Yogaga.

As soon as the clock strike eleven, the main door opened and my younger sister bashed through it, with her hands full. She had her laptop bag, yoga mat and some shopping bags from NTUC. I got up from the couch and helped her packed the food into the fridge, while she went straight for her bedroom. Just as I was finished in the kitchen, I heard her calling for me and I made my way into her room, smelling of a slight floral scent and some sweaty odour from her clothes.

Sister: ‘Kor.. can you cook something for me? I didn’t have dinner. And so damn tired from yoga.’

Me: ‘Can. I’ll bring it to you.’

I cooked my usual ‘signature’ maggie mee and brought it to her room, sitting next to her while she ranted about how the female instructor kept touching her as though she was trying to seduce. The whole session sounded funny to me and the bowl of noodles was finished in a haste. I collected the bowl and made my way back to the sink, where I had prepared a small serving of ice cream for her.

Back in her bedroom, she had made herself comfortable under the blanket and tapping away on her phone. Seeing the dessert bowl, she gave me a smile and I stretched my hands to pull her up.

Sister: ‘Kor, feed me. I’m too lazy.’

Me: ‘Can you please change out of your smelly clothes? You’re going to fall sick.’

Sister: ‘Later can? Ice cream first.’

Knowing that she loved half melted cream, I tugged the blanket off her body and saw her naked butt, where she quickly snatched the blanket from me and covered herself.

Me: ‘And your top? I’ll bring the ice cream back after you have changed.’

Sister: ‘Huh! No.. ‘

Her hand held onto my shirt, not letting me go with the bowl of goodies. Having no choice, I tickled her waist and she jumped up, getting into a catfight resisting change. Since she wanted to play, I laid my hands on her camisole bra top and pulled it upwards, immobilising her limbs as the shirt tangled around her forearms. Looking at the pair of developing breasts, I pushed her back on the pillow and placed my mouth around her nipples, sucking on them as her chest rose to the rhythm.

Sister: ‘Kor.. We agreed to stop.. after I turned 16.. You can’t.. ‘

She did not complete her sentence and fell into the long breaths of moans. I removed her top off her wrists and her hands went behind my neck, pressing my mouth onto her 32B cups. I couldn’t get enough of the tiny boobs and kept going. After a minute or so, she took my hand and placed it under the blanket on her leg. Well, I knew what to do.

Moving my warm hand to her pussy, the juicy slit was expecting me and the clit massage did not disappoint her at all. Somehow, she regained her energy and reached for my cock, pumping me like a water gun. I could tell from her face that constantly gave me the CFM look, that she really wanted more. But our blood relationship prevented her from making the request. My fingers entered her after she got really wet and her hand occasionally visited her pussy to borrow some moisturiser to rub my dick with.

Sister (whispering): ‘Kor.. you want?’

Me (whispering): ‘I don’t know.’

Sister (whispering): ‘I.. want. Can?’

Seeing that cute face in front of me, how could I say no? There was actually a secret I was tasked with, to tell her when the time is right. Our parents were often at work, spending very little time with the two of us. So, they told me the truth because I was the one who spent most time taking care of their daughter.

Me: ‘Mei.. I have something to tell you. Mum and dad had told me a long time ago, but they wanted me to wait till the right time before letting you know.’

Suddenly, she stopped stroking me and stared into my eyes. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing. But since I told her there was a secret, it was time to tell her the truth.

Me: ‘Mei. When you were 3 months old, mum and dad adopted you because your real parents were migrating overseas to start afresh. I was three at that time and did not understand what was happening. But I liked you cause I could see how much our parents loved you too. You were like.. ‘

Sister: ‘You mean we are not related by blood?’

Me: ‘Yes. But our family has always.. ‘

Sister: ‘I know. I understand that mum and dad treated me like their own. And I am happy in this family. But that means that we.. ‘

She stopped without completing her sentence and her hand resumed stroking me. Realising how well she took the truth, I continued fingering her under the blankets and she pulled my neck down to kiss me on my lips.

Sister (whispering): ‘I love you kor.’

There was no way to reciprocate with my mouth busy, and the newfound flow of life had turned her strokes graceful. Like.. pleasuring her guy (she was single then). The truth created a safe distance between our intimacy, and I was obliged to give her what she wanted. She spread her legs for me to kneel between and I proceeded to enter her in the most careful manner. As I planted my rod deeply, her hands rested on my face and stole kisses with short tongue action.

Sister (whispering): ‘I want you to shoot inside me.’

I knew she was on the pill so she could do her sports without any breaks due to menstruation. But it wasn’t intended for me to take advantage of. I had made up my mind not to let the newly revealed secret be the excuse to creampie my own sister. Without giving her a reply, I rammed hard into her small pussy and gave her the orgasms she missed. We were already close before she knew she was adopted, but in a magical way, I felt that we had gone another level closer after I told her about it.

Just after a few minutes of missionary, we changed to cowgirl and she rode like a warrior on my stallion. Grinding hips, bouncing boobs. I was kneading her breasts while she hopped on top of me, working her PC muscles to give me a sensational intercourse. At the steady pace she went, it was fast yet swift, without driving me into agonising sensitivity. Once her body was glowing with sweat from the workout, I sat myself up and gently laid her body down onto the bed.

Me: ‘Mei.. turn around?’

She flipped on her knees and kissed me from the side. I was ready behind her and my hands were uncontrollably kneading her boobs, toying with her nipples. She finally stopped making out and bent down on her hands. I guided my dick into the fresh cunt and held her slim waist, before pounding in long, fast strokes.

The slapping sounds of our hips danced like music in the room, with soft moans and manly groans (from me). The secret.. had opened our doors so wide that we were glad there was no blood between us, giving us the freedom to fuck as much as we want.

Taking her in doggie was one of the most challenging position as she could control her tightness perfect with my rhythm. Every entry would be a tight one and the exit would further delay my own climax. The speechless but noisy girl was gyrating her butt on my groin at the same time I pounded her. Maintaining in that speed, it had given me a full ten minutes of sex without the screaming alarm of ejaculation.

But all good things must come to an end, we all know that. I slowed down to a stop and pulled myself out. I laid against the bolster on the other end of the bed and took up the bowl of melted ice cream.

Me: ‘Mei. I won’t cum in you, not even when you are on the pill. We just needed help to satisfy our frequent cravings, not live like we are going to dedicate our lives to each other.’

Sister: ‘I understand what you mean kor.’

