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Her back against his chest.
Head resting on his arm, curly dark blonde hair, soft lemon scent from the shampoo filled his nostrils. He brushed his hand, softly over the side of her face, fingers skating down the skin of her arm, ending with his fingers locking inbetween hers. He leaned in, lips, sofly kissing her neck, the sensation of lips on skin, savored.
She turned her head towards him, and gave him that smile, a happy half smile, was the best way he could describe it, he loved it. She squized his fingers gently, and leaned in for a kiss, her dark hazel eyes, looking at him, with a sort of relaxed adoration, peaceful, loving, met by blue eyes, drinking in her features, those lovely high cheekbones, dimples, red lips. He loved that color on her, the lips touch, he squize her hand back, as he lets hers go, fingers gently traveling across her naked skin, grazing her breast and nipple before cupping her face, gently, turning her head further towards his. She turns.
Her chest against his chest.
He pulls her in, towards him, pierced nipples pressing agaist his chest, the feel of metal, cold but not really.
He loved the way they always seemed to hold her nipples erect, his hand wandering over her back, slowly, up and down, as tongues lock in a passionate dance. As she leans her head back a little, she feels the tip of his tounge, grace her upper lip, just before lips lock again, she runs her hand up his arm, the other brushes hair away from his blue eyes, looking at her, she can see the desire, and she can feel it, meeting her further down, her hand, sofly grabbing his manhood, slowly caressing it. She can hear his low moan, not quite moan yet, but she knows him.
He feels her hand stroking him gently, softly, he stifles a moan, and looks at her, not sure why, she smiles, she knows, he can't help but smile back.
He runs his hand over her breast, pulling ever so slightly on the piercing, watcing her pink nipple streach, ever so little before catching it between his thumb and index, rolling it between them, lips lock, only to be broken by a loving smile.
He sits up, he feels his cock slide out of her hand and part of him dies in the moment, a moment soon forgotten, as he pulls her small frame up against him.
Her back against his chest.
His hands starts rubbing her shoulders, she can feel his cock, up against her back, she smiles, as strong fingers sink into her shoulders, firmly, lower neck, hands wander, pushes her gently forward, back, arms, firm, gentle, grip massaging her, every bit touch, warmer from blood flowing, rushing like a river, excited. He works up her arms, over her shoulders, over her chest. His hands, slide down her breasts. He smiled, how shallow he had been the first time he'd seen her, it was all he had seen, funny how things work out he thought, as his fingers grabbed hold of her nipples, and playfully pulled on them, just too hard, that perfect, where he could feel her twitching slightly, he waited, he knew what came next.
Playful lightening shot through her nipples, he always did this, she turned around, she wanted to put on a stern face, but faced with the boyish grin of delight, she just smiled.
Hopeless, she said.
I know, he replied back.
She turned around, kissing him, pushing his chest slowly away.
His back on the bed, her lips on his cock.
The warm embrace, of lips, and throat, the gentle vacume, caressing it, he could feel the veins of his trobbing hard cock pulsating agaist her lips. Impossible to decided what to focus on he though, the lovely, red lips, so gracefully pleasuring him, the breasts swinging with the motion of her upper body, working on the task she set upon, the silver glinting of the light, or to just lie back, close his eyes, and enjoy it.
She felt the pulsation, not strong enough to make her stop.
But enough to draw a smile to her lips.
She spread her lips , dragging her tongue, up his shaft, looking into his eyes, playfully, letting fluids slowly drip of her tongue.
His pierced back, with a desire,
A quick tug on her arm, sent her toppeling down towards him,
Her breasts on his chest, his back on the bed.
She felt his leg, up between hers, lower lips, wetter by the second, pressing down against his thigh, has he took her nipple, in between her lips, biting softly, his hand sliding down towards her sex, reaching inbetween her legs, the warm sensation of her desire greeted him.
He turned her over.
Her back on the bed, him leaning over.
His hand, strokes over her sex, she presses it into his hand, he rests on a arm looking into her eyes, she loves those eyes.
He stares into her eyes.
Funny he thought as he was completely lost in their mezmerising dark but somehow sparkeling deep brown.
I always thought I didn't like brown eyes, he thought.
