The voice on the phone

The phone rings. I feel my heart skip when I recognize the number. I answer, a breathless hello. He answers with a deep, dusky, Hey, it's me, like there was a doubt in my mind who was on the other end of the line.

I'm aloof, angry. He cajoles, kids and I soften. He'll always be that one who can melt the icicles.

He says my name, softly, and the yearning begins again.

Missing him

It's been a month since he left, abrupt and final. I'm cut off. No recourse. Nothing left but memories -- vivid behind my eyes -- of skin, lips, hands, body, cock and pure pleasure.

And his words.

Its late when I show up, you answer the door still half asleep, hair messed from tossing and turning, wondering if I would stop by. Your eyes light up when you see me, a giggle escapes. You pull me into the room wrapping your
arms, as well as your lips around me. Stepping back you take my hand and lead me to the bed.

As the soft light casts shadows, you slowly undress me, rushing would be much too easy, instead taking your time, kissing every inch of my skin caressing, me with your fingertips.

I stand before you naked wanting waiting and watching as you remove your panties and shirt. Pink full hard nipples brush against my stomach as you lean in to kiss me. Needing to react, I lower you onto the bed kissing you deeper, my hands and lips explore you, finding your wetness. I enter with my finger -- first one then two -- a moan, a gasp escape your lips, I must be inside you. In between your legs I find my destiny, so inviting, so perfect. I never want to leave.

Fast, slow, stopping then starting, deep and shallow. You shudder then moan, again and again. I take my time but I must cum for you. You feel it, as well as see it in my eyes and your movements rise up to meet me until my cock exploding is all that can happen. You call my name I answer with yours.. M--- oh god M---!! You smile, touching my face.

His dreams for me

As you lean forward to check your lip gloss in the mirror, you catch a glimpse of me walking into the ladies restroom. The room is empty but the dining room is full, including the person you are having dinner with.

You turn towards me, "what are you doing here?

"You mean in the restroom or at this particular restaurant," I reply.

Both is your answer.

I cross the distance quickly sweep you into my arms and bury your lips beneath mine. We are both panting by the time we pull apart. The short skirt and no panties you have for the occasion pose no problem for access.

I push you against the counter spreading your legs with mine while undoing my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I enter you with a single thrust, you are so wet there is almost no resistance. We meld together seamlessly, each one thrusts in perfect time to the others. We are running out of time and luck, someone will catch us soon.

You grab the back of my head as you explode with your orgasm, calling my name. I am getting closer, you feel me starting to swell inside you, my breath in short hot gasps against your neck. I stop turn you around and bend you over the vanity, we stare at each other in the mirror. I'm back inside you, your red hair and beautiful blue eyes, your mouth ... cum for me baby, fill me. I grab your hips slamming myself in you, the final thrust sends streams of molten cum deep inside you.

As we slow our thrusts a smile creeps across your lips. Just as I'm walking out someone walks in, startled, oops must have come into the wrong room. You adjust your lip gloss and check your hair, wondering if your salad is there yet .

When I close my eyes

Last night I dreamt that you came to my room while I slept. You stripped off your clothes and slide naked into bed next to me. Your skin was cool from the night air so you wrapped yourself around me. You kissed my neck, whispered "Michele, wake up" in my ear.

You slide you hand up my leg, over my thigh, under my panties and tickled my clit, ever so slightly. I rolled toward you, still not awake, and you slide your finger deep inside me and started rubbing. I woke with a sigh and then I came hard and wet against your hand.

You slid my panties off, then my shirt. My skin was warm and flushed both from sleep and excitement. You leaned down to kiss me and brushed your fingers down my neck, around my shoulders, across my breasts to make my nipples stand up. You bent your head and flicked them with your tongue, first one then the other, then squeezed my full breasts in your hands. By now I was very much awake and very turned on.

I pushed you onto your back and dipped beneath the covers, spreading your legs and settling between them. With my breasts brushing against your balls, I showed you much I appreciated that orgasm using my hands and tongue to stroke your dick fast and wet. I could taste your cum, ready to be release. You rocked your hips in rhythm to my strokes. Your breathing was fast. But you weren't ready to finish just yet.

You grabbed my arms and pulled me on top of you, sliding my wet, hot pussy down onto your waiting cock.

I rocked back and forth, slow and easy, taking each orgasm greedily and with great pleasure. Your laugh rumbled in my ear as I ground my hips into you again and again.