She took a mouthful of cold cream from the bowl into her mouth and sat between my opened legs. Her lips went over my manhood and let the chill swamp down my shaft as her mouth took my rod deeply. The cream was used as a partial lubricant because she still wanted the ice cream cold. I let her work on me for a few more seconds before she swallowed the cream.

One hand holding the base of my shaft, her other hand was fondling my balls. Her head went non-stop up and down my rod with her saliva gradually warming my dick. It was a slow transition from heaven to.. heaven I guess. Her diligent blowjob finally triggered my urge and I signalled her with a tap on her head. Right after, her mouth moved faster and kept increasing in speed until I jerked myself to the ideal sitting position, holding onto her neck as the powerful squirts of hot cream fired into her mouth.

Mei took every drop of it without flinching an eyelid and even kept her lips moving in short movements as my muscles sent the semen into another battlefield. It took me at least a minute to recover from her playful tongue that kept swirling around my little head, forcing my dick to cum just-one-more-time after each. Exhausted from the doggie and intense CIM, I laid on the footrest weakly while she opened her mouth to drink the rest of the melted ice cream.

Every drop of my cum went down with her dessert and she became very tired instantly. I got out of her bed and tucked my little sister in, without her clothes on so she could enjoy the air conditioning. A kiss on her lips sealed the night and I went back to the living room, distracted from the TV by the sexy time we just had on her princess bed.

After I wrote this entry, I couldn’t help but have an inspiration to write it from the brother’s point of view. Of course, it wouldn’t just be an ‘opposite’ view. The storyline will have a little variation, but some of it will sound familiar. Look out for it in the next post!

Pssh Bang.

I had spent fifteen minutes in the shop looking for the whipping siphon I wanted, and it seemed that it wasn’t on display. So, I headed for the information counter where another female customer came just after me.

Me: ‘May I know where is the whipping siphon?’

Staff: ‘It’s upstairs, beside the chemistry counter.’

The girl beside heard what our conversation and followed me, going around a small corner to the staircase leading up. As I made my way to my objective, she tapped on my waist and spoke in an Indonesian accent while sticking closely behind.

Girl: ‘You are getting a whipping siphon?’

Me: ‘Yeah. You too?’

Girl: ‘I wanted to get one after watching the videos on YouTube, but am not sure how to choose one.’

Me: ‘Oh. Let’s go up and see what they have.’

We walked to the section where the various aluminium canisters were stored and I picked one that had a good review on the websites I checked. We spent a good five minutes discussing about the workings of the gastronomy of the device and she was pretty convinced about the benefits. We took down the item code and continued walking around the empty level two to browse the attractive metalware on display.

Girl: ‘I am Natasha, you?’

Me: ‘I’m K. You’re from Indonesia?’

Natasha: ‘Yeah. But I lived in Singapore for five years already.’

We quickly paid for our purchases since there was nothing else we wanted to buy and she offered to drive me to somewhere convenient where I can take public transport home. Before she could start the car, the weather turned dark quickly and a heavy downpour followed.

Natasha: ‘I just got my license and I don’t think I will drive in the rain. I’m so sorry.’

Me: ‘It’s okay. I’m in no hurry.’

We continued talking for a while before she asked a casual question that almost seemed too unbelievable for such an attractive girl.

Natasha: ‘Is it hard to get a good boyfriend in Singapore? I don’t think there are many like you who will invest in such things. Men usually just focus on earning money, while the girls do all the cooking.’

Me: ‘It’s my hobby to play with interesting devices. And not many people will own such things too. I think I can make good food.’

Her giggles from our small discussion led her to feel extra relax and her hand found its way to my lap, patting and stroking my thigh with every laugh. I guess that was how friendly the people from Indonesia were, and it did help relax myself too. In the privacy of the car, I placed my hand on her lap as well and I could see a little shyness on her face.

Natasha: ‘I quite like you. You’re nice to talk to.’

Me: ‘Thanks. You too. Can’t believe a girl like you will have problems looking for a boyfriend.’

By then, I had learnt a few facts about her. Natasha was 26 this year and had been single for three years after her Singaporean boyfriend cheated on her. Although she was an Indonesian, her mother was Japanese and that explained the fair complexion, along with a natural thick head of hair, permed, dyed and styled like a Japanese.

The white top she wore was a little translucent and her black halter bra was screaming loudly through her shirt. Her checkered bandage skirt was positioned nicely above her thighs, at a decent length that wouldn’t attract unwanted attention. Her slim figure was all thanks to the daily workout, since she was still looking for a lifelong partner.

Natasha had parked her car in a convenient corner for the reason that it was easier to park beside a wall, fearing that she might hit other cars. So, it was just two sides that constantly distracted us, in front, and the other side where a van had parked next to her.

As the car got cooler in the chilly weather, we lowered the backrest and her hand was frequently trying to move up my pair of sport shorts.

Natasha: ‘Are you cold?’

Me: ‘I’m fine. You? Need me to warm you up?’

Natasha: ‘Haha. How?’

Me: ‘Let’s go to the back. I’ll show you.’

In the passenger seat, my hand moved up her legs and went under her skirt, where a thin fabric met my rough fingers. It immediately sent a thrill down to my little brother and I wriggled my fingers under the panties to her smooth pussy. Her eyes remained closed as I began rubbing on her clit, with her legs trembling from the waves of pleasure flooding her mind. She pulled her skirt higher on her own accord and shifted her hands under her shirt, unhooking the bra from the front and massaging the succulent pair.

Watching the beautiful girl getting herself so horny, I picked up my speed and drove her to an orgasm, with moans that could possibly be audible outside her car. Once the climax died down, she stopped me and pushed me to lie on the remaining space behind me. Her eager hands yanked my shorts down and exposed my dick that flung straight for the hood.

Natasha: ‘Someone feeling naughty huh?’

Me: ‘I couldn’t help it.’

She hushed me and her mouth went to work on my rod. Licking from the sides, I could feel my nerves channeling all the sensitivity to the tip. Her soft fingers were handling my rod so skilfully that it felt so calming. Finally, her lips went over the tip and long graceful strokes began sending my dick into the heavens. The softened tongue roamed around my shaft while a light suction kept my blood pumping. Her hair felt so fluffy in my hands and I had to use all my willpower to stop myself from forcing her down.

As she kept going, her lips reached deeper down with each thrust and before I knew it, she was giving me a deepthroat. Never had I experienced such depth, coupled with so much saliva that made the whole thing so warm and sensual. After five minutes of euphoria, I pulled her towards me and we made out like we were each other’s first. We had definitely felt younger by a few years as our hands moved all over our bodies, exploring sensitive areas and keeping our hormones raging with occasional brushes across our parts.