How wrong he was.
He watched them with delight, as a soft moan came, the gentle arcing of the back, and the eyes squinting ever so little, as his middle finger slid into her.
Her eyes closed, a feeling awakens, a fire starts to kindle, a slight frustration, she thrusts her hip upwards.
Digging his finger deeper into her, fire burning hotter.
Sensuality, and caress, exanged for desire and lust, she feels it, a smile flashes over her face, her eyes lock onto his, as she feels his index finger join inside her.
He feels her, rythmicly, working with his hand, her wetness, he loves it, a treasure, a prize.
He looks at those beautiful silk soft lips, enveloping his fingers, the pink brushing up and down his fingers, as he extends his thumb, grazing her clit on the next thrust towards him, she moans.
He grabs hold, two, fingers inside, thumb locked on clit, she wiggles, that spot between pleasure and pain, he guides her towards his cock, it's throbbing, desire, buring hot, instantly cooled by the wet embrace of her, sliding onto him, taking him deep.
he bends over her, arm supporting him, lips, touching lips as he works with her to find the rythm, sliding, deep into her, each thrust, forcefully, dominating, trying to demonstrate to her, his power, how strong he is.
Completely caught under her spell though, an act, easily disillusioned when observed. He is intoxicated, addicted even to her, he thrusts deeper, she meets it.
His hand gently slides over her breast, slowly touching each of her ribs, such a delicate little frame, if he could get harder, he would. He straightens his back, pulls her closer with one hand, other hand, lay on top of her, thumb sofly parts the top of her lower lips, and slides over that little button, he feels her tremble, her hand locks around his wrist.
Careful she moans.
He presses down harder, as she flinches, he eases the pressure, playfully he replies.
Sure thing boss.
She shoots him a smile, it says more than a thousand words, if a painting, it would just be the words, written, black on white.
"Oh no, did I hurt your ego mr big and strong boss man?"
He returns the smile, submitting, to her, after all, small acts of defiance and rebellion is all you have left, when someone has you enthralled to this extent.
She leans in for a kiss arcing her back, he pulls her towards her and slides onto his back, she follows suite, but he feels him leaving her, cold air suddently rush to his rock hard cock, before he has any real time to react, he feels, the grip of five fingers, almost instantily, reinserting it into her.
He smiles, he isn't alone in his addiction.
His back on the bed, her, leaning over him.
Her palms planted on his chest as she slowly ride him, more assertive, and faster with every stroke.
She looks at him, staring at her breasts, hands on her hips, moving her along with him.
They both feel it.
He feels the buildup, to a release, a sensation, of something exploding.
She feels his muscles stiffen, as if to hold something back, veins and cock pulsating inside her, pressing up against her inside.
She looks him into the eyes, she knows he can see it.
He tries to hold back, one more stroke, just a little longer..
He looks up at her, met by tender eyes radiating such love, he relaxes, gives in, cock trembles, filling her with his cum. His breath intensifies, as he fills her up, she feels the warm sensation, slides of his cock, before it shivers up completely, lips lock around it, sucking clean, she can feel him trembling as her tounge hits the helmet of a very senestive solider.
He looks at her cum and fluid covered lips, and grins defeatedly as he knows whats coming.
She grins, leans in, kisses him, slides her tounge deep into his mouth, smiling at the same time.
Every time he thinks, smirking back to her smile, as he pushes her softly down on the matrass, lips on lips, hand with intent and purpose, travels south to finish the nights escapades on equal grounds.
She leans back, arches her back a little as his hand starts massaging her, fingers slightly seperating lower lips, lubricated by cup and wetness, and caressed, rythmically, steady, no words are spoken, he just admires her body, heaving, nipples erect, ches rising and falling, moans coming, more steadidly.
She feels it starting to shift in her, dripping over his fingers, he smears it into her very skin, a gentle but firm hand massages her, with a sort of loving, determination, it feels very intent to achive what it set out to do, and with each joined thrust, every slide of cum covered fingers, touching her wet pussy it came closer, until, the shivering rolling shake of her body reacing to the orgasm arrived, sinking into his arms, laid back, hair against his arm.
His back on the bed, her back on the bed.
