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For all these years she had been fulfilling her duty as a wife and working mother, working in the office throughout the week and managing the home and her family on either side of the day. She was always busy, but somehow found the energy to keep going. Perhaps it was the gym sessions: the only time in the day she had time to herself, when she could even feel herself. Weights, Zumba, stretching - this was the time when she could feel alive in her body, feel it all stretch and push, feel the blood pumping through her veins, her face flushing, her heart beating. Almost every lunchtime, she would hurry to the gym and change - slipping out of her light summer dress and heels, stripping off her lingerie and putting on her Lycra and gym shoes. Her body was was petite, smooth and brown, a slim Asian, and although she was in her forties her shape and firmness was still that of a girl in her early twenties.
Today was Friday and she had tried to get away from work early to get the weekend started, but had been held up at was now running late for her class. She changed in a hurry, joining the group just before it started and falling into place in the back line. The music started pumping and she followed the steps, synching into the group's energy and gaining strength in the the rhythm. As she danced and turned she scanned the room as she always did, seeing all the regulars as well as the less regulars, the ones who were members and normally did weights or cycling, but who occasionally dropped in for a spot of cardio. Today she found her self next to a tall white guy in his mid-forties. She's seen him around the gym doing workouts with his mate; both fairly strong guys who did a lot of work on their backs, arms and shoulders - parts of the male body she admired. Moving next to her, this guy looked to be at least a foot taller than her and despite his size, he moved well. She could start to feel the heat rise and focused on her steps, but would sneak a glance every now and then at him, and one of these times she caught him stealing a glance at her and their eyes met. He had blue eyes and in that moment they pierced straight into hers. She felt a little jolt, something she rarely felt. She felt a little extra electricity in her belly and was glad of the music to channel the feeling into, and disguise her shyness by going through the steps.
When the class was finished she felt shy and hurried to the changing room. She had to get to the shower quickly anyway - she didn't want to have to wait in a queue and wanted to get home earlier to chill out at the end of a long week. She found a free shower and popped in, stripping off her gym gear and turning on the hot blast of water. She stepped under and felt the water drench her completely, dousing her entire body, massaging her firm skin. She felt it run through her hair, on her neck, over her breasts, coursing over her belly, down between her legs and all the way to her feet. She felt so alive and relaxed, and loved the feeling of the water on her, and in these few private minutes her mind wandered back to the tall white guy with blue eyes. Almost u*********sly, she increased the water pressure and felt the jet of water pepper her breasts, and the hot water run down through her groin and over her pussy.
She shaved there, but sometimes wondered why she did it. It made her feel sensitive and sexy, and she hoped it would make a difference to her husband, but it never seemed too. For all these years they had only ever made love one way: his way. To her, he had never been a lover, just a boy who had never grown up. He'd get hard and send her to the bedroom where she'd lie down as he fumbled his way into her, pumping for a few minutes as he clutched and groped at her with all the finesse of a machine operator who hadn't read the manual. Even when she was excited, he didn't know what to do. He'd lie her on her back or her side, and just pump into her until he was done. She wished he'd feel for a rhythm that could speak to her own desire and dance with it, or even have any interest in finding ways to make the flower between her legs moisten and open up by itself, but he never did. She'd heard that some men did this, even using their mouths to open up a woman's sex. She could only imagine what that might feel like ...would it feel anything like the jets of water that sluiced between her legs? Nowadays, she didn't even experience the momentary pleasure of a stiff penis inside her: it had been years since he'd wanted her, and now they were separated.
She felt a stirring and reached up to the shower faucet, directing the blast at her chest. The hot jet of water plunged into her breasts, and immediately her nipples started to stiffen. Her breasts were those of a young girl, but as a woman her nipples were dark. And when she was excited, as she was now, they would become very firm. Under the jets of water they hardened like buttons, and as her mind wandered her fingers moved between her legs. She thought of the expat guy who had danced next to her, and tried to imagine what he might be like as a lover. She had only ever been with Chinese guys, her husband and a couple of guys before that, who all performed pretty much the same. A couple of her girlfriends has been with white guys and a few of the girls in the office were married to them or were going out with them. None of them had really said too much, but the distinct impression she was left with was that they made their women pretty happy in bed. What about the blue-eyed guy? Did he care about a woman's pleasure? Did he search to find a woman's rhythm? Would he put his head between a woman's legs? And did he have a nice tool, she almost blushed to think. Her husband wasn't large, she'd always felt she had room for more. And now under the shower, her pussy was opening up and she could feel her clit start to make its presence felt. Her nipples were so stiff. Her fingers moved down to her sex and she parted her lips. Softly she started to rub her clit, as she imagined how it might feel for a tall strong man to want her, to feel her, to take her ...