You grabbed my hips and pushed against me, urging me to go faster. When I couldn't go fast enough, you flipped me over, causing me to giggle, and grabbed my hands, pinning me to the bed. And then you fucked me. Hard, deep, fast, it took my breath away. I could hear your breath, ragged and fast in my ear, but I couldn't concentrate on anything other than the waves of sensation that started in my pussy and shot through my body. Again and again, my toes curled and my body clenched with pleasure.

And just when the tears threatened, you said my name again. I opened my eyes and you were looking down at me, brown into blue. Your eyes darkened and you came inside me, hot, fast, salty and sweet. And in that moment, you belonged only to me.

Don't stop

Every time I’m with you, I want to beg you to keep going, don’t stop. Is it wrong to tell you that everything you do sets me on fire, makes me crazy? Is it illogical to leave and want to turn around, go right back to your arms and start all over again?

Don’t stop running your hands under my shirt, even when I gasp because they are cold. Don’t stop kissing me, soft and gentle then hard, teeth digging and bruising into my lips. Don’t stop putting your hands in my hair, pulling ever so slightly to expose my throat to your kisses and nips. Whatever you do, don’t stop undressing me and trailing your fingers under my panties, around my clit, teasing me.

Don’t stop giving that magnificent feeling of penetration when you finally slide inside, tight and wet, and you sigh because it fits so nice. Don’t stop moving inside me, bringing me to orgasm again and again, making me moan and wriggle beneath you.

Don’t stop whispering my name, sucking my nipples or groaning with satisfaction when I lick and stroke your cock. Don’t stop fucking me even when you bring me to tears. I haven’t had enough of you. I can’t stop yet.

And when you run out to my car, for one last kiss, I know you don’t want to stop either.

Answer me

I'm amazed at how quickly you know me. How readily your body answers mine. Iache for you to touch me and you know right where I need you. Fast or soft, hard or gentle, you answer.

I run my hand under your shorts, feeling your long lean legs, traveling up your thigh, rubbing my finger softly over the head of your dick, feeling you twitch and rise in answer to my touch.

I slip out of my pants and ease down -- warm and wet -- onto your waiting cock. You sigh and lean into me, pressing upward, answering my urgent need to cum. I rock and ride, fast and slow, taking my pleasure as much as I want. You thrust up to meet my rhythm, watching me blush and shake, taking your own pleasure in making me shiver.

When your own need becomes too much, you roll me over, spread my legs and thrust deep and fast inside me, filling me up with all I can take. Over and over again, you make me cum.

And when I can't take it anymore, I call out your name and you answer, shooting rich, hot cum inside me, satisfying my desire to possess some small part of you.

As our bodies slow, rock quietly together, you kiss me softly, answer my tongue with your own. Then you smile and promise to come when I call tomorrow.

Crazy

I am crazy from wanting you. I want to feel your breath in my ear when you whisper your desire. Your hands on my breasts, squeezing, rubbing, then squeezing again. Your earlobe between my teeth as I nip the sensitive, soft skin. Your tongue in my mouth, frantic and hot.

I want you to undress me slowly, peeling the clothes from my body, running your hands over my skin, feeling every inch of me until I can't wait anymore.

Slide your finger into my silky wetness, feel my desire, slick and ready for you. Take me, rough and deep, make me gasp with pleasure and pain. You drive me to the edge again and again. I cry out with each rolling orgasm, my face flushes and my body shakes.

But I want something else. I want to see your eyes darken with pleasure, hear you moan with release. I want your orgasm. And next time I won't let you leave until I have it.

Appetite

Absence makes the pussy grown fonder.

I miss your fast, hot loving -- your hard, long dick sliding inside me and pumping me full of juice. I miss your cock in my mouth, the taste of your hot cum running down my throat.

I worry. Even though I'd prefer to be with you again, if you are gone too long, I will have to find my diversions elsewhere. Will I get so lucky next time? Will I find a lover who's smart, handsome and as fuckable as you?

My appetite is growing. I need some fast, hot fucking. Where are you, fuck buddy? I will need to eat again soon.

Pleasure begins

Some would say that pleasure begins and ends with orgasm. I would argue that it begins with that first touch after a long absence.

Pleasure is the tingle I feel as my pussy contracts when I hear his voice on the phone. He pleases me when I walk to his door and he smiles wide and generous, happy to see me -- eager to please me.

It's pleasure I feel when he grabs my waist and smiles at me before he leans in to kiss my mouth. Pleasure is his hands running up under my shirt to find my breasts.

There's a pleasing resonance in the clinking of my buckle when he unbuckles my belt and pushes my pants to the floor.

