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She ground into him harder at the sight of his pink tongue tasting her milky flesh. Gripping onto the back of the couch with one hand, she angled herself back, riding him faster and more intensely than she remembered herself capable. Logan's succulent lips parted as he moaned, lifting his own hips at just the right moments to plunge into her more deeply. It was becoming too much for her, this boy, this man, this animal... .
"Don't move," she instructed, then lifted one leg over his head, doing a 180 degree turn, swiveling in his lap without removing him from the confines of her hot oven. She planted her feet on the floor between his legs and wiggled her butt on top of him, rotating her hips, changing direction, sliding and gliding over his wet shaft. Logan moaned, grabbing her until she leaned back against his chest with her head on his shoulder, nibbling her neck and licking her ears. Isabel could barely breathe, the pressure rapidly mounting between her legs, her nipples tingling, her body about to succumb to Logan again. She felt him expand and contract inside of her, his package tightening up in her hand. He reached in front of her and simply pinched her clit between his fingers, making her whimper with delight, her eyes squeezing shut as she quivered helplessly on his lap.
Drunk with lust and still gasping, Isabel stood and bent forward at the waist, folding her body in half. Logan gripped her hips as he dove into her. She knew he could see her sex dripping down the backs and insides of her smooth thighs, envisioned him watching his engorged cock disappearing into her pink slit, swollen and glistening with her cum. Logan's moans intensified rapidly, and then he pulled out of her. Isabel turned around and got down on her knees, eager to see the elation on his features. She grabbed his soaked shaft, stroking him rapidly, gratified by the stream of his hot milky cum that sprayed her mouth and tongue, dripping down her chin, then her breasts, all the way down to her navel, coating her in his juices. As he trembled in her hands, she cleaned him with her tongue, tasting both of them, enjoying the particular musk they'd created.
"That was... by far... the best... ever..." Logan panted, faltering to sit on the couch. She joined him, sitting by his side, her knees equally weak. Wow, she mused. An eighteen year-old just gave her the best sex of her life.
"Will you come again?" she asked, trailing her hand up his inner thigh, making him jump.
He looked down at his slowly detumescing member and then back at her. "Not right now, I don't think," he said, then grinned. "But I can get off at three..."
You know I'll have to write a Part II, so stay tuned... or check out some moreshort erotic stories!
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