... but she couldn't give herself up to the fantasy, not here and now, after a busy session, and with a crowd of women all waiting for the shower to get on with their own Friday nights. So she took a deep breath, shut off the water, and went into the change rooms to dry off. Her skin felt alive and her loins still tingled as she got dressed. Her yellow dress was light and brushed softly against her skin. Her bra was very sheer and she noticed that as she put it on, her nipples showed through. She worried that if she didn't calmed down by the time she gets outside, people on the street will notice, see parts of her almost naked (and aroused!) through her blouse, know that this polite, sweet woman is yearning to be taken, m*****ed, impaled ... but she has to rush and gathers her things and exits the changing rooms.
But as she walks out and rushes to the elevator, who is waiting there but the tall blue-eyed white guy? He looks at her and says, hi, I saw you next to me at the class, you look really fit, you're a great dancer. No ... you are, she stammers back, feeling muddled and foolish. The lift arrives, they enter and stand together, alone, as the doors close and the lift starts again. She sees his strong arms through his business shirt and she glances at him again and their eyes meet, and again she feels a thrill of excitement. She looks down at her feet, as people do in lifts, and she sees her nipples, so incredibly visible through her dress. And then she sees him looking at her and he too glances down and sees them, and then their eyes meet again and she blushes, so strongly that even her post-workout glow can't conceal. Look, he says, I was wondering ... would you like to grab a drink?
He was on a contract assignment from out-of-town and staying in a serviced apartment in a hotel close by, and so they go the hotel bar for a drink. She is thrilled that he is interested in her, and the conversation flows easily. As they talk, she dares to imagine what he might look like under his clothes, and she notices that he is also subtly checking her out and hopes he likes what he sees. She can't imagine how things might progress, but she is happy that he is taking the lead and she relaxes more as she starts on her second drink. As they drink and chat she feels more comfortable flirting, and they begin to touch each lightly as they talk. Her body is still buzzing from her workout and her shower, and she now seriously starts to wonder whether she might be close to having her first Western man. They are sitting at the bar, her smooth brown legs crossed over and facing him, and as he gestures to emphasise something he's said, his hand brushes against her leg. But then he puts his hand on her knee and leaves it there. She feels a thrilling jolt, and then he says, would you like to come upstairs with me? She doesn't know what to say, and doesn't feel she can say anything anyway, so she just nods, gulps the rest of her drink and stands up from the bar stool, and together they walk to the lift.
Once again they are in the lift silently, but this time it is different. She is about to do something she has never done before. She is nervous but very excited, and it's been so long since she's made love, and she is so easily aroused these days. The lift door opens and they walk to his room, he opens the door and suddenly, she finds herself in a hotel room, alone with this guy she was dancing next to just over an hour ago, the guy she was dreaming about, wondering about, in the shower. And then he leans down to her and kisses her, and their lips open up to each other and their tongues meet in a deep, passionate kiss. Her nervousness becomes overwhelmed by her excitement, and she feels his hands over her, wrapping his big strong arms around her, and she in turn feels his strong back, his shoulders, his arms in their embrace.