Natasha: ‘You wanna do it?’

Me: ‘I have been thinking about that since the start.’

She removed her skirt and adjusted her shirt to provide some protection in case anyone interrupted, while I remained bottomless from her blowjob. Reaching for the cupboard under the dashboard, a new 3-pack condoms appeared and she asked me to look at the expiry. Well, it was just a few months away from a possible ‘rot’, but it was actually intended to tell me how long had she been keeping it, going unused until today.

I tore the wrapper and proceeded to place it on my tip, ready to roll it down and get into action. But before I could move, she held my wrists firmly and once again brought her mouth to my penis, executing a lip-roll of the rubber over my shaft. Of course, it was a heaven and hell difference compared to the bare-back blowjob (BBBJ) earlier. Nonetheless, she got it in place and I placed her on her back after shifting my butt near the door.

Entering her in missionary, a painful expression appeared and I paused midway. The battle in my head was either to just shove it in, or go slow. Since she had been so initiating, I took the chance and rammed it into her, resulting a claw into my ribs and back, as though Wolverine just killed me. Natasha bit her lips to suppress the moans and I just pumped her hard to negate the pain. Her legs went around me, attempting to keep me inside for a while so she could recover, but there was no time for that. Well, it was my hormones that couldn’t wait, not time.

I pounded her like how a rabbit would, setting off orgasms there were merely minutes apart. Her tight pussy showed me how long she had not had sex, and it simply drove me crazier when I felt her muscles contracting on me. Droplets of sweat fell on her chest as I kept up my tempo, until I adopted a series of long, powerful strokes, taken in a slightly slower pace, amped up her climax.

Natasha: ‘Oh stop teasing me already. Let me cum, please.’

I smiled at her and took my time, before she reached for my testicles and fondled it. Damn, she does know how to push me to my limits. I gave in to her demand and fucked her hard. The following orgasm sent her body thrashing around once I picked up my speed, maintaining the same deep thrusts. Seeing how violent she got, I pulled out and laid on top of her lightly, letting her hug me while pleasure bombarded her senses.

It took quite a while for her to recover, but my dick was still being teased by her pussy lips that jerked up and down, accidentally touching the tip. Only after another five minutes, she caught her breath and sat up in fear, giving herself up from my continuous pounding.

Natasha: ‘I can’t take it anymore. I need to rest.’

Me: ‘And continue later?’

Natasha: ‘Hehe. No! But I will help you out. Just no more sex.’

She unrolled the condom with care and chuck it on the floor. We moved to the centre of the seats and she went to a 69 position, taking my dick into her mouth before I could even angle her pussy at my mouth. The fast movements of her head totally threw me off, and getting my tongue to stroke her was even harder. Still, I did my best to lick her off while she mouth-fucked me, moving horizontally as though she was being penetrated in doggie.

My dick slid easily down her throat and her lips kept themselves tightly sealed. I had given up trying to lick her after a minute as there was no way to keep it together. I was so distracted by her awesome oral. I kept two fingers inside her while she moved, letting her ‘finger’ herself while her pointy nipples brushed along my stomach.

It took her quite a while to get my cumming, but she managed to pull it of anyway. I felt the urge building up after ten minutes and warned her about it. Hearing that the finale was approaching, she slowed down in anticipation, but I had something else in mind for her. It would be a waste to just let her have it so easy right?

I got up on my knees and let her lie between my legs, swapping positions for the ’69’. Aiming my dick downwards in missionary, I quickly snatched the short bolster at her rear window, placing it below her neck for support. Once my dick was in place, I bent forward to her pussy and began the proper licking, toying the delicate pink flaps that protected her clit. My hips was thrusting in momentum into her mouth, down her throat, while she closed her eyes to receive all of the forceful blowjob.

I must admit, her mouth felt as good as her pussy and I took less than two minutes before reaching my limits. Ramming it deep down her throat, I lifted my hips at the last second to let gravity extract the powerful geyser of sperms that filled her mouth. Still thrusting, she used her lips and a small vacuum to clean me out and the brain-numbing moment lasted the longest in my life. Once I was done, I sat back on my legs and let her up.

Satisfied and pleased with our short sexcapade, I rested lazily where I sat and she laid her head on my lap, still sucking occasionally at the little stub that spewed the leftovers. We did nothing for a long time until the rain stopped, and she got up to wear her clothes back, without her panties. Since we’ve got what we wanted, we made our way home in her car and her pussy was still busy, with my fingers keeping her alert for the journey.

Natasha: ‘If I have any problems with the siphon, can I ask you over to my place?’

Me: ‘Sure. You know, whipped cream is a good moisturiser for your breasts and pussy.’

Natasha: ‘Let’s try that next time. And lick it off so it won’t go to waste.’

She dropped me off at my place and made her way back, leaving her panties secretly tucked into the plastic bag of my siphon. What a day the siphon had given me.

What She Sees.

This entry is written in the point-of-view of a girl. Hope you guys will like it.

Upon boarding the empty double decker bus, my boyfriend and I went straight to the upper deck which we saw was unoccupied. The ride from Bras Basah to his place was quite a distance, and should give us some time to ourselves. This particular day, I had wore the black halter neck bra he bought for me and the pleated stripped skirt, much like how the school girls in Japan wore. It was quite short ending above my knees, and the steps of the bus totally exposed my pink cotton panties I wore underneath. That was one of his favourite panties I had since a long time ago.

Moving to the back of the bus, I felt my pussy got wet uncontrollably, as though it had knew what was coming. We placed our shopping bags on the empty space of the last row of seats, making ourselves comfortable near the window. As usual, I had snuggled into the corner and placed my knees on the back of the backrest in front. He made sure to sit super close to me and squashed me into the corner, while his arms rested between my thighs.

We had been dating for about two years now, and we respected the public intimacy we enjoyed, knowing that citizens often ‘Stomp’ those PDA that seemed too much for them. This time, there was no one to bother us, and even less likely to get sniped in our little cosy corner. His arm pushed its way to separate my legs and he noticed my wetness in mere seconds. There was no hiding that I was turned on as much as he was, thrilled to have some privacy to ourselves.

As he began rubbing on my panties, my hand went to work on his bulge and couldn’t wait to unzip his pants. The slight odour from his dick filled the air and I found it pleasant to know how horny he was. After all, he was mine to enjoy. Blood rushed to his groin and made it so hard that I wished he could put it inside me right there, but the space was too restrictive to properly enjoy sex. So, it was just masturbation that we could indulge in, maybe going a little further.

