Excerpt from Bella Soup Part 2
She took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she stepped closer to him, her heart pounding at a rapid tempo. A cool, gentle breeze from the room HVAC vents blew against her skin, teasing her senses and heightening her awareness of her own body. The mix of temperature, excitement, and nervousness coursed through her veins, her skin prickling with goosebumps, making her body shiver with desire. Her erect nipples stood at attention, yearning for his touch, their pink tips begging to be caressed and worshipped.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and seductive. She obeyed, submitting to his will, as she faced him with her back arched, presenting herself to him. He took a moment to admire her beauty, his eyes traveling slowly over her body, drinking in the sight of her. He let out a slow, appreciative growl as he lifted her fuchsia satin short half slip, his eyes lingering on her well-trimmed bush. He appreciated a well-groomed pussy, despite the hindrance of getting his tongue to the right spot.
“Come closer,” he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper, a hypnotic command that sent shivers down Bella’s spine. As she inched nearer, she felt the intensity of his presence, her body aching for the connection only she could provide. He obliged her desire, his hands gliding over her curves with a reverence that spoke of the passion he promised. He gave gentle kisses to her waist and slowly descended to her inner thigh. The air was heavy with anticipation as their bodies nearly touched, each breath a promise of true intimacy. Now, she had him.
As Bella stepped into his personal space, she paused. With a mischievous glance, she grabbed the back of his shaved head and used the scruff of his neck to pull him into her very wet vagina. The scent of her arousal filled the air as she pressed his head into her, her unoccupied hands exploring his muscles and contours.
He smelled her essence and slowly moved his hands behind her ass and roughly pulled her further towards him as if he couldn’t get enough. She started to position herself to straddle her right leg over his shoulder. He shook his head, and Alexei settled his hands on her hips, his fingers digging gently into her flesh as he guided her downward. “Lower,” he urged, his breath hot against her skin.
Bella hesitated; her uncertainty matched her inexperience, etched across her delicate, petite features as she knelt before him, her small, dainty hand hovering inches from his manhood. She wavered, unsure how to proceed. With a nonchalant gesture, Alexei opened his robe, revealing his chiseled chest and abdomen, the muscles rippling with each breath. She showed her innermost fears and fantasies as she caught her breath.
He slid off his shorts, his erect cock springing free, standing at attention, throbbing with the insatiable desire to be worshiped. While not the largest she had seen in adult films, he was much larger than any of her boyfriends. The girth of his penis was substantial and intimidating, its width promising to challenge her tiny mouth. Mentally, she prepared to envelop him from tip to over the bulb, just as wide as she would for her dental cleanings; her determination grew with each passing moment.
Bella froze, her expression faltering into a confused grimace, her mind reeling with uncertainty and doubt. The sight of his engorged cock, the veins prominently pulsing and throbbing just below the bulbous head, was both intimidating and exhilarating, a symbol of the raw power of his desire for her. She reached out and, with newfound confidence, wrapped her hand around his shaft, exhaling a deep breath and releasing a soft sigh of relief.
Excerpt from Grace & Aisha Soup Part 3
“Sit,” ordered Grace, pointing to the chair beside the bed. Grace aggressively walked up to Bear. “I want you.” Her eyes were like bullets into his eyes. She started gyrating over his pants, holding his head down towards her breasts. He grabbed her ass and started licking over her nipples.
“Suck man, suck!” He sucked for a bit, periodically licking and getting some air. Soon, he decided he would try to nibble.
“Ohhhhh, bite that nipple. ” Grace yelled.
Bear said, “Stand here and put your leg up on the bed.”
Grace was startled. “What the fuck?”
“I said put your leg up here now!” Lightning flashed in Bear’s eyes.
Grace nervously complied.
Bear spit and then licked his curled fingers, pooling the saliva in his palm. He took his other hand, grabbed her by the neck, and brought his wet hand with curled fingers between her legs. Bear gently ran his fingers along Grace’s inner labia, feeling them quiver and swell with desire. He could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy lips slick with arousal. He rubbed his fingers against her clitoris, causing it to swell and throb. Grace’s breathing quickened, her hips instinctively bucking up to meet his touch.
He then slowly pressed one finger into her entrance, feeling her tight, warm walls grasp at him as he pushed deeper. He began to move his finger in and out, occasionally rubbing her G-spot, causing Grace to moan with pleasure. He continued this rhythm, varying the pressure and speed to heighten Grace’s arousal until she was writhing beneath him, her pussy clenching his fingers with every stroke.
Grace had never experienced such intense sensations before. As many men as she had made love to and had incredible sex with, she had never known such ecstasy. Her body trembled, her nails digging into the edge of a blanket she held. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, each movement bringing her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, telling the entire story of her newfound pleasure and desire. She had never felt this way before and knew she never wanted it to end.
Grace’s pussy tightened around his fingers, her walls convulsing with each thrust. Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his rhythm, as she neared her climax. She could feel the building pressure, the tingling sensation spreading throughout her body as her orgasm approached. Finally, with a loud moan, she succumbed to the intense pleasure, her pussy clenching his fingers, her body trembling with waves of ecstasy, liquid spraying everywhere.
Excerpt from Aisha & Grace Soup Part 3
Just then, Aisha entered the room, her gaze sweeping over Grace, taking in her disheveled appearance and tear-streaked face. She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “I’m impressed,” she said, her tone light but her eyes curious.
“Come here, Aisha. Lick my balls!” Bear quickly disrobed. This was what he was waiting for. He laid down on the bed, legs spread. his arm was still dripping wet from Grace.
Aisha looked over at Grace and motioned for her to go to the kitchen to make the cannabutter. Grace slipped her clothes on and went to the kitchen.
Aisha bent over Bear’s spread-eagle body, his rock-hard cock firmly in her hand. The pungent smell of his arousal and sweat wafted up to her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her face in disgust. However, she knew the importance of pleasuring him and continued despite her revulsion.
Slowly, she licked the bottom of his shaft, her tongue circling the base, trying to ignore the malodorous odor that seemed to permeate every inch of him. She teased him and feigned pleasure with whimpers and sensual sighs, masking her true feelings. As she went up and down, down and up, she could feel the pulsating veins beneath her fingertips and the warm, sticky pre-cum oozing from the tip, coating her hand.
Despite herself, Aisha found her face becoming flush with arousal, her body betraying her mind’s objections. But as she stood up, a mischievous glint in her eyes, she couldn’t help but let the truth slip out, “You stink, you motherfucker; we need to take a shower now!”
“Do you have a shower or bath here?” Aisha asked with serious intent.
“Yes. Do I smell?”
Aisha nodded feverishly.
She grabbed his hand and asked, “Where to?”
Grace, in the kitchen, could hear them reaching the bathroom. She heard the water running and Aisha’s screams as she came multiple times. The floor reverberated with each thrust of his cock, the force from the slamming producing a simultaneous clap and groan of joy, her moans echoing off the shower walls. She cried out in pleasure, her body trembling with each deep stroke.
Once Grace finished making the cannabutter, she went to the shower. Walking through the bedroom, she noticed the scratch marks with bloody trails still fresh on Bear’s shoulder and neck from where Aisha had dug her nails. The bed was wet from Grace’s earlier explosive orgasm, the sheets still damp with her excitement.
Aisha was sitting on his face, eyes shut in ecstasy, dripping with desire. His tongue lingered inside her, lapping up her sweet juices as he savored her taste. A small amount of missed fluid remained on his stomach, a testament to her skill and passion. The two were lost in their own world, oblivious to Grace’s presence as she passed.