And then there are his fingers. Oh, but I am a girl in love with my g-spot, the pleasure button of the sweet, pink center.

I am always pleased to push him down on a chair or the couch, push myself between his legs and take his dick in my mouth and hands.

It's a pleasure to make him cum, to feel his legs shake as he gets closer and closer to orgasm, to hear that ragged catch in his breathing at the intensity builds.

And if it pleases him, he can cum on my face, in my mouth, in my pussy or on my ass -- and I'll lick it off, with pleasure.

Masturbation imagination

If I close my eyes, I can see you walking up the front steps. You open the screen door and scoop me up in your arms and hold me tight. You smell like sunshine and fresh air.

You lean down to kiss me, your tongue is hot and heavy in my mouth. Your hands slide under my shirt against my skin, under my bra and you squeeze my nipples ... hard.

We sink to the floor and you pull my pants open and find me slick and eager for your touch. Slide your fingers in and I start to cum almost immediately. You bite my neck as I orgasm into your hand, the pain and pleasure intermingle making my orgasm deep and intense.

Pull down your pants and in one swift movement you are inside me. I have missed you there, deep inside where it's just you and me.

You fuck me hard and strong, pushing me over and over as I twist and cum beneath you. I feel your breath quick and wet on my neck. You moan from the intense pleasure and your dick throbs, wanting the release.

I look up into your eyes and you lean in to kiss me just as your start to spew inside me.

This is what I see when I masturbate to you.

Longing for my lover

I miss my lover's hands, and the way he slides them over my skin. Down my ribs, over my hip and back up again. I want to feel his fingers digging into my ass as he pulls me closer to him, pushing his hard dick deeper inside me.

I miss my lover's lips. Soft and tender on my mouth. Slow and easy on my throat. I want to feel his lips and tongue caressing my clit, shove his face into my pussy as he licks and strokes me over and over until I cum in his mouth.

I miss my lover's dick. Long, hard and always eager. I want to taste it, rub my tongue around the ring of his head, slide down his shaft and suckle him until he finally lets go and spurts hot sweet cum into my face.

I miss my lover's body, the smell of his skin, the rhythm of his fast breath, the quick beat of his heart, the thrusting of his pelvis. I miss the orgasms I know he will give me, and I look forward to seeing him very soon.

Senses

My lover's prescence arouses my senses, I ache for him to touch me. I reach for him, grab his ass through his jeans. He smiles at me as he leans down to kiss my mouth, tongue wraps around mine.

Touch my lover's face, rub his stubble feeling that roughness on my palm. I push him onto the couch, grab his hardness that is waiting for me.

I unbuckle his jeans, slide my hand between his skin and cloth. I want him, I want his taste in my mouth. Smell his pubic hair as I grab his rigid, throbbing dick in my hand. He wants me, I taste his want.

My tonuge licks his ridge, my hands stroke his dick and rubs his balls. He moans my name and buries his hand in my hair. He swells as his desire increases. He spurts into my mouth and I pump him until he's satisfied.

I can smell his cum on my hand long after he leaves. I still throb for him.

For the love of fucking

The word marathon is often used in the context of a race -- an event or activity that requires prolonged effort or endurance. It is hardly used in the context of fucking.

Don't get me wrong, I love to fuck. I love everything about it: the first kiss, frantic stripping of clothes, naked ass cheek in my hand, falling on the bed and that sweet feeling of penetration. I love the smells, sounds and orgasms. I love the sweat and heavy breathing, and the inevitable climax.

Before today, I would have pined for the chance to have a marathon fuck session. Before today, my marthon fuck sessions were having multiple encounters in the same day. Until today...

Today my sexy new doctor fucked me for an hour and a half -- straight.

He had me in every position, at least once. He tasted me and I tasted him. I eventually lost track of my orgasms. At one point, I climaxed so hard and so many times, I cried from the sheer pleasure of it all.

He is the zen master of controlling his orgasm. Throughout this entire time, he did not cum. He did not stop because he was going to cum, he did not pause in one stroke for fear of cumming too soon. He simply fucked me until I was satisfied.

And when I was sucking him off, he decided to fuck me again and finally came after I begged him to.

My pussy is still singing from the attention. And when he called later, all I wanted was for him to come over and fuck me again.

He may be my new addiction.

The doctor and I

I have ventured into an unexplored area -- online cheating. My previous lovers I met at my place of business. But I met my handsome doctor through a Web site created specifically for people like us -- lookers. I was looking for fun, he was looking for sex, what a perfect match?