As their passion becomes more open, his hands start to explore more erotically, rubbing down her sides, feeling and lightly squeezing her arse. They writhe in a tight embrace and as he pushes his chest against hers, he feels for the hem of her dress, sliding his hand up her leg underneath her dress. Amazingly, she finds herself brazenly exploring him as well, opening his shirt to expose his chest, running her hands over it. She buries her face in his chest, kissing it, and feels his hands clutch her arse through her dress. She is getting hot and feel the lips of pussy moisten and she pushes herself against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. Her hands reach down and stroke his bulge and his own groping becomes more intense, reaching for her dress and pulling it up over her waist. Now her little black panties are exposed to him - she can hardly believe it but the feeling it so intense that she just wants to keep going, and her desire gives her a confidence she didn't know she had. She know knows that she is going to have this man, or he is going to have her, and she just trusts in where this wild desire is taking her. He lifts her dress over her head and she casts it away, and she feels his hands running over her bra, rubbing her nipples. She hears him murmur to her, oh my god, you're gorgeous, and then his face bends down and sucks on her nipples through her bra, moving from one to one another. Her pussy is wet and she is almost hysterical with desire, and fumbles for his belt, he helps her and then she unzips him, reaches into his underpants and finally, her hand feels his naked cock, long and thick and cut and hard for her. Her first white cock. She pulls his trousers and underpants down and drops to her knees, and with his cock in her hands she brings her face to it, licks the head, then opens her lips and takes it into her mouth. Wow. She feels his hot, stiff cock inside her mouth and starts to suck him him, as he softly starts to thrust in and out of her. She uses one hand to grip the shaft, allowing it to slide through her wettened palm, and with her other hand she feels his soft balls. He reaches down and takes her face in his hands and they kiss again, and he rolls her over onto the bed. Urgently he peels off his clothes and lies beside her, and slides a hand up the inside of her thigh and finally, finally, rubs it over her panties. She cannot stand it any more and strips off her panties and bra, taking his hand and placing it back between her legs, this time to feel his fingers trace the lips of her pussy, where they open like a flower. They are kissing passionately and as his hands are on her pussy, with hers on his cock.
He gently but firmly pushes her down so that she's lying on her back. She can hardly believe that she is lying naked in front of this man, fully exposed to him, her sex wet and open, her legs open to him, wanting to give herself to him, for him to do whatever he wants to do to her ... but what is he doing now? My god, she thinks, he isn't going to go down on me is he? Oh ... yes ... he is! He positions himself with his head between her legs. Drops of dew ooze from her pussy as he presses his lips against her and licks it, tasting her juices, and licks again, and pokes his tongue into her. He finds her clitoris and kisses it, and flicks it with his tongue, and sucks it, and flicks it more. My god, she thinks, where did he learn to do this? She has never felt anything like it, and god knows how much juice is running out from her. She is drenched with her wetness and her pussy is livid, and she starts to grind her pelvis into his face, not an ounce of shyness in her anymore. She is wanton, a****l, following her feelings and her needs as she has never done before except in fantasy. She did not know she could actually feel like this with another person, to feel so free, so unashamed, so unrestrained. She doesn't care what he does to her, he is hers to do whatever he wants, and anything he wants and does she wants too, anything at all so long as he keeps touching her, feeling her, probing her any way he wants ...
He kisses and licks and nibbles all around and inside her pussy, and brings up his tongue to circle her anus. He parts her arse cheeks slightly with his hands and tongue kisses her arsehole, pushing his tongue and withdrawing it, and licking and kissing her there just as he is doing with her pussy. As he does this, he takes one of his hands and squeezes her arse cheek in the folds where it meets her pussy, and his thumb probes into her as he licks her arse. Her bum is bucking up and down and he licks her all the way her clit to the bottom of her juicy cunt.
Gently he moves up and kisses her on the neck, and their mouths connect deeply again. She pushes him onto his back and kneels before him, again taking his cock and balls in her mouth and hands, feeling every little ridge with her tongue and her fingers. He is so stiff, and he rubs her hard nipples with the palms of his hands, pinching them lightly with his thumbs. He can see her arse in the mirror, her open pussy exposed between her brown cheeks, and is turned on even more. He draws her up towards him, she understands and moves up, and he positions himself so that he is sitting up supported by the bedhead.
And then she does something she has never imagined herself doing in this situation - she takes control and climbs onto him, and in that delicious act, takes his cock with her hand and climbs above it, positioning it so that it presses against the opening to her pussy. And then, finally, lowers herself onto him, up to the hilt in one sliding movement. They both gasp at the glorious feeling. She sits into his lap, her legs astride his, as they wrap their arms around each other and enter into a deep, passionate kiss. His cock twitches inside her, and her pussy clenches around it, as it sits deeply embedded inside her, hardly moving. He strokes the hair away from her face and kisses her softly over her eyes, her eyebrow, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her lips. She holds him tight and slowly starts to rock against him. He is not moving, instead just letting her make her own rhythm as she slowly moves, slowly and shamelessly grinding into him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone. She feels as though she is riding a wave, the wave of her sexual rhythm, riding him so that his long, thick tool slides in and out of her in perfect time with her needs, and with the spasms starting to grow inside her. As she rides him, she looks down over her conquest, seeing his strong arms, shoulders and chest, and the passionate and urgent look in his eyes. His hands move from her hips up to her nipples, squeezing them softly and this turns her on even more, and she rides him harder and harder.