Her head on his arm.
Head resting on his arm, curly dark blonde hair, soft lemon scent from the shampoo filled his nostrils. He brushed his hand, softly over the side of her face, fingers skating down the skin of her arm, ending with his fingers locking inbetween hers. He leaned in, lips, sofly kissing her neck, the sensation of lips on skin, savored.
She turned her head towards him, and gave him that smile, a happy half smile, was the best way he could describe it, he loved it. She squized his fingers gently, and leaned in for a kiss, her dark hazel eyes, looking at him, with a sort of relaxed adoration, peaceful, loving, met by blue eyes, drinking in her features, those lovely high cheekbones, dimples, red lips. He loved that color on her, the lips touch, he squize her hand back, as he lets hers go, fingers gently traveling across her naked skin, grazing her breast and nipple before cupping her face, gently, turning her head further towards his. She turns.
Her chest against his chest.
He pulls her in, towards him, pierced nipples pressing agaist his chest, the feel of metal, cold but not really.
He loved the way they always seemed to hold her nipples erect, his hand wandering over her back, slowly, up and down, as tongues lock in a passionate dance. As she leans her head back a little, she feels the tip of his tounge, grace her upper lip, just before lips lock again, she runs her hand up his arm, the other brushes hair away from his blue eyes, looking at her, she can see the desire, and she can feel it, meeting her further down, her hand, sofly grabbing his manhood, slowly caressing it. She can hear his low moan, not quite moan yet, but she knows him.
He feels her hand stroking him gently, softly, he stifles a moan, and looks at her, not sure why, she smiles, she knows, he can't help but smile back.
He runs his hand over her breast, pulling ever so slightly on the piercing, watcing her pink nipple streach, ever so little before catching it between his thumb and index, rolling it between them, lips lock, only to be broken by a loving smile.
He sits up, he feels his cock slide out of her hand and part of him dies in the moment, a moment soon forgotten, as he pulls her small frame up against him.
Her back against his chest.
His hands starts rubbing her shoulders, she can feel his cock, up against her back, she smiles, as strong fingers sink into her shoulders, firmly, lower neck, hands wander, pushes her gently forward, back, arms, firm, gentle, grip massaging her, every bit touch, warmer from blood flowing, rushing like a river, excited. He works up her arms, over her shoulders, over her chest. His hands, slide down her breasts. He smiled, how shallow he had been the first time he'd seen her, it was all he had seen, funny how things work out he thought, as his fingers grabbed hold of her nipples, and playfully pulled on them, just too hard, that perfect, where he could feel her twitching slightly, he waited, he knew what came next.
Playful lightening shot through her nipples, he always did this, she turned around, she wanted to put on a stern face, but faced with the boyish grin of delight, she just smiled.
Hopeless, she said.
I know, he replied back.
She turned around, kissing him, pushing his chest slowly away.
His back on the bed, her lips on his cock.
The warm embrace, of lips, and throat, the gentle vacume, caressing it, he could feel the veins of his trobbing hard cock pulsating agaist her lips. Impossible to decided what to focus on he though, the lovely, red lips, so gracefully pleasuring him, the breasts swinging with the motion of her upper body, working on the task she set upon, the silver glinting of the light, or to just lie back, close his eyes, and enjoy it.
She felt the pulsation, not strong enough to make her stop.
But enough to draw a smile to her lips.
She spread her lips , dragging her tongue, up his shaft, looking into his eyes, playfully, letting fluids slowly drip of her tongue.
His pierced back, with a desire,
A quick tug on her arm, sent her toppeling down towards him,
Her breasts on his chest, his back on the bed.
She felt his leg, up between hers, lower lips, wetter by the second, pressing down against his thigh, has he took her nipple, in between her lips, biting softly, his hand sliding down towards her sex, reaching inbetween her legs, the warm sensation of her desire greeted him.
He turned her over.
Her back on the bed, him leaning over.
His hand, strokes over her sex, she presses it into his hand, he rests on a arm looking into her eyes, she loves those eyes.
He stares into her eyes.
Funny he thought as he was completely lost in their mezmerising dark but somehow sparkeling deep brown.
I always thought I didn't like brown eyes, he thought.
