11 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Kelly Jamieson @KellyJamieson vs Jess Dee @jessdeewriter #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Kelly Jamieson – Limited Time Offer 

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All she wore was a nearly invisible pair of beige thong panties and gold shoes. And that fucking sexy black tie around her wrists.

She sat on the edge of the bed.

Levi grabbed the bottle of champagne and carried it and the two glasses to the table beside the bed, along with the thoughtfully provided towel.

“How can I drink champagne with my hands tied behind my back?”

He smiled. “You’re not going to drink it. Not yet, anyway. Lie down.” He pulled the dripping bottle out and opened it with a soft pop of the cork, then carefully filled one flute.

She toed off her shoes and complied. He sat beside her on the bed and sipped the bubbly wine, watching her, taking in the excitement flaring in her eyes. Then he tipped the glass and poured champagne onto her chest, just a small trickle that ran down between her breasts to her stomach.

She gasped. “That’s cold!”

“Mmm. And your body is hot. This exquisite body deserves champagne.” He leaned down and gave her a long slow lick from her belly up over the groove of her abdomen to her breasts. He poured more right on her tits, some of it spilling down her sides to the bed. Again, he licked it off her, circling a tightly puckered nipple, the champagne fizzing on his tongue.

Her body quivered and a soft moan escaped her lips. “Your tongue is hot.”

“Want to lick you everywhere,” he murmured. He sucked her nipple, then moved to the other one. More champagne. More licking. He traced the contours of her breasts with his tongue, lapped wine from the small hollow at her throat where her pulse fluttered crazily.

“You’re getting the bed all wet.”

“Who cares? Roll over.”

She bent one leg and planted a foot into the mattress. “I can’t.”

He smiled. “Here.” He set the wineglass down, reached for her and flipped her over.

“I love how you can do that,” she gasped, now face down on the puffy white duvet.

He held the glass above her back and poured a thin stream of champagne. It landed between her shoulder blades and ran down to the base of her spine.

“That bow tie might be toast,” he mused as the champagne wet it. “Oh well.” He commenced more licking and tasting of her delectable soft skin, including the curves of her ass and the backs of her thighs.

Sighs and moans filled the air. Sloane’s body twitched and trembled.

“I might be getting drunk,” he said long moments later. “Need you on your back again, gorgeous. I want to taste that sweet pussy. You and champagne. There’s an intoxicating combination.”

He helped her return to her back, made sure her hands were okay beneath her, then poured champagne all over her panties, soaking them.

“Oh my God,” she cried.

“Yeah.” The wet fabric outlined pouty lips. He kissed her there on that triangle of wet silk, then pulled the panties lower with his teeth. She lifted her hips to help him, and when he got them down to her knees he lost patience and used his hand to tug them all the way off. “Spread your legs, beautiful girl,” he murmured. “So I can sip champagne from you here.”

She obeyed so sweetly and he drizzled wine onto her pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Still cold?”

“Y-yes.”

“Let’s see.” He lapped at her. Her flesh was so hot it was a wonder the wine didn’t sizzle when it landed there. He stroked her with his tongue and she gave a throaty purr.

He lifted one foot to his shoulder as he took his time tasting her, drizzling champagne and making her shiver. “You’re making me drunk.” He licked her again. “Champagne and your sweet pussy.” He rubbed his tongue over her clit and her hips lifted to his mouth. “There you go. Come for me, pretty girl.” He sucked her clit and felt her body convulse, her soft cries the sweetest music. “Yeah. Just like that. Beautiful.”

cooltext129750505189949Jess Dee – Leaving at Noon

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There was no need to muffle her screams. Theo was the only person around—and she wanted him to hear them. Needed him to know he drove her wild, taking her to the very peak of ecstasy—as only he could do. When he pressed down on her aroused nub and speared his tongue in her ass, Zoey crested that peak, crying his name.

He rubbed torturous circles around her clit as she shuddered through her climax, not relenting until she fell on his hand, trapping him there. The rapture was too intense, the sensation too powerful.

Theo pulled back slightly, his hot breath scalding her pulsing pussy.

Zoey would have hummed in satisfaction, but Theo didn’t give her the time. He was already moving, tugging her hips up and kneeling between her legs, his hips touching her ass. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her torso into the sheets, and she instinctively raised her ass higher, offering it to him.

As he soothed her back, tracing the length of her spine, he reached between their bodies. His hand bumped her pussy, the contact enough to send another violent convulsion crashing through her. Then his hand was gone, replaced by something long and hard and hot. The feel of it, pressed against her still-shuddering core, made her moan all over again.

Theo shifted, lining the fronts of his thighs with the backs of hers. He began to rock, sliding his erection through her slickened folds. Before it had been his tongue laving the length of her, from her clit to her anus. Now it was his cock. His beautiful, erect cock, slipping along her pussy, stroking every part of it, then pulling back to slide between her ass cheeks.

She was so wet, nothing obstructed his movements. He glided across her engorged flesh, the erotic massage leaving her breathless. Long moments passed as she lost herself to the magnificence of the sensation. It was sweet, it was hot, it was heady, and it had her climbing that peak to orgasm all over again.

Zoey reached between her legs and covered his rigid length with her hand, palming his cock as he teased her.

Theo’s strangled gasp made her smile.

She swayed her hips, imitating his rocking and loving the solid heat of his cock between her hand and her groin. She reached back farther to cup his balls, holding their weight and caressing the stretch of skin behind them.

Theo bucked behind her. “Zoey! Fuck.”

The air snapped with electricity.

His hands clamped over her hips. “Gotta have you, babe,” he rasped. “Now.”

He pulled back, but only for a second, to position himself.

Zoey braced, and when he thrust once, burying himself to the hilt inside her, she howled out loud. Her body jerked from the shock of being stuffed so full, and sheer bliss flooded her system.

“Tight,” Theo muttered. His hands shook. “So damn tight.”

He pulled out and drove back in, and Zoey thought she might drown in the deluge of delight.

“Your cunt is so fucking hot.” He thrust once more, slower this time, more controlled, as though he’d reined in his need and focused on intensifying the pleasure of the ride.

And, my, oh my, how that pleasure was intensified. Each powerful thrust was a heavenly, necessary assault on her nerves. It was air to her oxygen-starved lungs, liquid to her parched mouth.

It was perfect.

Theo drove into her again and stopped, filling her. He leaned forward, pushed the hair away from her neck and kissed her exposed skin, sending a cascade of shivers over her shoulders. Still buried inside her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and sat back on his haunches, lifting her upright to straddle him.

Zoey gasped at the new angle of penetration. He filled her more than she’d thought possible, going in even deeper. His chest was plastered to her back, and the arm on her waist moved up to fondle her breasts.

Her nipples, already hard from excitement, stabbed against his palm.

He pinched one between his thumb and finger, timing it so the hint of pain swept through at the same time he drove inside her again.

Her cry echoed off the wall, and the next time he thrust, his other hand found her clit, stroking it as he fucked her.

Zoey was a bundle of overactive nerve endings. Wherever he touched, she flared to life. The scrape of his teeth against her neck was as wickedly carnal as the pad of his finger rubbing her clit.

Her pussy pulsed, and she covered his hand with hers, directing his fingers to stroke just right. Then she reached lower, caressing the base of his cock as he plunged inside her and cupping his heavy balls. They were drenched, the creamy evidence of her excitement coating his cock and testicles.

“Babe.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

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