Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 3

As he continued to work his cock, Laura found herself getting more and more turned on. This was the first real penis she'd ever seen. It was the first one she'd ever touched. Her forwardness was even surprising her. But her recent discovery of self-gratification had unlocked some hidden well of unknown desires. She wanted Chris. She wanted him as badly as she'd ever wanted anything before.

Unseen by him, one of her hands slid down between her and the bed and disappeared into her jeans again. As she rubbed her clit, just as her friend had told her, she matched the pace of his pumping hand. She noticed the tip of his cock was getting redder, and the veins running up the shaft began to bulge. She wondered if that meant he was getting close.

She told him, "Tell me when you're close."

His head was back on the bed and he was staring straight up at the ceiling. His eyes might have been closed. She couldn't tell from her position. All she could see was his rock hard dick between his legs. More liquid appeared at the tip. She reached up and smeared it along his cock's ridge.

He groaned loudly. "I'm close." His breathing was quick and shallow.

There, she found his free hand and took it in hers. The connection of their hands was like a hundred bolts of lightening coursing through her veins, each of them

he felt them tighten, his juices boiling up. He looked down at his stepsister

gotten so caught up in her own approaching orgasm, she'd had her face buried in the pillow and wasn't even watching Chris. When he squeezed her hand, Laura felt an overwhelming urge take control of her. Before she realized what had happened, she'd pulled herself up, opened her mouth, held out her tongue, and pressed it flat against the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. A shudder swept through his

"Holy shit, Laura...!"

moved out of the way, three ribbons of cum shot out of his dick and up onto his chest. She bit down on her quivering bottom lip, eyes glued to his cock as it continued to spurt,

body did the same. She froze between his legs, eyes closed and fluttering, lips pursed tightly together until finally she relaxed, the hand between her legs coming up to take hold of his shaft and gently stroke it. She did

Reveling in the moment. It was so tranquil. Finally, Chris let out a deep breath. "We

look in her eyes warmed his insides, and he half

proceeded to clean up the mess of spunk that was still on his chest. He told her he could do that, but she insisted. "You did this for me." She stroked his cheek with her hand,