I stroked his rod up and down while he dug his way into my panties. Like any girls, it was uncomfortable to have a piece of cloth with a hand inside. The next logical thing to do was to disappoint him for a minute, while I stripped my underwear for him. The well-lubricated pussy excited him more and his fingers impatiently plunged into my pussy, parking the back of his thumb closely onto his palm so it could tease my clit while I kept leaking.

My hand on his dick was moving on its own without guidance, it was going at the same intensity he was thrusting his fingers at. It took me less than three minutes before I closed my legs on his hand and displayed an erotic shiver in an orgasm. All I knew was that he took his hand away and flung it a few times, splashing a few drops of my juices onto my legs. That was his way of showing how wet I was. The momentary drop in energy was quickly replenished by his fingers that knew no tiredness, plus the slurping sounds kept him going strong.

I was going so crazy with his enthusiasm, I had almost begged for him to fuck me then. But the continuous fingering drained my will to speak. After another three minutes, he had pushed two fingers in and my legs widened itself to the limit. I could feel how much my entrance was stretching to accommodate the width, and he just kept going despite my pleas to slow down. It was the most ironic to ask him to go slower, because it felt good with pain was mixed into it. Thankfully, he ignored me and drove me insane, dripping juices onto the floor.

Half awake, I had to use all my might to hang on to his dick, and a solution immediately came to my mind. One that can let me get some rest, while taking revenge on his earlier torture. I took his hand away after claiming a little soreness, and made him sit comfortably in his position. I placed his feet on the floor and turned myself towards him. He sort of knew what I was about to do, and relaxed his arms on the chair – like a king.

As a concubine would please her master, I bent downwards and held his rod in place, licking around the sides to cover the salty scent coming from it. That naughty ‘king’ had put up a strong front to signal that my skills was just right for him. Well, that wasn’t good enough for me. Once I could only smell my own saliva, I placed my lips on his pee hole and sucked hard on it. Repeating it until he felt painful and asked me to stop. Like how he raped me with his fingers earlier, I ignored his request and continued to do it a few more times.

Just as his hands found their way to my forehead, I widened my jaws and pushed my head down his shaft, warming the over-sensitive cock as far as I could go. Seeing that it was always one inch short of the full length, I swallowed to keep my throat open and went all the way, letting his tip prod at my uvula, causing a gagging reflex. The soft groan from him made me want to smile but it was difficult with something in my mouth. So I just kept going, serving him like what a boyfriend deserves. Sucking non-stop, a little vacuum was formed as my cheeks puffed and collapsed from the thrusts. There was nothing much that affected the speed as there was no scent from him nor his underwear. All I did was to keep going up and down, letting my tongue glide along the underside of his penis.

Boyfriend: ‘Are you going to make me cum?’

A very good question indeed. All I could reply was a Mmm~ to tell him that I will finish it this way. He slouched his back against the chair and the adjustment made my job easier. As I got used to his size, I forced my head to go faster, but there was always a limit to what my body allowed. Seeing that he had gone quiet, I blindly grabbed his hand and placed it on my ponytail, demanding him to use me as he wished.

Suddenly, he sat straight and forced my head down so deep I choked. He heard the sounds and pulled his hands away, but I kept going. The smart boy understood my intentions and returned to mouth fucking me, driving my mouth so deep and fast I had to close my eyes to the oncoming skin of his groin. Whether there was suction or my tongue in the right place did not matter anymore, cause his speed showed me the duration to his finishing move.

The bus whizzed throughout the highway and we got so busy pleasuring each other. As I slowly lost myself to his tempo, his hips was raising and lowering, as though it was trying to go down my throat. The moment his rod started pulsating, I was already in tears from the pain and strain of my mouth. Luckily, it was about to end.

I let him use my at any speed and he was game to keep it at a fast rhythm. I had lost track of time and even had to masturbate myself to ease the pain in my throat. After a few more minutes after the bus got off the expressway, he changed to longer strokes, but deeper penetrations. The few thrusts made me cry silently until the last lap, where he stopped abruptly.

The pulse in his rod sent a huge wave of cum into my mouth and it kept filling me up. I had to breath out as the semen took over the space and it was the most intense minute I ever experienced. Careful breathing, skilful tongue placement to get him to empty every drop. That’s the objective of an ejaculation right? I did not want him to feel any less than having sex with me, although it was only a blowjob.

He let go off my hair after he was done and I quickly raised my head to show him the amount of cum he deposited inside my mouth. He lightly pushed my chin upwards and gave me a kiss that lasted forever.

Boyfriend (whispering): ‘Swallow it?’

I gulped loudly for him to hear and he checked to confirm I held nothing back. He kissed the tears away from my eyes and I wore my panties back after I helped him get his wiener back into his underwear. For the last few stops of the ride, I remained quiet in his arms to recover my energy. After all, there was so much more to do after we reach his place. Similar to boarding the bus, my pussy was already wet in the lift, where I had to remove my panties so things could move faster when we reach his room.

Light Hearted.

When you went down on me in your car, at that usual spot in a particular carpark, I was shocked. Not that you did not hesitate, but what bothered me was the smell (if any), and smegma (which surprisingly has benefits besides being weird in one’s mouth).

‘Don’t your ex clean it before you go down on him?’, asked concerned me. ‘No. I guess girls just want to impress their guys’, you replied with a phrase that made me wonder lots more.

The appearance of wet wipes somehow relieved you, and made me felt way better when you blew my mind away with your mouth.

‘Use your hands instead. I don’t want to tire you out’, was the only thing I could say after a whole five minutes of oral that did not get me anywhere near climax.

Were you always asked to use your mouth to finish the job? I felt sorry that I wasn’t as responsive as the other guys you had. Even your handjob, I couldn’t cum as quickly. When you mentioned you could always get them to cum using your mouth, I was worried about your self-esteem.

‘You know, you are the first guy that is.. average’. You had no idea how confused I was. Does a high achiever like you want someone like me? Would you settle for anything lesser than yourself? You are someone guys like me could only dream of meeting (aside from official business), let alone spend the rest of my life with.

One thing that made me go legs wobbling about you is how you loved to please your man (me in this case). To you, I might sound like I am tortured, but deep down, I never felt anymore like a king, pleasured by his queen. You once asked if I went down on my ex(es), and I tell you here, that I will be most willing to go down on you for as long as you like. Of course, with breaks in between.