She starts to breathe harder and she kisses his neck, and fucks him harder. He is still not moving, just allowing himself to be the immovable object she is pushing against. Her movements become more muscular and she grips him more tightly. She can feel the head of his cock deep inside her, rubbing against her cervix, and his balls are rubbing against her arse cheeks. He can feel his balls stirring, tightening. He licks the index finger of his right hand and reaches behind her, and presses it against the entrance to her anus. She squirms and thrusts a little harder and he keeps it there, pushing it into her just an inch. She bucks harder against him, riding him vigorously now with increasing abandon. He reaches to the bedside table and grabs a little bottle of something, unscrews it and holds it under her nose. She grabs it, happy to do anything he wants, and takes a really deep sniff. He pushes it to her other nostril and says, again, and she takes another deep draft and quickly he puts the cap back on and places the bottle back on the shelf.
He braces myself and French kisses her, and in a few seconds in her lust she builds rapidly to a demonic energy, bucking and thrusting, clenching onto him as she starts to cry out, grinding so hard against his crotch that he can feel her clitoris as it rubs the front of him. Drunk with the popper, all she wants, needs, is just his big stiff cock fucking her tight wet cunt, impaling her, fucking her brains out ... she bucks hard and cries out as she starts to come over his cock. He stiffens even more and meets her thrusts, pushing his cock deep into her even as she pulls back. They are in a perfect insane timing as she throbs and gushes over him, the popper driving her over a cliff into a an obscene, grinding explosion, coming all over his stiff cock.
His own orgasm starts to build as hers subsides, and he grabs her hips and forces them down on to him as he bucks his own hips up to plunge into her. He is grabbing her, holding her and slamming upwards deeply into her as he uses her for his pleasure, positioning her at the exact angle for the maximum intensity of his own craving. And then he explodes, his come jetting up into her, flooding her deep inside her as he thrusts up inside her. She forces her arse up and down on him, in synch to his thrusts, and the feeling is so intense that he cries out loud.
His orgasm subsides and he gradually relaxes and sinks into the bed, and she collapses on top of him. He's still inside her, though his come is leaking out over them both, dripping down around the sides of his still-hard cock and out of your hot pussy. They kiss, deeply and softly, and again he brushes her hair away from her face. She sinks into him, spent, her pussy still encasing his cock, her face in his chest, and they start to melt and drift into into post-loving blissful slumber ...
Today was Friday and she had tried to get away from work early to get the weekend started, but had been held up at was now running late for her class. She changed in a hurry, joining the group just before it started and falling into place in the back line. The music started pumping and she followed the steps, synching into the group's energy and gaining strength in the the rhythm. As she danced and turned she scanned the room as she always did, seeing all the regulars as well as the less regulars, the ones who were members and normally did weights or cycling, but who occasionally dropped in for a spot of cardio. Today she found her self next to a tall white guy in his mid-forties. She's seen him around the gym doing workouts with his mate; both fairly strong guys who did a lot of work on their backs, arms and shoulders - parts of the male body she admired. Moving next to her, this guy looked to be at least a foot taller than her and despite his size, he moved well. She could start to feel the heat rise and focused on her steps, but would sneak a glance every now and then at him, and one of these times she caught him stealing a glance at her and their eyes met. He had blue eyes and in that moment they pierced straight into hers. She felt a little jolt, something she rarely felt. She felt a little extra electricity in her belly and was glad of the music to channel the feeling into, and disguise her shyness by going through the steps.
When the class was finished she felt shy and hurried to the changing room. She had to get to the shower quickly anyway - she didn't want to have to wait in a queue and wanted to get home earlier to chill out at the end of a long week. She found a free shower and popped in, stripping off her gym gear and turning on the hot blast of water. She stepped under and felt the water drench her completely, dousing her entire body, massaging her firm skin. She felt it run through her hair, on her neck, over her breasts, coursing over her belly, down between her legs and all the way to her feet. She felt so alive and relaxed, and loved the feeling of the water on her, and in these few private minutes her mind wandered back to the tall white guy with blue eyes. Almost u*********sly, she increased the water pressure and felt the jet of water pepper her breasts, and the hot water run down through her groin and over her pussy.