His first kiss was sweet like honey, soft and gentle. I rammed my tongue in his mouth and he responded in kind.

He pushed me up against the wall and I could feel his long, hard dick grinding in all the wet places. I wrapped my leg around his waist so I could feel the full length of him.

His fingers found their way into my panties and slipped into the wetness. I started to cum almost immediately, I had been wanting him for a while.

He whispers in my ear things like, "Your pussy is awesome," and "God, you're so sexy."

But it was when he stepped back, set me down on the table and whispered, "I have to be inside you," then I knew I was a goner. Nothing turns me on more than being wanted. And not just horny want -- want that is so overwhelming there are no other options, he HAD to have me then and there.

I spread my legs, invited him in and it was a perfect fit.

My breath is ragged and heavy as he pounds my pussy over and over again. He's so deep, it almost hurts, but it feels too good to stop.

I orgasm for him a few more times before he cums for me. He's quiet when he lets go, just a sigh to let me know. We must be quiet, because where else do you fuck a doctor, but in the doctor's office.

I grab his ass and pull him in one last time before I go.

I float out of his office, light and relaxed. I will be making another appointment soon.

Sweetness

From the moment I feel that hard dick through your pants, I want to taste you. I want to bury my face in your lap and smell your thick sex smell.

Pull down your pants so I can see the semen glistening on the head of your dick. I want to rub my fingers over and around it, squeezing the head, making your cock jump in my hands in anticipation.

Spread your legs so I can sit in between them and grab your ass while I go down on you. Spread them wide so I can fondle your balls and lick you on all sides.

I take off my bra so my tits rub your balls as I start to suck you. Slow and soft at first, over the head and down the shaft. I want to tease your cock, make you ooze cum so I can lick it off.

Round and round your dick I stroke you with my tongue, tasting you, relishing your hardness and the feel of your hands in my hair.

Push down on my head and shove that gorgeous dick to the back of my throat. All the way down baby, I can suck you from top to bottom.

I can feel you start to throb as I bounce up and down your shaft. I know you’re going to cum for me. I’m going to make you cum for me.

Your head starts to swell as you get close to blowing your wad. I stroke faster, I want it to feel good. Your dick goes stiff and starts pumping, and you arch your back as you release your load in my mouth. I lean back a little and let your jizz soak my face. You smell as sweet as you taste!

You lean back, spent and feeling good. Open your eyes and see me smiling at you as I lick your sweetness off my face.

Heat

It’s summertime. The house is warm, but a cool breeze blows in through the open windows. It smells like dried hay, fresh and a little sweet.

I’m wearing a tee shirt and a pair of those thin cotton pants. No shoes. Pink toenails. Cutting up something to eat at the counter.

You come in the kitchen door from outside, you’re a little out of breath, sweaty, eyes bright. You steal up behind me and lean against me, forcing me to arch my back against you.You smell warm and salty. I close my eyes and breathe you in.

Your hand finds it way down my belly, under my pants, pushes my panties aside. You tickle my pussy lips – teasing me just a bit. I lean back a little further, spread my legs. I’m already wet for you.

You slide your fingers in, stroke me quick and soft. My breath catches in my throat, then I relax into the pleasure – sigh your name.

The door slams behind us. You pull your hand free, turn around to greet your friend. I go back to chopping my vegetables.

You grab my hand and whisper in my ear, “Come back to the bedroom with me.” You smile. Why would I ever say no to you?“

We’ll be right back.” Conspiratorial grin and a wink.

You kiss my neck and ears as we walk down the hall. Close the bedroom door and pull me close to you. You kiss me deep and long, and I wrap my arms and legs around you.

Turn me around, I put my hand on the bed and you pull my pants and panties down around my ankles. “Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees,” you say. “Face in the pillow.”

I’m dripping in anticipation for what comes next. I hear your zipper, pants fall, belt and change jingle in your pocket. I feel the bed shift as you climb up behind me.

It’s quiet, then I feel the sweet sensation of your tongue running around my clitoris. Back and forth, A, B, C, D… I moan as the orgasm starts to build and swell.

Your finger finds its way into my dripping cunt and start stroking me hard and fast. I start to rock against you, cumming hard. I clinch my pussy around your fingers. You pull your fingers away, leaving me panting in the pillow.

Pushing my head down into the bed, you ram your rock hard cock into me as hard as you can – slamming into my pussy over and over again. Your balls slap my ass as your rock me over and over again.

The pain and pleasure intermingle as I contract and cum all over your dick. My eyes squeeze out tears and I bite down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as I orgasm over and over again.