How wrong he was.
He watched them with delight, as a soft moan came, the gentle arcing of the back, and the eyes squinting ever so little, as his middle finger slid into her.
Her eyes closed, a feeling awakens, a fire starts to kindle, a slight frustration, she thrusts her hip upwards.
Digging his finger deeper into her, fire burning hotter.
Sensuality, and caress, exanged for desire and lust, she feels it, a smile flashes over her face, her eyes lock onto his, as she feels his index finger join inside her.
He feels her, rythmicly, working with his hand, her wetness, he loves it, a treasure, a prize.
He looks at those beautiful silk soft lips, enveloping his fingers, the pink brushing up and down his fingers, as he extends his thumb, grazing her clit on the next thrust towards him, she moans.
He grabs hold, two, fingers inside, thumb locked on clit, she wiggles, that spot between pleasure and pain, he guides her towards his cock, it's throbbing, desire, buring hot, instantly cooled by the wet embrace of her, sliding onto him, taking him deep.
he bends over her, arm supporting him, lips, touching lips as he works with her to find the rythm, sliding, deep into her, each thrust, forcefully, dominating, trying to demonstrate to her, his power, how strong he is.
Completely caught under her spell though, an act, easily disillusioned when observed. He is intoxicated, addicted even to her, he thrusts deeper, she meets it.
His hand gently slides over her breast, slowly touching each of her ribs, such a delicate little frame, if he could get harder, he would. He straightens his back, pulls her closer with one hand, other hand, lay on top of her, thumb sofly parts the top of her lower lips, and slides over that little button, he feels her tremble, her hand locks around his wrist.
Careful she moans.
He presses down harder, as she flinches, he eases the pressure, playfully he replies.
Sure thing boss.
She shoots him a smile, it says more than a thousand words, if a painting, it would just be the words, written, black on white.
"Oh no, did I hurt your ego mr big and strong boss man?"
He returns the smile, submitting, to her, after all, small acts of defiance and rebellion is all you have left, when someone has you enthralled to this extent.
She leans in for a kiss arcing her back, he pulls her towards her and slides onto his back, she follows suite, but he feels him leaving her, cold air suddently rush to his rock hard cock, before he has any real time to react, he feels, the grip of five fingers, almost instantily, reinserting it into her.
He smiles, he isn't alone in his addiction.
His back on the bed, her, leaning over him.
Her palms planted on his chest as she slowly ride him, more assertive, and faster with every stroke.
She looks at him, staring at her breasts, hands on her hips, moving her along with him.
They both feel it.
He feels the buildup, to a release, a sensation, of something exploding.
She feels his muscles stiffen, as if to hold something back, veins and cock pulsating inside her, pressing up against her inside.
She looks him into the eyes, she knows he can see it.
He tries to hold back, one more stroke, just a little longer..
He looks up at her, met by tender eyes radiating such love, he relaxes, gives in, cock trembles, filling her with his cum. His breath intensifies, as he fills her up, she feels the warm sensation, slides of his cock, before it shivers up completely, lips lock around it, sucking clean, she can feel him trembling as her tounge hits the helmet of a very senestive solider.
He looks at her cum and fluid covered lips, and grins defeatedly as he knows whats coming.
She grins, leans in, kisses him, slides her tounge deep into his mouth, smiling at the same time.
Every time he thinks, smirking back to her smile, as he pushes her softly down on the matrass, lips on lips, hand with intent and purpose, travels south to finish the nights escapades on equal grounds.
She leans back, arches her back a little as his hand starts massaging her, fingers slightly seperating lower lips, lubricated by cup and wetness, and caressed, rythmically, steady, no words are spoken, he just admires her body, heaving, nipples erect, ches rising and falling, moans coming, more steadidly.
She feels it starting to shift in her, dripping over his fingers, he smears it into her very skin, a gentle but firm hand massages her, with a sort of loving, determination, it feels very intent to achive what it set out to do, and with each joined thrust, every slide of cum covered fingers, touching her wet pussy it came closer, until, the shivering rolling shake of her body reacing to the orgasm arrived, sinking into his arms, laid back, hair against his arm.
His back on the bed, her back on the bed.
Her head on his arm.
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