A part of me wanted to train you to be my slave, which I suspect is due to the ego issues of you being more well-to-do than me. I’m a guy after all. But principles held me back because of my love for you. It certainly transcends above sex and whatever related to it.

You are complete to me. And have no need to conform to my little fantasy of my ‘ideal’ girl. Figure wise, I don’t really care. I would let you ride me like an iGallop. We will get our exercise done together. ;)

Now, I just want to rub you out, and tease you by ‘accidentally’ going too low and poke a finger into you. Hear your squeals again, and admire your horny stern eyes ‘warning’ me. Out of that, I yearn for your fingers around my cock again, using that strawberry lube to control my joystick while I massage your clit in circles.

I love how you would ask for more flavouring before you lick it all up. I love how your fingernail wriggle at the tip before your mouth takes over and suck the life out of me. No, don’t go deep throat. Just lie there, and fondle all you can reach with your fingers. Discover me all over again, listen to my moans as you tighten and loosen your grip. Trail along those veins and find where it pleasure me the most.

And once you’re done, it’s my turn to drag my fingertip along those fleshy wet folds of your pussy. Finding the clit is just the first part, and stroking it is another. My favourite toy for you would magically appear from under the pillow, disappearing into you in an instant. In out in out it goes, throwing you into fits of orgasms as you tried to slow me down but could not defeat the orgasms that sent twitches across your body. As much as you like teasing me, that was my favourite sight. To see my cute little baby falling to my high speed thrusts.

Unlike or like most guys, the foreplay will be the best part of our intimate relationship. We would smell like strawberries when you help me massage that delay spray into my rod, condom ready in my hand for you to roll it down.

You will be the little sheep that stares at me with uncertain eyes, while I spread your thighs for my Titanic to dock. While you were wondering I got the right hole, it would have found its way in. Do you remember how slowly I would push my cock into you? And the gasp of air you take each time I jerked a little deeper?

Imagine it happening repeatedly. We have all the time we need. And you have all the love I have. Slowly, the sharp breaths you take will become shallow, as my hips moved faster at you. At times, you would cum before me. And watching you shiver in pleasure hardens me a little.

Now, turn over for me. Guide me in from between your legs. Oh yes. Can you feel me inside you? I’m going to pound you till I cum. Fuck yes. I cannot forget how my body would not let you go. I just have to have more. ‘Not yet’, was what my mind screamed at me till it was too late.

We know how safe it was with a condom. And those times we needed to take a break to let my senses return to my dick? Today isn’t those days. For a change.. I’ll take it out. I’ll remove the condom, and kneel over your chest. Hold my cock at your mouth. Use both hands to jerk me off. I want to cum on your face.

You kept your eyes on my euphoric expression as I caught glimpses of you, smiling as you drove me to my ends. Before the first load came, I fell forward onto my wooden headboard and you closed your eyes, savouring the beautiful moment when my hot cum splashed over your mouth and nose and cheeks.

It wasn’t strong enough to reach your eyes, but we were both thankful you could still see where to clean. How does it taste baby? Swallow it for me? Just this time?

Well, I wouldn’t know if you can put up a smile after hearing my request. I had no idea how it tasted, but you’re free to spit it out. Okay, there’s some on your cheeks, the edges of your lips and a few drops on your boobs.

Here is when it never fails to get us. Clean up time. Wait. Thirsty me need to drink first. There’s only granny outside. No need to wear your panties. Go go! Into my computer room you went, headed straight for the toilet to pee like after every round.

I love you Baby A. This is for your long distance read.

Just Bought.

Andy: ‘Since when did you get this skirt?’

Fen: ‘I bought it online with my sister. The package just arrived today. So I wore it to show you.’

Andy: ‘Haha. It’s really short though. You’re comfortable in it?’

Fen: ‘Yeah. I’m meeting you anyway. You’ll protect me.’

Andy then presented his teenage girlfriend a nicely wrapped gift and she opened it eagerly with him. A ‘VS’ labelled bottle of perfume with intricate design made her jump in excitement. Her expression changed to a grateful and lovey dovey one, with a big hug into her boyfriend’s arms.

Fen: ‘Thank you love!’

She popped the cover open and took a whiff, breathing in a fresh breath of sexiness usually reserved for mature ladies. Somehow, the scent mesmerised her and turned her kinky side wild. From the long hug she had, a kiss followed suite and they began making out in the poorly lit stairwell of the shopping mall. As he was still in his school uniform, she could only touch him outside his shirt. But Andy’s hands were already roaming under her short layered red skirt, with frills and laces along the hems.

His fingers worked on her pussy, rubbing it up and down while feeling her hands moving in circles on his bulge. For the young couple, the times they could get so much privacy was so rare that their lust grown into little monsters. It was dangerous to remove his pants, so, all he could do was to just let her stroke the outside. Just as her panties go wetter, she actually began unzipping his pants and wrestled his tool into the open.

Fen: ‘Love, I want to give you a surprise too. Close your eyes?’

He took a step against the wall and shut his eyelids, unprepared for what was about to come. After he felt a few breaths breathing down his shaft, a warming sensation went over his little head and continued downwards until three quarters of his length. Opening his eyes slightly, he saw how engrossed she was to keep the huge stick in her mouth while wriggling her tongue to play with it.

There was no words to describe how lucky Andy felt to have his girl going down on him. They had spoken before about licking each other and the various methods to make each other horny. This however, was the first time he felt her lips. And it wasn’t too bad. His mind slowly clouded up and images of her cute tongue flicking all over the pink head was echoing strongly. Shortly after the tease, her head then started to move forth and back, ramming her pretty face into his legs.

Andy only let Fen did it for a few strokes as it had pained his heart to see her gagging for him. As she stood back ho on her feet with help of Andy, her hand went back to the rod and a handjob took over. Feeling satisfied, he brought her to the steps and sat her down. He took his place between her legs and almost managed to lick her before she stopped him abruptly.

Andy: ‘You don’t want it?’

Fen: ‘I want something else.’

She gave him a cheeky wink and reached for his dick. Tugging it towards her body, she leaned back with the warm rod in her palm, spreading her legs for him.

Fen: ‘I want you inside.’

Andy: ‘But you’re underage.’

Fen: ‘Who cares. As long as you and I don’t tell. Please? I want you to have me.’

Filled with honour and confidence, he knelt outside her pussy and placed the tip in. All eyes were on the penetration, watching closely at the disappearing act. Inch by inch, he tore through her pussy until he was balls deep, and Fen’s eyes were trembling behind the half-closed eyelids.

