06 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Serena Akeroyd @SerenaAkeroyd vs Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 Three’s Never A Crowd- Serena Akeroyd

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Before she could continue, Harden tutted. “Not complaining, just making a statement. Although, if petting is what you’re doing, I have body parts clamoring for your attention.”

She tilted her head to stare up at him with a grin, seeing the faint lines crinkling at his eyes as he looked down at her, a mischievously cocked brow aimed her way.

“Clamoring, eh?” Bella asked, tone serious. “I’ve obviously been lax in my duty.” Her hand slipped down over the taut line of his stomach, slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, and grasped his cock. She squeezed, hard, enough to make him groan and his shoulders to hunch a little more. The faint look of relief on his face had her sighing.

It wasn’t her fault they’d not had sex in close to a month!

She let her hand shape his shaft, an act she’d done often and never grew tired of. The tip of his dick was flatteringly wet, his pre-cum soaking her fingers as she began to tug back and forth until her hand made a clapping noise with the speed of her motion.

As a long, low groan spilled through the air, she was suddenly pushed back. Before she could complain, hands were on her shoulders, pushing her down to the ground. She knelt, willingly, staring up at him, eyes watering at the glare of the sun in the blindingly blue sky.
“Suck it,” he gritted out, voice so guttural it hit her low—right in the pussy.

She grabbed a hold of his shaft, pulling his boxers down to his knees, and slipped her mouth over the tip. Salty, musky…Harden. She wet his long dick with her tongue, prodding the tiny hole, slurping him up, every luscious, sloppy inch. Bobbing her head back and forth, she took as much of him as she could, letting her spittle slip from between her lips to drip down over to his balls. She pulled free, then lowered her head further down. Taking a globe between her lips, she sucked harder, prodding the taut skin with her tongue.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” she asked, panting as she released his balls, and slipped back up to his cock.

“Where can I come?” he retorted, blue eyes brighter than the azure sky overhead.

She made a slurping noise as she pulled his shaft from her mouth. “Anywhere,” she promised, knowing how that would turn him on.

After nearly six years together, she knew his kinks.

His groan hit her clit, making her toes curl with the pleasure of it.

“Your face,” he growled out, part plea, part command

She smiled up at him, having known instinctively what his choice would be. Bella knew how to strike a bargain, even if Harden didn’t know a deal was being struck.

Slowly retracting her mouth from his cock, she looked up at him, and watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and began to jack off. Fast, hard, and rough, his hips rocked as he began to growl out his pleasure. She braced herself for the fast spurt of his seed, and forced herself to stillness when it pelted her cheeks, mouth, nose, and brow.

He milked his cock as he snarled, long and low, ensuring every droplet was free from his balls and messily decorating her face.
His panting breaths were loud in the silence of the balcony, and he stared down at her, eyes glittering with a ferocity that was hard-wired to her pussy. She didn’t have to question what a gladiator at the Coliseum would have looked like post-victory, Bella knew from Harden’s masculine satisfaction. He’d conquered her. Many a time.

His hand snapped out, fingers trailing through the mess he’d made. Swirling some of the seed into her skin, rubbing it into the patch of flesh beneath her nose. He dipped the digits into her mouth, expecting her to lick them clean, and she obeyed, her cunt clenching down, needing to be filled in reaction to each suck.

Almost as though Evan had heard her pussy’s silent plea, she felt his heat at her back, and then his fingers slid along the contours of her cunt. She was embarrassingly wet, because while coming on her face was Harden’s kink, it turned her on something fierce too.
His hand slid back and forth, over and over until the squelching noises overtook the quiet terrace and she was panting, begging to be filled, her lungs burning with her desperation…

cooltext129750505189949Desert Heat – Lucy Felthouse 

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Yes, it was. And thank you.” His own grin widened. “And now it is your turn.”

“Don’t I even get a minute to recover?”

