1. The Island, Chapter 8

    Date: 6/19/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Lactation, Straight Sex, Masturbation, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Teen, Voyeur, Author: Paperbackwriter, Source: sexstories.com

    lighter than the rest of her, with twin dimples at the top where it met her torso. Her hips rocked back and forth as she stepped down into the water. Thankfully it was only knee deep, and to my everlasting gratitude she turned back toward me, unpinning and shaking out her rich mane of dark hair. She squatted in the water, giving me a brief glimpse of the darker inner lips hiding in her cleft, and dipped her head in the water. She thoroughly wet her hair, then splashed the cool water all over her divine form. She stood back up, flinging her hair back over her head like a music video vixen. I shoved my shorts off blindly, my hand finding my rigid cock and stroking it firmly, never taking my eyes off this bathing beauty. As I pumped my swollen member, she leaned forward to reach her shampoo. Resuming her singing, she began lathering up her hair, leaning back such that the sun gleamed on her naked young body. Her teen tits wiggled fetchingly as she scrubbed her hair, leaving the soapy mass piled upon her head. Picking up the bar of soap, she washed her face, quickly rinsing it off, then lathered up her chest, stroking soapy fingers over those young breasts, the stiff peaks of her areolae springing from under her hands as they passed. I would have given my left nut, currently bouncing around in my hanging scrotum as I jerked off, to be reborn as that bar of soap. Yasmine raised her right arm in a delicate motion that resembled an X-rated ballerina, and caressed one smooth armpit ... with her soapy left hand. Once she had worked up a lather, she trailed the hand down her arm, leaving a trail of bubbles. She worked them into her dark skin, then repeated the process with the other arm. Stroking those taut mounds once more ( Oh, I bet that feels soooo good ! my mind moaned) she began soaping her flat belly. She then scrubbed her back, thrusting her lightly jiggling tits at me as she strained to reach the middle. My dick was dripping as we approached the main event. She worked up some bubbles in her hands with the soap, and pressed the lucky lather to her pussy. She worked it into the hair, first, then slowly into the folds of her feminine flower. I watched those delicate hills and valleys pressed from side to side, caressed by her tender fingers as she cleaned her divine divot. Reaching around behind, she repeated the process with her ass, stroking soapy fingers along the tight crack between her cheeks and massaging her asshole perhaps a little longer than absolutely necessary. I had to restrain myself from leaping into the water with her and licking those fingers, settling instead for doubling the speed with which I was yanking on my aching cock. She finished her bath by bending over and washing those long, smooth legs, then lying back in the water so that only her mouth, nose, and nipples broke the surface. Vigorously washing the bubbles out of her hair, she ran her hands once more over that glorious body to remove the soap and stood up again. She twisted ...