She shaved there, but sometimes wondered why she did it. It made her feel sensitive and sexy, and she hoped it would make a difference to her husband, but it never seemed too. For all these years they had only ever made love one way: his way. To her, he had never been a lover, just a boy who had never grown up. He'd get hard and send her to the bedroom where she'd lie down as he fumbled his way into her, pumping for a few minutes as he clutched and groped at her with all the finesse of a machine operator who hadn't read the manual. Even when she was excited, he didn't know what to do. He'd lie her on her back or her side, and just pump into her until he was done. She wished he'd feel for a rhythm that could speak to her own desire and dance with it, or even have any interest in finding ways to make the flower between her legs moisten and open up by itself, but he never did. She'd heard that some men did this, even using their mouths to open up a woman's sex. She could only imagine what that might feel like ...would it feel anything like the jets of water that sluiced between her legs? Nowadays, she didn't even experience the momentary pleasure of a stiff penis inside her: it had been years since he'd wanted her, and now they were separated.
She felt a stirring and reached up to the shower faucet, directing the blast at her chest. The hot jet of water plunged into her breasts, and immediately her nipples started to stiffen. Her breasts were those of a young girl, but as a woman her nipples were dark. And when she was excited, as she was now, they would become very firm. Under the jets of water they hardened like buttons, and as her mind wandered her fingers moved between her legs. She thought of the expat guy who had danced next to her, and tried to imagine what he might be like as a lover. She had only ever been with Chinese guys, her husband and a couple of guys before that, who all performed pretty much the same. A couple of her girlfriends has been with white guys and a few of the girls in the office were married to them or were going out with them. None of them had really said too much, but the distinct impression she was left with was that they made their women pretty happy in bed. What about the blue-eyed guy? Did he care about a woman's pleasure? Did he search to find a woman's rhythm? Would he put his head between a woman's legs? And did he have a nice tool, she almost blushed to think. Her husband wasn't large, she'd always felt she had room for more. And now under the shower, her pussy was opening up and she could feel her clit start to make its presence felt. Her nipples were so stiff. Her fingers moved down to her sex and she parted her lips. Softly she started to rub her clit, as she imagined how it might feel for a tall strong man to want her, to feel her, to take her ...
... but she couldn't give herself up to the fantasy, not here and now, after a busy session, and with a crowd of women all waiting for the shower to get on with their own Friday nights. So she took a deep breath, shut off the water, and went into the change rooms to dry off. Her skin felt alive and her loins still tingled as she got dressed. Her yellow dress was light and brushed softly against her skin. Her bra was very sheer and she noticed that as she put it on, her nipples showed through. She worried that if she didn't calmed down by the time she gets outside, people on the street will notice, see parts of her almost naked (and aroused!) through her blouse, know that this polite, sweet woman is yearning to be taken, m*****ed, impaled ... but she has to rush and gathers her things and exits the changing rooms.
But as she walks out and rushes to the elevator, who is waiting there but the tall blue-eyed white guy? He looks at her and says, hi, I saw you next to me at the class, you look really fit, you're a great dancer. No ... you are, she stammers back, feeling muddled and foolish. The lift arrives, they enter and stand together, alone, as the doors close and the lift starts again. She sees his strong arms through his business shirt and she glances at him again and their eyes meet, and again she feels a thrill of excitement. She looks down at her feet, as people do in lifts, and she sees her nipples, so incredibly visible through her dress. And then she sees him looking at her and he too glances down and sees them, and then their eyes meet again and she blushes, so strongly that even her post-workout glow can't conceal. Look, he says, I was wondering ... would you like to grab a drink?
He was on a contract assignment from out-of-town and staying in a serviced apartment in a hotel close by, and so they go the hotel bar for a drink. She is thrilled that he is interested in her, and the conversation flows easily. As they talk, she dares to imagine what he might look like under his clothes, and she notices that he is also subtly checking her out and hopes he likes what he sees. She can't imagine how things might progress, but she is happy that he is taking the lead and she relaxes more as she starts on her second drink. As they drink and chat she feels more comfortable flirting, and they begin to touch each lightly as they talk. Her body is still buzzing from her workout and her shower, and she now seriously starts to wonder whether she might be close to having her first Western man. They are sitting at the bar, her smooth brown legs crossed over and facing him, and as he gestures to emphasise something he's said, his hand brushes against her leg. But then he puts his hand on her knee and leaves it there. She feels a thrilling jolt, and then he says, would you like to come upstairs with me? She doesn't know what to say, and doesn't feel she can say anything anyway, so she just nods, gulps the rest of her drink and stands up from the bar stool, and together they walk to the lift.