I feel your dick start to swell and you start fucking me faster and faster. The motion is swift and merciless. Your cum spews up inside me, hot, hot, hot.

You pump me once, twice, three times. And then you’re gone.

I hear the jingle of your pants as you pull them up. The zipper slides. The door opens and closes behind you. There is a pleasant murmur as you greet your friend.

I relax down on the bed, cum covers my thighs and my thatch. I rest until I catch my breath. My pussy is tender and sings from the pleasure.

I smile, thinking about what you’ll do to me later.

It starts with a kiss

These moments always seem to start with a kiss. You lean toward me, a smile playing on your lips, and look up at me with those beautiful eyes. How can I resist?

I lean toward you and brush your lips with mine. We kiss again, and my tongue brushes against your top lip, begging to be let in.

In a rush you grab my head, pushing your tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep and hard, just the way I like it.

Still kissing me, your hand finds my breasts and pulls at my nipples through my shirt. Unsatisfied, you slide your hand under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way, to touch my breast.

Wanting more, we move to the back of the van where we can explore each other more comfortably. We're kissing feverishly. I cannot taste you enough.

You expertly undo my pants and work them down around my hips so you can feel how wet I am. All for you.

The heat between us is reaching a fevered pitch. I climb into your lap,rubbing against your dick, which is rock hard. We rock back and forth,grinding against each other.

You pull up my shirt and bra, grabbing both my breasts in your hands, licking and sucking my nipples. I almost can't stand it now. I want to feel you inside me.

I sit next to you and pull my jeans and panties off. I undo you belt and release your wet, hard dick from your pants. I straddle you and you slip inside me. It's so hot and wet.

With my feet, I start pushing against you, feeling you inside me. We start rocking back and forth, hard and faster. I can feel your dick swell as you get ready to cum. Harder and faster we rock together, until you can't take it anymore. I feel your hot cum inside me and I orgasm over and over.

Can we do it again?

We're sitting in the deepening gloom in the back seat. My legs draped over you, we cuddle to keep warm as the car starts to cool in the night air.

You arm around me, I settle in to tell you a story. You lean down and kiss me ever so softly on my neck, then you swirl your tongue in my ear. Your breath is hot on my neck. I turn toward you and kiss your soft lips, biting you slightly. You react instantly, kissing me long and deep.

You pull me on to your lap and I wrap my legs around you, pushing against your hard dick. Rubbing and rubbing, I grind into you. I am so wet, you can feel my hotness through my pants. I plunge my tongue into your mouth, fucking you with my tongue, grinding against your dick. You are so horny, you pull my shirt and bra up and grab both my breasts with your hands. You squeeze my nipples and suck them, switching from one to another. You pull me against you, thrusting your hips.

I can't take the teasing any longer and sit next to you so I can take off my pants and wet panties. I lay back and you slide your fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes me moan and say your name, over and over. I want you inside me, I want to feel you thrusting your dick inside me soo bad.

Finally, you take off your pants and I can feel your desire, hot and sticky. You slip your dick into my wet pussy and start stroking, slowly at first. It feels so good, you go deep, deep inside me.

I can feel my orgasm starting to build. Harder, harder, you fuck me. I can't stand it, I moan and grind my hips. You pull me close to you, my naked breasts press against your hot skin. I can feel you start to swell as you get ready to cum. My body is hot, and suddenly I cum so hard, I cry out against your chest. My pussy throbs with pleasure. It feels so good, it almost hurts.

Soon after, you explode, ramming against me as you cum, hard. Your throbbing dick makes me cum again, and again. My legs shake, God it feels so good.

As you lay on top of me, inside of me, my pussy purrs with satisfaction.

Can we do it again?

The first time .. again

The words of lovemaking are almost as sexy as the act itself – anticipation, desire, arousal, cunninglingus, penetration, orgasm. The words of adultery – secrecy, hiding, desperate, needy, scared.

Our first time together was as seedy as it was magical. He stripped the comforter off of our budget rate hotel room bed for fear of the germs and bugs which might infest it. The discolored sheets held little promise.

I was so nervous, I wouldn’t sit on the bed or near him. I curled myself into a ball in a worn chair, hoping he would break the tension.

We chatted about this and that. He stretched out and the urge to touch him overwhelmed me.

He kissed me and stroked me into submission. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he stripped away my clothes piece by piece. Naked and waiting, he slid his fingers inside me and made me orgasm over and over again. How could I not love someone who gave me so much pleasure? We were made to fit each other.

