Dying For Sex
ever
thanked him for sex before.
    “You’re gonna buy me boobs so I can seduce
your father? You’re like a combo of Jesus and Santa. You’re fucking
Janta Clause.” “Yes, but once you marry my father and I marry your
daughter, we probably shouldn’t have sex anymore.”
    A final drop of cum grew at the tip of his
penis. She showed it to him, then carefully licked it off like
cream from a cupcake.
    She took off her gorgeous dress to reveal a
killer body serving a life sentence for man-slutter. “I’ll strip
and give you a lap dance if you fuck the shit out of me
afterwards.” “What about our kids? They’re waiting for us at the
restaurant.” “Fuck’em. I need to get laid. And I suspect you do,
too.”
    He petted Jasmine’s pussy mound like a
kitty, and sure enough, Jasmine purred. His fingertip gently pushed
her pubes like a hairbrush. She dug her fingernails into the back
of his shirt to punish him for making her feel so good.
    Jasmine heard her mother huffing and puffing
like she was about to blow a house down. Annoyed, she kicked her
ankles up on the seat in front of her while James fucked her,
startling an older couple who apparently disapproved of sex in
public.
    Jasmine gargled the mouthful of cum to judge
its flavor. It seemed rude to spit it out, so she swallowed, vowing
to never suck an Arab prince off ever again. It tasted too tangy,
like when Panda Express pours too much sauce on their orange
chicken.
    Bob opened his eyes in shock to see his
naked daughter-in-law riding his pony to another orgasm. Then he
saw his son licking the shit out of his wife to get the taste of
cum out of his mouth.
    69-ing in micro-gravity with Earth in the
background was wonderful. He exploded so hard into her mouth that
he lost a few neurons. Jasmine tried to swallow every drop, but
several wads got away. Bob, still fucking Gina, bumped into Jasmine
who flew to the biggest constellation of cum, snapping her jaws
like a shark. Gina pushed against Bob as she stretched to gobble
one floating in the opposite direction.
    The gorgeous guide leaped into the air, then
expertly took off her clothes in mid-air. Now wearing only tiny
pink panties as her big tits floated free, she flipped over like a
swimmer reaching the end of the pool to intercept a wad of cum
before it splattered against the observation window. Three
cameramen recorded the hottie opening her mouth and engulfing the
jism with the blue Earth in the background. This would soon become
the year’s favorite screensaver.
    Their naked guide grabbed Jasmine in the
air. It was like the two finalist for Miss Nude Universe suddenly
making out. Each knew the other would taste like cum, and that
knowledge only seemed to rev up their engines as they matched speed
and angle.
    Gina floated over and spread her legs. A
liter of Bob’s cum threatened to drip out of her. “Want some more?”
Gina asked Daniela. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Oddly enough, they drifted
just out of reach. James watched them claw at each other, grasping
nothing but hot air, the scene looking increasingly bizarre. Bob
bumped his wife into the hottie, then positioned himself above them
so Gina could suck him hard again.
    The four of them looked like a twisty
pretzel in front of an Imax image of the Earth. They floated
horizontally. Jasmine licked Daniela’s clit. Daniela sucked Bob’s
cum out of Gina’s pussy, while Gina bobbed up and down on her
husband’s cock.
    “I think I’ve figured out anal.” They
scrambled out of the strap that held them together and struggled to
change their relative positions. They looked like those suicidals
who jump off of buildings, the way their arms and legs flailed in
all directions.
    Watching his wife suck his father while
floating in the air lit James up like a Christmas tree.
    “Should I stop?” Bob asked Daniela since he
only got the tip of his dick in her ass. “If you do, I’ll fucking
throw you off this rock! Fuck me hard, bitch.”
    “Who’s got the next

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