Andy: ‘You okay?’

Fen: ‘Yeah. A little painful.. But it feels good.’

Comforted by her words, the sex began and he thrusted at a gradual increasing speed. It was so sexy to see how her skirt covered the scarily quick pounding of her pussy, and that faded white shirt showed off her orange coloured bra proudly. As he continued pumping her, the thrill of deflowering a sixteen year old virgin drove him deeper. Their bodies banged each other loudly as his dick kept up with the piston-like speed.

Andy: ‘You want to try doggie?’

Fen: ‘I don’t mind.’

She let Andy pulled out slowly and proceeded to stand with her back facing him. Bending forward like sit-and- reach, he lightly pushed her back down and arched her butt towards his penis. Unguided, he let his hips find its way into her and shove it hard once the entry was found. Giving off a soft yelp, the force of his entry gave her an instant orgasm as it hit her g-spot for the first time.

Still holding the shivering girl firmly, he took control and resumed banging her, despite her pleas to take a break. The series of forceful sex kept her cumming, sending her into a half-conscious state. Andy, who was still hyped, kept going non-stop. It seemed that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. For a first timer, his stamina was so lasting that it sort of gave Fen an insight on his limits once they had more sex. That would be one helluva sex life they will live in.

While she was in her own world, her wonderful boyfriend was about to climax and the increase in speed set off the alarms in her mind to get away. Strengthless, she pushed his stomach and he abide by her signals. Andy helped her down on the steps and brought his dick to her face, where she quickly sucked on it and let him hold her head.

Thrusting his hips hard, the foreign object bent down along her throat and it just didn’t stop until a loud groan came from him. The tear-filled girl watched his face as an agonising expression came through, followed by a gush of cum into her throat. Knowing that guys love their girls to swallow, she did her best to swallow and kept the last bit in her mouth.

He pulled out after a minute and apologised profusely to her for the violence. But all Fen did was to shake her head, and she opened her mouth for him to admire the seeds he ave her. After that, she closed her mouth and a gulp sound was heard. Immediately, he knew what she did and went to give her a hug so tight she felt extra loved.

Andy (whispering): ‘Thank you sweetie.’

Fen (whispering): ‘I’ll do it anytime you want.’

They smiled on each others’ shoulders and they helped each other get dressed. Leaving that place shortly after, another couple came up from the level below and took over their space, still warmed by the activity earlier.

Love or lust? I hope it’s the former.

Sweet Scent.

Looking for ways to earn quick cash, Joyclyn found a number of blogs set up by ladies to put their worn underwear for sale. Browsing through the variety of sites, one of the simplest blogs shone through the picture-filled norm and she clicked on the link to seek some ideas on setting her own site.

Once the page was fully loaded, she Immediately regretted her decision, as it was a guy’s blog, to sell his worn underwear. What a twist! The layout was easy to navigate and pictures sparsely littered the page. For every piece of clothing, there were a short write up underneath it.

Reading through the mix of personal stories and histories of a few underwear, Joyclyn couldn’t help feeling tempted to buy one and see how the whole thing worked.

Hesitantly, she clicked on a worn boxer brief from Uniqlo selling for $20 and proceeded to check out. It took a few hours to get a confirmation and the message that followed was an interesting one. It seemed that he had already placed the item in her letterbox. Joyclyn couldn’t believe how efficient the seller was, it was possible to deliver immediately but we would thought only few would do it.

She picked the package up and went into her room, admiring the envelope in detail. There was no names nor return address, just her own residence. Joyclyn opened the wrapper and found the item nicely packed in an airtight zip lock. Upon tearing the zip apart, a salty scent with a tinge of detergent aroma drifted into her nose. And another surprise came when she unpacked the underwear, falling a slip of paper onto her lap.

Joyclyn didn’t know what to do with the underwear, since there was still too much she didn’t know of that mysterious seller. But on the paper, there were some details, like instructions for use, and a short background on what he did before putting into her letterbox.

As much as I want to know you better, it is always easier for you to know me, since you have something I wore just earlier.

I want you to sit somewhere comfortable, and hold the underwear in one hand. Let your mind move your hands, and don’t try to fight it.

When I received your order, I was already in that piece you chose. Call it fate or luck, I am glad it was already warmed and a little dirty.

There wasn’t much to imagine you by, but I had an idea of what I wanted you to do. As you read this, I had imagine you being affected by the smell. Part of you feel lost, and the other part wanted to find out what you can do to it.

I would move your hand holding my underwear across your chest, mixing your fragrance into the soft material. I want you to be closer to me in anyway you can. And then, I want to feel your body against it. Don’t stop. Keep moving it down your body until it is at your pussy.

By then, Joyclyn had the underwear ran down her body, across her chest, tummy and finally holding it between her legs. There was nothing to fear as it was only a piece of cloth. And so, her panties was removed. Never had she imagined to be so naughty towards a guy’s underwear but it was too harmless to stop.

Next, I want you to rub your clit with it. Your fingers will be mine under that deductive piece of clothes. And keep going, imagine me sitting beside you, aiding you in a masturbaton. I will go as fast as you want, and touch anywhere you like best.

Slowly, I push harder against your slit and you feel a little of my fingers enter. I will finger you as deep as you want, just guide me. Yes, deeper.

From here on, I will finger you to an orgasm. But I will never ask you for sex. Because there is definitely more to you.

Joyclyn’s fingers were thrusting deep and hard into her pussy. Her long nails had began stretching the underwear until the tearing sounds were heard. There was no stopping her by then. She did not care what happened to the money she spent. The cloth was rubbing against her clit while her fingers kept moving. What an exciting way to masturbate, and with a stranger’s underwear.

She had imagine him sitting between her opened legs and pumping his hand at her pussy with his fingers curved. There was only so much she could take, and it was the most thrilling to do it differently.

After a while of furious finger fuck, her pussy clasped onto her fingers and an orgasm kicked her into a trance. The gradual oncoming shiver changed into a fit and she collapsed on the bed, still struggling to regain her composure.

Finally, she recovered her strength and pulled the underwear away, wet and sticky to the touch. Well, that was one out-of-the-world experience she least expected. To have a piece of men’s underwear and get herself off with it. Hmm..

Have any girls ever tried that before?

Covert HJ.

Erica: ‘Jie, where are you going?’

Eliza: ‘Eden is meeting us.’

Erica: ‘Huh? In that?’