He entered me like we’d been doing it our whole lives. He was a fast fucker, ramming me into silliness. I almost laughed at how fast he drove his message home. He was incredible.

God, he was so good and pure then. His eyes clear and boundless, dark brown. He smiled easily, laughed sunnily and kissed like a god.

A note for me

M---...please...you're the greatest thing to every touch my soul. I need your sexy filthy naughty cum filled mouth to speak the tells of our love. I need you to whisper things no other woman dare dream of speaking let alone doing to me...my penis aches for your touch....but can only survive hearing what you would do to it if you had the chance....therefore I have to please myself thinking of how you would please me.

I ache for your touch...my heart skips when I read your words....oh...oh...oh...my dick grows hard in my pants...wanting to cum out and let you do that evil magic you do with that nasty, wicked, loving, hot fucking tongue you have.

Oh you tell me "I have a rule...everyone has to cum....and that is when I start to rub. My hands explore your beautiful curves. I begin to get brave and start to touch your love spot over your already wet panties...how did your pants get off...shit, it's fantasty deal with it....you know me always finding humor at a time like this....no, no, no...don't make me laugh you know what will happen..please.

I raise your panties and my hand explores your wet, soft pubic hair. I sense your legs opening up to let me in. I hear your breathing getting heavy. I can almost hear you telling me....please please...G--- make me cum...make me the happiest person on this planet. Then I find that area that no other woman on this earth has....you're always wet...always hot...always willing to let me touch your soul.

I put in one finger and you let out a sigh...I put in two and know this is the begining of something we share together...that no one knows about....they may know we have something but they have never never never seen, heard, felt...what we have felt...what we have together that wonderful moment when I look into your eyes and you tell me I love you and we can NEVER leave each other....you say this without speaking a word...we both know....I make you feel the best you have ever felt in your life...and you make me feel the same.....the best I've ever felt.

I feel you quiver. I feel you pumping against my hand....oh, the warmth...the smell...the pure sex in the air...it almost makes me cum....you tell me....fuck me hard. I take off your panties as you claw away my pants and let my show you my rock hard cock...ready to pound you and fill you with the warm cum I oh so love to give you. I pick you up and grab that wonderful ass of yours...yes the one you hate at times....but I always will love....the soft skin....the wonderful curves...you grab my penis and pull it towards your love canal...the magic moment begins with penatration......we both let out sighs....we both know this is perfect..we fit...we are one.

I start out slow...you grab my shoulders and balance yourself...knowing at any moment you will lose consciences with mutiple organisms like you have never felt....you begin to claw my back. I start pumping you harder...deeper...faster.. My dick begins to swell with anticipation of that magic moment....the beautiful all knowing moment....but NO I stop....realizing I want more I pull out and flip you around.

I open that wonderful ass and already wet from your pussy juice I slide my cock head into your ass...you know the pervert inside of you loves getting ass raped by me....I slide my cock into you brown hole and I sense a mind blowing organism building in my cock.....I begin to pump faster as your asshole begins to open and close around my rod....oh...the pleasure...my hands now reach around and one going high for those huge ....wonderful...full...tits of yours and the other finds its way back into your pussy. We both realize the pleasure of this scene....my fucking you in the ass...as I finger fuck your pussy.

I pull on one nipple in a hard way...but a good way........just when we I think I going to blow.....you tell me in that voice...that sexy...quiet....voice...then one I ALWAYS listen to....stop...let me pleasure you.....then you turn....kiss me like nothing I have ever had....your tongue is hot....and quick....as we kiss you grab my ass and make sure we are centered again and then you go down......wanting to taste your pussy juice, my semen....and your beautiful asshole...you take my dick into your mouth...not slow and hesitiate...but as a professional knowing exactly what to do. I love that about you. You start up and down...like a pro at halloween bobing for apples......you sense my cock building pressure. I want it and you want it back in your pussy.

I split your hot lips again with my ramming cock....and we fuck like animals....fast...furious...the motion is crazy....we both have no idea where the fuck we are at....no sense of time...no sense of what is going to happen. We are fucking and both knowing that there is nothing else on this planet either of us want to do...but to make sure both of us cum so hard......at that moment...like we had this plan, of course we didn't, we look up at each other and our eyes open.......as I explode in you.....and you explode on my nuts....that pussy juice runs down my balls. My semen fills your love hole......god.....you have such beautiful eyes......I've always loved those wonderful....always tellings.....eyes....and right now they are telling me......CAN WE FUCK AGAIN!!!