knew he was close. She rubbed her clit frantically trying to get to the big one before he ejaculated and then wilted inside of her.
    She glanced at herself in the mirror, hunched over, feverishly massaging her clit while greedily humping back and forth on that enormous joint between her legs, and thought she had never seen anything sexier. As her vagina began to contract and spasm, and she felt the big one start to come in waves over her body, he stiffened and in long, slow, powerful strokes released his seed into her.
    She was the vampire. A succubus visiting her prey in the night, in his dreams, and having her way with him. Draining him of his essence, vitality and power while he sleeps, and nourishing herself. Leaving him spent and lifeless and limp, but herself young, beautiful and full of power.
    He remained sleeping beneath her, as she collapsed sweatily on top off him. As his erection subsided, it slid out of her cunt, and some of his semen drained out of her onto his stomach. No matter, she had plenty to keep her satisfied.
    She rolled off of her victim and pulled the sheets up around her naked body. The room didn’t feel so hot anymore, in fact the night air felt a little chilly. For the first time that she could remember, she was no longer hungry for another orgasm. She had been fed, and she slept.

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    • You are simply amazing. Such prospective confirms your knowledge of the female mind, body and soul.. her essence. I hope you got the chance to watch the movie I suggested, phone sex with a mature woman can give one much greater insight wouldn’t you agree? Of course cumming with or for you is my honorary pleasure. lol

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