Once again they are in the lift silently, but this time it is different. She is about to do something she has never done before. She is nervous but very excited, and it's been so long since she's made love, and she is so easily aroused these days. The lift door opens and they walk to his room, he opens the door and suddenly, she finds herself in a hotel room, alone with this guy she was dancing next to just over an hour ago, the guy she was dreaming about, wondering about, in the shower. And then he leans down to her and kisses her, and their lips open up to each other and their tongues meet in a deep, passionate kiss. Her nervousness becomes overwhelmed by her excitement, and she feels his hands over her, wrapping his big strong arms around her, and she in turn feels his strong back, his shoulders, his arms in their embrace.
As their passion becomes more open, his hands start to explore more erotically, rubbing down her sides, feeling and lightly squeezing her arse. They writhe in a tight embrace and as he pushes his chest against hers, he feels for the hem of her dress, sliding his hand up her leg underneath her dress. Amazingly, she finds herself brazenly exploring him as well, opening his shirt to expose his chest, running her hands over it. She buries her face in his chest, kissing it, and feels his hands clutch her arse through her dress. She is getting hot and feel the lips of pussy moisten and she pushes herself against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. Her hands reach down and stroke his bulge and his own groping becomes more intense, reaching for her dress and pulling it up over her waist. Now her little black panties are exposed to him - she can hardly believe it but the feeling it so intense that she just wants to keep going, and her desire gives her a confidence she didn't know she had. She know knows that she is going to have this man, or he is going to have her, and she just trusts in where this wild desire is taking her. He lifts her dress over her head and she casts it away, and she feels his hands running over her bra, rubbing her nipples. She hears him murmur to her, oh my god, you're gorgeous, and then his face bends down and sucks on her nipples through her bra, moving from one to one another. Her pussy is wet and she is almost hysterical with desire, and fumbles for his belt, he helps her and then she unzips him, reaches into his underpants and finally, her hand feels his naked cock, long and thick and cut and hard for her. Her first white cock. She pulls his trousers and underpants down and drops to her knees, and with his cock in her hands she brings her face to it, licks the head, then opens her lips and takes it into her mouth. Wow. She feels his hot, stiff cock inside her mouth and starts to suck him him, as he softly starts to thrust in and out of her. She uses one hand to grip the shaft, allowing it to slide through her wettened palm, and with her other hand she feels his soft balls. He reaches down and takes her face in his hands and they kiss again, and he rolls her over onto the bed. Urgently he peels off his clothes and lies beside her, and slides a hand up the inside of her thigh and finally, finally, rubs it over her panties. She cannot stand it any more and strips off her panties and bra, taking his hand and placing it back between her legs, this time to feel his fingers trace the lips of her pussy, where they open like a flower. They are kissing passionately and as his hands are on her pussy, with hers on his cock.
He gently but firmly pushes her down so that she's lying on her back. She can hardly believe that she is lying naked in front of this man, fully exposed to him, her sex wet and open, her legs open to him, wanting to give herself to him, for him to do whatever he wants to do to her ... but what is he doing now? My god, she thinks, he isn't going to go down on me is he? Oh ... yes ... he is! He positions himself with his head between her legs. Drops of dew ooze from her pussy as he presses his lips against her and licks it, tasting her juices, and licks again, and pokes his tongue into her. He finds her clitoris and kisses it, and flicks it with his tongue, and sucks it, and flicks it more. My god, she thinks, where did he learn to do this? She has never felt anything like it, and god knows how much juice is running out from her. She is drenched with her wetness and her pussy is livid, and she starts to grind her pelvis into his face, not an ounce of shyness in her anymore. She is wanton, a****l, following her feelings and her needs as she has never done before except in fantasy. She did not know she could actually feel like this with another person, to feel so free, so unashamed, so unrestrained. She doesn't care what he does to her, he is hers to do whatever he wants, and anything he wants and does she wants too, anything at all so long as he keeps touching her, feeling her, probing her any way he wants ...