As Eliza’s sister’s curiosity got the better of her, she was securing the front hooks of her bra. It was one of those halter designs with a silver ring to hold the straps around her neck, and a decorative gold ring between her boobs. Her matching undies had the same rings by her hips, and the material was so thin that it felt kinky just being in it. The black bodycon dress with sheer cuttings acted as a cover for the lingerie that looked so much better.

That evening, she had dressed a little slutty compared to her younger sister, whom their mum asked them to go out together. Erica had worn a spaghetti top with sewn in paddings, and a decent denim skirt below.

Burdened by the unwanted appearance of her sister for a date with her boyfriend, Eliza tried her best to walk faster, stopping at shops that wouldn’t interest Erica. The three of them had bought tickets and Erica wasn’t that insensible either. She walked around the mall on her own until it was time for the movies, and met them outside the theatre before heading in.

Erica wasn’t as fashionable as her sister, but she did not shy too far away in terms of looks and figure. The lack of frequent exercise gave both girls who used to be underweight, extra meat to fill in their boobs and hips. Eliza’s boyfriend, Eden, had long wished he could have them both but his girlfriend would get too jealous. Imagine one to be the sexy and adventurous, and Erica, the shy and submissive one. What a fantasy!

They sat themselves in the cinema, with Eden in the middle so he could share the popcorn between the two sisters. From the corner of Erica’s eyes, she saw the couple cuddling and sighed to herself, bothered by being the lightbulb. As soon as the lights went down for the trailers, Eliza pulled their cardigans out of the bag and handed one to her sister. Eden’s hand went under Eliza’s cardigan and wriggled into her dress, beginning the intimate fondling under the huge screen.

Erica knew what they were up to and kept focused on the show, doing her best to the awkward jerks that the both of them did occasionally. Daringly, Eliza’s hand went for his zipper to free Eden’s dick into the cold air and there was no way her little sister would not notice. Stroking playfully, Eden was fidgeting so much in his seat.

Eden (whispering): ‘Can I borrow your cardigan?’

Erica (whispering): ‘Cold?’

Eden (whispering): ‘Nah. Just to cover.’

Disgusted by what will be happening to her pullover, it was better to keep his tool out of sight. She handed it to him and her sister helped cover up the indecent actions. Their movements got more discreet as time passed, watching the movie while keeping each other alert.

Just when things got ‘normal’, Erica felt Eden’s hand went over her thigh and started moving up her skirt. She immediately stuck her head out to see her sister. Eliza was lying on Eden’s shoulder while her mouth open and close to his fingers in her panties. Fearful of her sister, Erica did not resist his hand moving under her skirt, but getting into her panties was a no-no. She stopped his advances and he knew what he was allowed to do.

So, going on top of her panties, he began rubbing on where her clit was and turned her into the same state as his girlfriend – breathing deeply with their faces flushed. After he got no response from the sister, he took his hand out and placed her hand under the cardigan.

Erica was a little disappointed when he stopped masturbating her, but immediately knew what he wanted when her hand was tucked under. Trembling in fear, she reached around his dick to ‘meet’ her sister’s hand, who was still at work.

Eliza felt the extra participant and sobered from her pleasurable state. The scary stare at her sister was blocked by Eden, whose fingers quickly made some strong movements and sent her back on the seat. He had pinched her clit so hard that it almost blew an orgasm into her pussy. He continued rolling her clit between his thumb and index fingers until she raised her feet onto the cushion while climaxing in the most gentlest manner.

Seeing how the guy subdued her sister, she got a boost of confidence and stroked Eden alongside Eliza. One hand on top, and the other below. It felt so good that Eden had problems sitting still. The difference in pressure, and the experience of the girls. They knew there wasn’t enough length to be ‘sharing’, so, they took turns instead.

Eliza, whom had been with him for a long time, knew where he liked to be teased, especially on the underside of his shaft. Her manicured nails worked wonders on him and it heightened up every inch of his foreskin. It was the most sensual climax-deprive style of a handjob.

Erica on the other ‘hand’, had only landed her hands on her second dick in her life. The raw, untrained fingers seek to explore the native rod with care, similar to handling an eel. His pre-cum had leaked all over their hands and it served well as a lubricant. But if there wasn’t enough, he had a supply of two pussies.

Back to the fidgeting trio in the first few rows. The two girls had been in orgasms at the most action-packed scenes and their hands were getting weary too. Eden had enough of their never-ending handjob and decided to finish with his beloved girl.

Arriving at the last few loving parts of the movie, he took Erica’s hand away while he shifted his fingers under her panties, completing the journey into her pussy. Erica was already too high to care, and having him raw inside would definitely feel better. He pulled opened the cardigan just enough to expose his dick to Eliza, whose head was ready to slide down his chest.

Her face disappeared into his groin and the heavenly blowjob made Eden’s fingers move much faster. Forcing her head down deeper, his mind was exploding like fireworks. They were merely seconds away from a triple orgasm that Erica was unwillingly brought into.

At the final lap, they went berserk on each other, with the innocent Erica pushing his fingers deeper and massaging his testicles at the same time. Eliza was gagging at the same time as the blaring music played. Grabbing into her hair, Eden made a hard thrust upwards and unleashed the humongous waves of cum that Eliza couldn’t refuse.

Once her mouth was full, she swallowed continuously until he was done. And for Erica, her pussy had squeezed onto Eden’s fingers so hard he could not free himself. That was how extreme and dangerously exciting they were.

As soon as they were done climaxing, they adjusted their clothes back to appear as normal as possible to the disapproving eyes of the audience behind them. The walk out of the cinema was a quick one, and the sisters who walked hand-in-hand clearly improved their relationship through the ‘share-a-dick’ event.

It wasn’t sure if it referred to Eden’s dick, or just him being one. From then on, it was common for the girls to share their boyfriends in the most confusing relationship. As all guys are, their boyfriends got extremely jealous when the sisters served each of the men on a two-on-one basis. But when it comes to any of the guys’ turn to enjoy the girls, the participant would have no qualms about it.

Weird and ironic huh?

‘Mix’ Up.

After a eventful day celebrating Wen’s birthday, everyone who were spending the night in the boutique hotel room was dead drunk. Nicholas, who planned his girlfriend’s birthday, had brought about 20 bottles of beers to the celebration and every body was emptied. Out of the five person who were spending the night there, Nicholas and Jack were the only males. While Jack was out cold on the carpeted floor, the girls were lying on the queen size bed under the cosy warm sheets.

Nicholas spent a good one hour tidying up the room in a drunken state under the snores of everyone, but he did not have a word of complaint. Once the room was packed, the lights went off and he took the tiny space next to Ting, who hugged his girlfriend sleeping in between two girls. The alcohol kicked in after a few minutes and he fell asleep, happy with the smooth running of an unforgettable night for his precious girl.

