Housewarming Gift
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Housewarming: Me On A Plate free porn video
After a day that seems to drag on forever, Ms. E runs to her car and speeds over to MK’s as soon after quitting time as she can. She parks behind his car and empty trailer. Peering in a front window, Ms. E sees a small table, two chairs and a candle in the middle of what she assumes to be the dining room. MK enters her view from the side, arms filled with plates, silverware, napkins and glasses. He sees Ms. E’s smile framed in the window pane. A similar expression spreads across his face. He hustles to the front door and opens it.
“Hey, Sweet Beauty, come on in.”
She jumps into MK’s arms. Mo barks and circles around the hugging couple. “You made it! You made it. Hi, Mo, yes you made it too. Welcome to LA, you guys. I didn’t think I was going to make it through these last couple of weeks. I am so excited. You’re actually here. Yay!”
After extended moments of passion-filled hugs and kisses, Ms. E strolls around MK’s new digs. “I like it, I like it a lot.” With a finger poised on her bottom lip, she takes in his living room. “You can put a couch against this wall, your TV over here, a nice chair in that corner: lots of possibilities, MK.”
She peruses the rest of the downstairs loving the size of the kitchen, the hardwood floors and the open space brimming with light then works her way past stacks of boxes upstairs to the two bedrooms. “This one has to be the master…is that what you’re thinking?”
“I am, Ms. E. It’s a little bigger, nice light and it faces towards the ocean.”
“Ooh, I like the big closets… Very good, MK.”
They move to the other bedroom. “What are you going to do here?”
“I thought I’d make it a combination guest room and office. I’ll put a queen bed against that wall and my desk by the window so I can stare outside when I’m supposed to be writing.”
“So where’s my room?” Ms. E offers a coquettish smile. MK melts at the possibility of her presence warming his new home.
“Wherever you want it.” He walks towards her, pulls her close and shares a prolonged kiss with this beautiful woman he adores. “I’m also thinking about having my office in that small room downstairs.”
“I think that’s a better idea, MK. You don’t want to have to invade a guest’s space when you’re feeling the urge to write.”
“You’re suggesting I save the upstairs for urges other than literary ones.”
“I’m suggesting you might not want to mix the two except when it comes to writing stories about urges.”
“Such a wise woman, Ms. E, let me satisfy some of your urgent desires at the dining room table so that we might address others after the feast I’ve prepared for you.”
“You’re showing me something, MK. You know my soft spots.”
“The mere mention of your soft spots makes me want to sample a little dessert upstairs before we engage in the main dish.”
“I thought I was your main dish.”
“My main dish, my dessert, my late-night snack, you’re all of it, Ms. E. Let me spoil you with some home cooking.”
They make their way back downstairs. Ms. E freshens up in the half bathroom. MK lays out a fresh pear, blue cheese and walnut salad. A bottle of bubbly and two champagne flutes complete the table. He waits for Ms. E’s return, uncorking the champagne when the bathroom door opens. Ms. E, adorned in red heels, a short sheer light blue cover, a white thong and matching lace top dances towards him. The champagne cork pops loudly and explodes toward the ceiling. Bubbles run onto MK’s hand. Ms. E reaches for his afflicted appendage and licks it clean. She pushes him back until he sits in one of two open chairs. Untying a ribbon that secures her wrap, she unleashes her breasts and grazes her erect nipples across MK’s lips. He reaches to hold them but she pushes his hands back. Instead, Ms. E stands before him and feeds her breasts to his open, stunned mouth.
Outside, an SUV eases past MK’s cottage. The driver slows down, pulls to the side across from the curtain-less front window and parks her vehicle in the shadow of a large tree. Sitting low in her black leather seat, she watches Ms. E strip and MK devour her naked brown breasts. Her hand reaches down and starts rubbing between parted thighs. Her second hand follows, unbuckles her belt, opens her jeans, and pulls aside her thong. While one hand fucks her pussy, the other massages her clit.
Ms. E kneels before MK and pulls down his pants. She liberates his erect dick from its jeans captivity and takes him between her loving brown lips. MK throws his head back and raises his hands over his head. With her man properly aroused, Ms. E pushes aside the dinner settings and lies on her back across MK’s table, her head dangling over an edge. “Fuck my mouth, MK.”
He stands and moves around to meet her lips. Ms. E takes his erect dick and in one hand, his balls in another and licks him with her bright pink tongue before swallowing him whole. MK moans so loud that Mo arises from a deep sleep and saunters over, tail in full wag mode, to check out the action. Rarely has Ms. E and MK’s world felt so right.
The woman in the car lifts up ever so slightly in her seat in order to not miss the scene inside MK’s new home. Her body begins to spasm. Her hands ravage the soft flesh between her legs. On the verge of an orgasm, she pulls a small towel from her console, places it between her legs and returns her attention to the Ms. E/MK show. Her hands go for broke. As her body bucks forward, a stream of warm liquid squirts against the palm of her finger-fucking hand and trickles down to the towel. Sweat gathers on her brow. Her body slumps in the plush bucket seat.
Light pouring out of MK’s front window dims. Simone peers out of her tinted window and sees MK looking out at her parked car. He reaches down, pulls up what looks to be a sheet and covers the window. Simone starts her car and drives slowly away into the safe cover of night.
“Welcome to LA, MK.”
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