Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen.Tonight’s story is titled “On my back” . It is a lonely road and baby, I really need some lovin', I can't hold it much longer, It's getting stronger and stronger. When I get that feeling, oh sweetie, I really want that sexual healing, I need you. I want you. Come on and help with my desire… 1 finger 2 finger, circle , circle, thrust, thrust..mmm.. yes push it in…feels good baby…
Want me to milk you? I have a blowjob on my mind, always.. let’s begin..
We are both lying on our backs, in a T shape, my head on your tummy. Your hand wanders lazily over my tit: cupping it, stroking with the ball of your thumb, brushing your open palm against the nipple straining on top of its puckered pink mountain; closing your hand and squeezing until I moan.
I am idly stroking the inside of your thigh, watching your cock harden out of the corner of my eye. I'm keeping a close corner of my eye on it: last time I time I did this you fell asleep. I doubt that's going to be the case this time, but I'm not taking any chances. My fingers brush against your balls; your legs open slightly, and your hand stills for a moment, and then resumes its kneading.
I run the back of my hand gently across your cock, and am rewarded. If I turn my head, the tip of your cock will leap to the tip of my tongue; if I keep stroking your balls, and move my head, your cock will push against my lips, and I can just let it, moving my face just enough to have my lips wetted, my appetite whetted.
I reach for your hand, and put it between my open legs, holding your fingers still against my wet pussy, lifting my hips so that the pressure of your fingers gradually opens me, pushing my clit against your hand. Holding it steady with my hand, I let the head of your cock push into my mouth and close my lips round it and lick with my tongue while I feel your fingers pressing into me.
You take your hand away and flip me over onto my front, and roll on top of me. Your body presses mine into the bed as you kiss the back of my neck, and I wriggle underneath you, turning my head so you must kiss my mouth, open and panting.
You stroke your cock across the skin of my back and I shiver, and lift myself so that I can get my arm underneath me, my hand creeping down between my legs.
You sit back on your haunches behind me, pull the cheeks of my ass apart, and lower your body to mine again, your cock pressed tight and cushioned by my ass. You slide a hand under me to grope a breast, and then down to my pussy to replace mine. You grind against me, and the weight and movement of your body pushes my clit onto your fingers, and makes me squirm back against you, trapping your cock between us.
When your hand is drenched with my juices, you raise yourself off me, and take hold of your cock in the hand that is sticky and wet with me, and come all down my back, and as I feel it hit my back arches, sending it sliding all the way down my spine and pooling between my open legs.