Soundly asleep, it wasn’t long before Ting moved in her sleep, turning sideways to face Nicholas. Her hand slammed onto his chest and continued sleeping despite a jump from Nicholas. Oh well, just as he thought he could sleep, this girl had unknowingly semi-hugged him. Her thigh went up his leg and wrapped him up like a bolster, pressing her boobs onto his arm. Under the soft light from the curtains left ajar, he suddenly realised how pretty Ting was when she was in slumber.

Very slowly, he turned his body towards her and placed her thigh between his legs, creating an accident that massaged her pussy. Staring straight into her peaceful face, her warm breath was blowing into his face and apart from the beer, she smelled wonderful. Gliding his head across the pillow, he placed his lips less than a centimetre from her mouth.

All it took was a minute for her to move in her sleep again and this time, she kissed onto his lips. Nicholas’ hand went onto her waist and began digging its way under her shirt, while his tongue wet Ting’s mouth. In a drowsy state, she responded by making out with him semi-awake, and began grinding her groin on his leg. The tiny shorts made things a little uncomfortable and it was Nicholas’ duty to get it out of the way.

Reaching into the blanket, he unbuttoned her shorts and tugged it as low as he could reach, leaving the rest of the work to Ting who wanted to remove it too. After she was done, his shorts were next and it came off after a minute of awkward stealth strip. Now, he could feel the prickly lace of her panties brushing against his thigh and his boxers were removed as she continued to pleasure herself.

With one of her legs bent in ninety degrees, it was easy to pull her panties lower and it was soon dangling from only one of her feet, sufficient to expose her pussy in any position he wanted. His hand roamed under her bra and started massaging those boobs, clearly smaller than his girlfriend’s. But it was better than none.

Once Ting was breathing faster, his hand moved between her legs to lift one knee up, and took over her self-pleasure with his fingers. Swiftly rubbing on her clit, his fingers were coated in a sticky goo after a few minutes and he knew it was time to satisfy the sweet looking girl. As he was beginning to finger her, Ting’s hand shifted to his groin and started jerking him off. It was a hasty and poorly done handjob, but it did what he wanted, to get it hard and ready for sex.

Bringing his body a little lower from the pillow, he flipped her free leg over his hips and adjusted her hips away from his girlfriend that was sleeping next to Ting. He carefully brought his hips closer to her pussy and her hand kept hold of his rod, guiding him into the parking space. Inch by inch, Nicholas bit his lips as his dick was forcing itself into a pussy way tighter than his girl. Finally, he succeeded in penetrating the confused girl and the next thought blocked his sexual urges.

How is he going to move without waking the rest up? Ting was awake by then and she had the same thought. It wouldn’t work if they were to remain on that soft, fluffy bed. So, she rolled herself on top of Nicholas and laid on his chest.

Ting (whispering): ‘Stand up slowly. Let’s go to the window.’

Nicholas blinked his eyes a few times in confusion, and sat himself up, while Ting held onto his neck for support. Straining his tired feet, he stood up and walked over to the window, while the walking motion made Ting slam onto his dick. It was a post-fuck preview that he knew he was going to enjoy.

Ting was placed on the ledge that was cushioned for guests to sit, making it the second most comfortable spot for a midnight quickie. She pushed Nicholas away and turned herself around on her knees. The curtains were drawn apart and the bright streetlights flooded through the narrow opening. If there was anyone awake in the opposite building, they would enjoy a free show put up by the adulterous couple.

Sticking her ass out, he invited himself into her panties-clad pussy and began ramming her. His palms that were on her butt dampen the sounds, allowing him to go as fast as he wanted. Ting, who was looking out of the windows, was used to keeping quiet during her outdoor trysts. She had no problem having sex in silence to let the others sleep in peace.

Fucking fast and quiet, it was a different feel compared to the usual loud sex Nicholas had with Wen. Ting was much smaller but knew her way to pleasure guys with her pussy. He could totally feel how she squeezed onto his dick whenever he felt like cumming, to suppress the urge so he could keep going.

After what seemed like a long time, Nicholas was asked to do her in missionary while she lay on the row of cushions. Placing his knees between her legs, his dick dipped into the juice-covered cunt and resumed pounding into her womb. The speed they went at was fast but shallow, since having less pleasure was better than waking anyone up. Ting had been climaxing ever since he got on top of her, but her climax was a docile one, only tightening of her vagina and leaking extra juices. None of that shiver or orgasmic expression told Nicholas he was doing a good job.

Going like rabbits, the clock ticked loudly in the heated corner. The both of them had no idea how long it was going to last. They weren’t performing at their best. Finally, Ting grew impatient from the discreet sex and was getting desperate for some sleep. She turned herself to place her head against the window panes and wrapped her legs around Nicholas’ waist. He knew what she was up to and pulled her up to sit close to his body. Thrusting furiously, the slapping sounds got a little too loud for comfort but they could not give a damn about it.

Nicholas kept going non-stop at the poor girl who was only awake because of the intense pleasure she felt in her pussy. About ten minutes later, Nicholas went at full speed at the almost-screaming girl until he felt his load filing up his rod. He took a step away from her and she lowered her head onto his dick, keeping the tip inside her mouth while her cheeks made a small vacuum. Her tongue went to work teasing his pee hole while her mouth slid up and down his shaft in small distance.

A few seconds later, his load flushed themselves between her pink lipstick and she sucked even harder. Swallowing at the same time, her free hand went to jerk the uncovered shaft until he had to push her away. Unoffended by his behaviour, she returned her mouth to his dick after it started shrinking and emptied whatever that was left in the barrel.

As soon as they were done, they wore their clothes back and hopped back into the bed. Cuddling for the rest of the night, they assumed their ‘friendly’ position before Wen woke up. With two hours before checkout, Wen courteously invited her friends to clear the room so the both of them could ‘clean up’. Yeah right!

The exhausted Nicholas was rode like a dying stallion by Wen, who had a ton of energy from last night’s sleep. For all three times that she made him cum, he regretted fucking Ting so late into the night, leaving him little time to recuperate. Out of the three times, the last two rounds emptied inside Wen were actually done in rage. Raping and fucking her mind out, revenge was all he thought of to summon extra strength. Although he had the luxury of fucking his girlfriend in full privacy, the only face in his mind was Ting, eyes looking at him upwards, and licking her lips as he pounded her hard.

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