“Certainly not.” He lightly slapped Wilkes’ stomach. “Look at me!” As Balkhi gestured to his cock, Wilkes’ mouth almost watered at the sight. It was long, thick and angry-looking, a blob of liquid sitting at its tip.

“Hmm, okay. I see your point.” Reaching down, he grasped the base of the condom, holding it as Balkhi clambered off. Casting around for the wrapper, he removed the rubber and carefully stuffed it inside, then placed it on the sideboard, out of the way.

Turning back to Balkhi, he saw the other man had already donned a condom and was making quick work of smothering himself with lubricant. “Turn around,” he said, glancing up. “I want to see us…fucking.”

“Just one moment,” Wilkes replied. “There’s something I have to do, first.” With that, he gripped Balkhi’s chin and kissed him again, swirling his tongue deep and possessively into his mouth, then sucking and nibbling on his lower lip before pulling away. “I just had to do that.”

Smirking, Balkhi gave him a little push. “Turn around.”

Wilkes had barely gotten onto all fours when Balkhi’s nimble fingers, slick with lube, began toying with his arse. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned as Balkhi penetrated him with two fingers—apparently the Afghan had much less patience than him, maybe because he’d been made to wait. But he was still gentle, careful, using plenty of lube as he worked him open, loosened him up. Wilkes could hardly wait to feel that luscious cock inside him. Pushing back against Balkhi’s fingers, Wilkes told him that, just without using words.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” Balkhi’s tone was amused, and he used his free hand to lay a playful smack on Wilkes’ bum cheek.

“Yes,” Wilkes moaned, “I am. I just… I can’t help it. I want you inside me. Now.”

Curling his fingers, Balkhi pressed against Wilkes’ prostate gland a couple of times.

Wilkes let loose a series of harsh expletives.

Balkhi pulled out, quickly replacing his fingers with his cock.

Wilkes felt the head positioned against his hole, slick with lubricant, and concentrated on taking deep breaths, on relaxing. And not a moment too soon, for Balkhi was clearly as eager as he, penetrating him slowly but firmly, pushing past the tight ring of muscle before pausing to allow Wilkes a few moments to get used to the stretch.

Wilkes shoved back, urging the other man to continue. Balkhi took his cue, feeding his shaft into Wilkes’ anus, inch by inch. When he was fully seated inside, he leaned across and pressed kisses to Wilkes’ back and shoulders. “You feel so good, Hugh. I have wanted this for so very long.”

Wilkes looked over his shoulder at Balkhi. “And I. Now please, Rustam. Please fuck me, as hard as you can. I want you to.”

The room was once more filled with the sound of subdued grunts and moans, and skin slapping against skin. Wilkes felt full—both physically, and, crazy as it sounded, in his heart, too. Deep down he knew that although the two of them may have faced their problem head on, they hadn’t solved it. Far from it, in fact. They’d probably made things a whole lot worse.

For now, though, he concentrated on the pleasurable feelings racing through his body, the delicious arousal he felt at being fucked by the man he’d been lusting over for weeks. The satisfaction of knowing that Balkhi was growing closer to climax—his thrusts had grown shallower and faster, his hips jerking wildly and his fingertips digging tightly into Wilkes’ skin.

Then, with a sharp inhalation of breath, followed by a long, drawn out groan, Balkhi froze. Wilkes felt the other man’s cock swell farther, then begin to throb as it emptied his load inside the rubber. Spurt after spurt came, and Wilkes loved it. In spite of the many wrongs they’d just committed, it just felt so damn right. So fucking perfect.

Finally, Balkhi disentangled from him, copying Wilkes’ earlier action for getting rid of the protection. By the time he was done, Wilkes had clambered onto the narrow bed, his arms open wide. Balkhi eagerly clambered up next to him, moving into the embrace with a contended sigh.

Silence fell over the room, punctuated only by their breathing, which settled down gradually, until both men succumbed to sleep.

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