He kisses and licks and nibbles all around and inside her pussy, and brings up his tongue to circle her anus. He parts her arse cheeks slightly with his hands and tongue kisses her arsehole, pushing his tongue and withdrawing it, and licking and kissing her there just as he is doing with her pussy. As he does this, he takes one of his hands and squeezes her arse cheek in the folds where it meets her pussy, and his thumb probes into her as he licks her arse. Her bum is bucking up and down and he licks her all the way her clit to the bottom of her juicy cunt.
Gently he moves up and kisses her on the neck, and their mouths connect deeply again. She pushes him onto his back and kneels before him, again taking his cock and balls in her mouth and hands, feeling every little ridge with her tongue and her fingers. He is so stiff, and he rubs her hard nipples with the palms of his hands, pinching them lightly with his thumbs. He can see her arse in the mirror, her open pussy exposed between her brown cheeks, and is turned on even more. He draws her up towards him, she understands and moves up, and he positions himself so that he is sitting up supported by the bedhead.
And then she does something she has never imagined herself doing in this situation - she takes control and climbs onto him, and in that delicious act, takes his cock with her hand and climbs above it, positioning it so that it presses against the opening to her pussy. And then, finally, lowers herself onto him, up to the hilt in one sliding movement. They both gasp at the glorious feeling. She sits into his lap, her legs astride his, as they wrap their arms around each other and enter into a deep, passionate kiss. His cock twitches inside her, and her pussy clenches around it, as it sits deeply embedded inside her, hardly moving. He strokes the hair away from her face and kisses her softly over her eyes, her eyebrow, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her lips. She holds him tight and slowly starts to rock against him. He is not moving, instead just letting her make her own rhythm as she slowly moves, slowly and shamelessly grinding into him, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone. She feels as though she is riding a wave, the wave of her sexual rhythm, riding him so that his long, thick tool slides in and out of her in perfect time with her needs, and with the spasms starting to grow inside her. As she rides him, she looks down over her conquest, seeing his strong arms, shoulders and chest, and the passionate and urgent look in his eyes. His hands move from her hips up to her nipples, squeezing them softly and this turns her on even more, and she rides him harder and harder.
She starts to breathe harder and she kisses his neck, and fucks him harder. He is still not moving, just allowing himself to be the immovable object she is pushing against. Her movements become more muscular and she grips him more tightly. She can feel the head of his cock deep inside her, rubbing against her cervix, and his balls are rubbing against her arse cheeks. He can feel his balls stirring, tightening. He licks the index finger of his right hand and reaches behind her, and presses it against the entrance to her anus. She squirms and thrusts a little harder and he keeps it there, pushing it into her just an inch. She bucks harder against him, riding him vigorously now with increasing abandon. He reaches to the bedside table and grabs a little bottle of something, unscrews it and holds it under her nose. She grabs it, happy to do anything he wants, and takes a really deep sniff. He pushes it to her other nostril and says, again, and she takes another deep draft and quickly he puts the cap back on and places the bottle back on the shelf.
He braces myself and French kisses her, and in a few seconds in her lust she builds rapidly to a demonic energy, bucking and thrusting, clenching onto him as she starts to cry out, grinding so hard against his crotch that he can feel her clitoris as it rubs the front of him. Drunk with the popper, all she wants, needs, is just his big stiff cock fucking her tight wet cunt, impaling her, fucking her brains out ... she bucks hard and cries out as she starts to come over his cock. He stiffens even more and meets her thrusts, pushing his cock deep into her even as she pulls back. They are in a perfect insane timing as she throbs and gushes over him, the popper driving her over a cliff into a an obscene, grinding explosion, coming all over his stiff cock.
His own orgasm starts to build as hers subsides, and he grabs her hips and forces them down on to him as he bucks his own hips up to plunge into her. He is grabbing her, holding her and slamming upwards deeply into her as he uses her for his pleasure, positioning her at the exact angle for the maximum intensity of his own craving. And then he explodes, his come jetting up into her, flooding her deep inside her as he thrusts up inside her. She forces her arse up and down on him, in synch to his thrusts, and the feeling is so intense that he cries out loud.
His orgasm subsides and he gradually relaxes and sinks into the bed, and she collapses on top of him. He's still inside her, though his come is leaking out over them both, dripping down around the sides of his still-hard cock and out of your hot pussy. They kiss, deeply and softly, and again he brushes her hair away from her face. She sinks into him, spent, her pussy still encasing his cock, her face in his chest, and they start to melt and drift into into post-loving blissful slumber ...
Safiya
- 24.05.2020
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