The Erotic Kin - Master Collection (The Erotic Kin Master Collection) Read Online Free
Author: Valerie J Aurora
she climbed on the bed, actually laying on me. One hand how moved to my chest and the other felt around the crotch of my slacks, and found something she was apparently looking for. Her fingers came in contact with a bulge, and she traced the outline of it with her fingernails.
I reached my hands down to the hem of her dress and starting lifting it up over her round butt and began gathering the fabric at her waist. Jasmine then started grinding the crotch of her panties against the crotch of my pants, gyrating her hips in a slow circular motion, making my bulge get thicker and longer. She then moved her hips back and forth, guiding my bulge along the very line that splits her love-triangle. She sat up on me and started pulling her dress off, pulling the fabric over her waist and chest, showing a red lace bra that perfectly covered her six thirty-four breasts. She finished pulling the dress over her head and threw it aside, then resumed her slow gyrations as she unhooked her bra from the back and pulled it off, laying it on my chest. I looked at her bronzed, tight body and I felt like busting out of my pants.
I reached my hands up and starting massaging and squeezing her breasts, which made Jasmine sigh. She put her hands over mine and tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
“Ohhh, Andrew,” she said.
“God you are so hot,” I said. “You are my dream come true.” She looked down and smiled at me.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” she said. I sat up and started taking my polo shirt off. She helped me, then threw the shirt across the room and ran her nails over my broad chest, leading in and kissing me deeply and passionately. She then reached down and started unzipping my slacks. She got up on her knees and unfastened my pants and started pulling them off my hips. I lifted up my hips and she pulled them down, then I took over and got them off my legs, kicking them against the wall. I didn’t need to take my boxers off, because my manhood stuck right out and was lying down against my hips, but was at its full seven-inch length and thickness. Jasmine looked at it, smiled, and cooed.
She moved back on top of my bulge, and I reached out to her panties and slide the fabric to the side, exposing her pinkness. I saw her body tremble.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I’ve never wanted this more.” She lifted herself up, then reached down with her hand to point my flagpole straight up and point it and her tight target. She slowly lowered herself onto me and I moaned with pleasure as my purple tip disappeared between her folds and her lips felt like they squeezed around me. She moaned and signed as she looked down and watched my shaft disappear inside her. She then looked at me as I cupped her breasts as she lowered herself onto me until her pelvis kissed mine. She sighed deeply, feeling my entire length fill her channel. She moved her hips slightly side to side to put me in contact with every inch of her lips and pink, wet canal.
She then started raising herself up off me, until just the tip of me remained in her, then slowly plunged back down on me. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply; feeling the amazingly pleasurable sensations of feeling her squeezing me slightly as she moved on me, and feeling my length get warmer when inside her. I watched as her flat tummy twitched and her breasts spasmed with every inch of me impaling her.
Just as she began a more steady rhythm on me, my phone rang. I let it ring and sent it to voicemail as I lifted my upper body up so I was into a sitting position. She moved up and down on me, and I grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed them, licking her dark pink pearls then biting on them which made Jasmine jump and moan. “Oh, god,” she breathed in my ear.
I took a deep breath, and an intoxicating scent invaded my nose. Not only the smell of sex, but also a scent that came from Jasmine’s skin – a mix of cinnamon and honey. I sighed and squeezed her breasts together and dragged my
I reached my hands down to the hem of her dress and starting lifting it up over her round butt and began gathering the fabric at her waist. Jasmine then started grinding the crotch of her panties against the crotch of my pants, gyrating her hips in a slow circular motion, making my bulge get thicker and longer. She then moved her hips back and forth, guiding my bulge along the very line that splits her love-triangle. She sat up on me and started pulling her dress off, pulling the fabric over her waist and chest, showing a red lace bra that perfectly covered her six thirty-four breasts. She finished pulling the dress over her head and threw it aside, then resumed her slow gyrations as she unhooked her bra from the back and pulled it off, laying it on my chest. I looked at her bronzed, tight body and I felt like busting out of my pants.
I reached my hands up and starting massaging and squeezing her breasts, which made Jasmine sigh. She put her hands over mine and tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
“Ohhh, Andrew,” she said.
“God you are so hot,” I said. “You are my dream come true.” She looked down and smiled at me.
“Take your clothes off, baby,” she said. I sat up and started taking my polo shirt off. She helped me, then threw the shirt across the room and ran her nails over my broad chest, leading in and kissing me deeply and passionately. She then reached down and started unzipping my slacks. She got up on her knees and unfastened my pants and started pulling them off my hips. I lifted up my hips and she pulled them down, then I took over and got them off my legs, kicking them against the wall. I didn’t need to take my boxers off, because my manhood stuck right out and was lying down against my hips, but was at its full seven-inch length and thickness. Jasmine looked at it, smiled, and cooed.
She moved back on top of my bulge, and I reached out to her panties and slide the fabric to the side, exposing her pinkness. I saw her body tremble.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I’ve never wanted this more.” She lifted herself up, then reached down with her hand to point my flagpole straight up and point it and her tight target. She slowly lowered herself onto me and I moaned with pleasure as my purple tip disappeared between her folds and her lips felt like they squeezed around me. She moaned and signed as she looked down and watched my shaft disappear inside her. She then looked at me as I cupped her breasts as she lowered herself onto me until her pelvis kissed mine. She sighed deeply, feeling my entire length fill her channel. She moved her hips slightly side to side to put me in contact with every inch of her lips and pink, wet canal.
She then started raising herself up off me, until just the tip of me remained in her, then slowly plunged back down on me. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply; feeling the amazingly pleasurable sensations of feeling her squeezing me slightly as she moved on me, and feeling my length get warmer when inside her. I watched as her flat tummy twitched and her breasts spasmed with every inch of me impaling her.
Just as she began a more steady rhythm on me, my phone rang. I let it ring and sent it to voicemail as I lifted my upper body up so I was into a sitting position. She moved up and down on me, and I grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed them, licking her dark pink pearls then biting on them which made Jasmine jump and moan. “Oh, god,” she breathed in my ear.
I took a deep breath, and an intoxicating scent invaded my nose. Not only the smell of sex, but also a scent that came from Jasmine’s skin – a mix of cinnamon and honey. I sighed and squeezed her breasts together and dragged my
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