Sex du Juor: Underwear Whore

“Tonight…I am going to fuck and rump and screw you up in my underwear,” as Stian voices out the syrupy, succulent-like words to me, I am iced up still and winded; him grasping me in my beneath knee lawn-shade-like dress, I myself trembling and shuddering powerlessly and vulnerably in his unyielding grip. The initiative of him having sex with me in his underwear intrigues and enthralls and mesmerizes me completely. So, so, so, so much indeed. I marvel what style and shape of underwear he is putting on. Much less its tint and brand name. Is it as gray as his working trouser suit? With some waxeness on it—that complete whiteness of his stretched coat?

“What about I myself?” I raise to him steadily and unperturbedly. “Will I be authorized and conserted to put on my own sort of fancied underwear or what?”

“You can have on anything that you feel like. If you feel like it doing it, be fully undressed and naked.”

At a snail's pace but with conviction, Stian stirs his strikingly handsome face close to mine; his eyes reviewing and studying mine; his tattered, patchy-like breath wafting and zephyring on my skin. I love it! So, so, so, so much indeed. I know what else he is going to do to me. Kiss and snog and canoodle me suddenly but stalwartly and stoutly; and I cannot cool my heels for it to happen right away.

His lips graze and scrape over mine, his tongue butting into its way into my mouth progressively so as to thump and batter with mine as well. Yes. I am in the coming life never-ending planet right now. The Elysium or Elysian fields even. While Stian smooches and snogs me, he slithers his right hand straight into my roseate-colored panties and strokes and brushes and fingers my yoni. My God! This is so tasty and delectable. I love it. So, so, so, so very much indeed.

Stian is so close to me right now that I can feel his John Thomas go erect and rigid in his snug, comfy underwear. He is clothed in nothing but a basic pitch-black shirt and dazzling pitchy underwear that flaunts and uncovers his massive and hulking and well-built and lip-smacking seeming thighs. I myself on the other hand am in my lonesome salmon underwear and nothing else. Yes. My breasts and remainder self is this stark bare and uncovered even though it is appallingly and awfully cold and freezing. And I love it!! Yo-hoo!

Pulling out away from me for a little while, Stian Elbert snatches a jagged and prickly razor blade from the close-by table in our hefty-sized living room right next to a mammoth sleeper chaise longue with bedspreads and coverlets on it—where we are going to fall asleep only after having sex—and he uses it to slash and hack through my panties on the site where my punani or vulva hole is footed. He is so cautious and scrupulous in his feat that he does not slash or incise my vagina itself. And after completing this, with my legs wrenched apart, he prods and bashes his finger humorously and fleetingly into my vagina hole. Ahhh…I whine silently and wordlessly in sweet enjoyment and stare up at the spacious gold-like ceiling above, shutting my eyes for a transient while to be entertained and find satisfaction the concise pussy fingering. This is so sweet. Satisfyingly sweet indeed. Arghhh!

Now is my turn. As he shoves and presses on himself toward me so that the already massive and hardened cock veiled in his underwear swells and lumps out, his full-of-flavor and scrumptious thighs looking more sweetened and appetizing to touch and feel against my skin, I seize the remarkably spiky and blunted medical razor blade that he is taking hold of in his hand and then use it to slice through his abyssal, cavernous black underwear until I have unveiled and laid out to apparent view his huge, unbendable, and hoisted-up wang joystick. Goodness! It is so giant and so appetizing. I want it to bash and slap in my womb—right this instant.

Harshly and circumspectly, Stian bows and bends me down over the chaise longue, towing my legs wide apart while hauling me up so that he slots in and pops in his monster chopper and sweet schlong into me properly and satisfactorily. My! I love the ambiance and sensations its head—or crown— stirs as it trinkets and toys with the lips—or thick opening—of my cunt. Uhmmnnn! Lovalicious…

For a few minutes or five, the cranium of Stian’s vertical penis fools around and dallies about with the aperture and gateway and rift of my vulva. I love the sentiments and sugariness that rouse and stir along with such sort of movements. It is all dreamy and heavenly like. And I have my eyes sealed all the lengthy while that he does that to me. I do not want him to bring it to an ending. Not ever! 

The moment he compresses through his congealed-up dick into the inner depths of my cunt, I at once tear and split my eyes open. He then thrusts himself towards me and away from me at the same, prodding and ramming his hulking great and eye-catching thighs against me so hard and nice that I cannot help it but screech and squeal out in concentrated and deep bliss and contentment. Sex is so pleasurable and filling up.

My in-part dry as a bone vagina goes drenched and sodden from the load and freight of chalky-like cum that he hurls and loads up inside of me. It feels like sugary nectar sticking and gumming in the walls of my womb, furnishing and replenishing it well and agreeably to some great degree. Whenever he pulls out his penis slightly out of me, part of his jissom and come slips out along with it to run and surge down my heaved-up thighs that Stian himself is clutching resolutely and bearing up.