Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 6

After a few minutes, she pushed his hand away. Sweat stood in beads on her forehead, in the fine hairs of her eyebrows. Her breasts had grown slick, and Stan felt them up, sliding his hand over them, relishing the silky feel. "You're not done," he stated in a flat voice. He knew what her orgasms looked and felt like and she hadn't had one. Why was she stopping him.

"No, not yet, but..." She bit her lower lip, flicked her eyes to his face then away.

"What mom, er Beth, just tell me. Anything." He knew she wanted something but was nervous to ask.

"Would you," again she paused, and frustration bubbled up in Stan. He pushed it down, calmed himself. "With your hand." Her eyes flicked down to her crotch.

"I was." Stan was confused.

"I mean, inside."

her juices, the roughness of her pubic hair, the softness of her slick vagina to feed a perpetual stream of fantasy images. Now she

such an understatement of the sensations rocketing through his cock. It was pressing so hard in his pants he was certain it was going to tear through the material. Struggling to keep his hands from shaking, he undid the button of her trousers, loosened the fly then slid

legs spread wider. Her hips moved, encouraging his fingers to find

lead to her working on him until he ejaculated, he wanted this session to last longer. The feel of her pussy, the heat, the slick, was so erotic, he didn't want it to end too quick. He wanted to savor this like a perfect steak,

to reduce her stimulation, hopefully. She wiggled her butt over and Stan surmised she was searching for maximum effect. Whatever, she was getting hot down there. He slid his fingers in and out, slow, deep, feeling the muscles of her vagina grip at him. It felt like it was trying to draw his hand in, eat him up. That gave him an idea. Propped as he

I don't think that

she wouldn't feel pressured. "You've seen me naked enough. I'm not certain why you

you're doing." Using one hand, she encouraged him

it'll be better for you, like when I finally took my pants

She scrunched her face, placed a hand over her crotch as though blocking

from him, twisting to the side, she pulled herself off his hand. He held that hand up, rubbing his fingers. "See how

be ok if you remove my pants, just