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Bourbon?
They had met in the usual way – online, fake names, a few brief texts. His pic was artistic, almost professional but not quite. They had switched to a better chat platform, where she had discovered that she enjoyed the way he wrote. It progressed much the same as the many other pre-meet negotiations she had conducted with other men – yet, he seemed to excite her heart and mind in addition to her loins. She had not felt those emotions for, well…a long time. The lift rose swiftly. She could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as the numbers revealed her progress – more unexpected feelings. The first thing she noticed when he open the door was his eyes – he looked at her as a person – like she was an old friend. He stepped forward and gave her a hug – she felt safe and warm. The room was beautiful. Softly lit, with retro shades of soft green and white furnishings. Beyond the full-length windows were the lights of the city sparkling like distant stars. “Drink?” She accepted the bourbon and coke with a “thank you”. She walked to the window and watched the city, hearing him approach – feeling his body warm against her back. Leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around her. She sipped again. He kissed her neck. Once. Twice. Three times. Each closer to her ear. He nibbled her lobe. She giggled. He chuckled. She turned her head inviting him to her lips. He obliged. His lips were soft, moist, inviting her to respond. Her kiss was harsh, urgent. His lips paused, lingered, drawing her to respond. She relaxed. Her lips softening to match his. Responding with a caress. She began to savour the feeling of lips on lips - moisture, tongue, the gentle play of lingering sensations. Their bodies meeting each other in unison. Connecting in a way she had never experienced. She turned, sliding her body against his. Feeling him. He drew her to the bed and pulled her blouse over her head, tossing it to the floor. She stepped out of her skirt as his hands tugged it to her knees. They kissed again. She felt his hands on her skin. He popper her bra. She shrugged it off. He murmured, cupped a breast and took her nipple in his mouth. She groaned. She sat back onto the bed drawing him with her, still attached to her nipple. They laughed as they shuffled up the bed. They kissed again. Lip to lip. He kissed her jaw. Her neck. Her collar bone. Breast. Navel. Working down her body. Slowly. She could feel her sweet gash – hot, wet. Hungry for him. His lips left a trail of moisture across her tummy towards her red knickers. His fingers drew them down just enough to reveal her clit, which he kissed, sucking her into his mouth. He body twitched and she sighed with delight. He stopped and dragged the skimpy material down her legs. She eagerly assisted their removal, enjoying exposing herself to him. She could feel her juice seeping from her hot pussy. He threw her knickers over his shoulder and struggled out of his shirt. Her eyes enjoyed him revealing his body. He stood and stepped out of his trousers. She stared at his bulging jocks. He slid them off, obscuring her view momentarily. Then she saw him and was delighted. He looked into her eyes and smiled. Crawling up the bed to kiss her on the lips again. She was on fire. She felt his rigid sword against her aching pussy. Again he kissed his way down her body, to take her clit in his mouth. Licking, sucking, flicking. Lips, tongue. His hands pushed her knees to her breasts to open her dripping glove to his mouth. She shuddered as she came. His mouth moved away from her clit to suck her open gash, his tongue penetrating. Eating each side, moving back to her clit to bring her to her peak again. He kept going. She entered a period of ecstatic bliss as one peak blended with another – she came and came as his mouth devoured her. He paused, adjusting his body so that his velvet sword lingered at her soaking gash. Her knees pressed next to her ears, he entered her. Slowly. She cried out in pleasure, “Fuck me!” she gasped He didn’t. He slid his shaft slowly into her to his full depth. He felt huge. She felt his jewels crushed against her pussy. He looked into her eyes, with his entire length inside her. Without a movement he fucked her soul. An orgasm ripped through her body. Her pussy sprayed hot liquid over both of their loins and up their bellies. She cried out in pleasure an unbelieving smile lighting her face. Then he began to Fuck her. Slow, deep. Sensually. Her hot juice smearing their bodies, running between her buttocks. Soaking the sheets. He was a machine. She came again and again, each time her pussy squirting more juice over them. Her body was alive, sensing, feeling every touch, kiss, caress and always his magnificent flaming rod gliding into and drawing out of her. She lost count of her orgasms. She was pleading, “stop” “don’t stop” as his body drove his shaft into her. She felt him change. His tempo rising. He drew her legs over his shoulders and hammered himself into her - his loins smashing into her soaking love spot. Relentless. Harder. Smashing as deep as he could. She writhed in pleasure beneath him improving their rhythm. She felt his body tension increasing matching her own as she felt another peak rising. She screamed as he hammered into her. Releasing his hot load. She felt his giant sword pulse with each cum filled gush. He was rigid, shuddering as his body pumped himself into her. His body relaxed slowly, still deep inside her. Her pussy drinking his cum and sucking his length into her – holding him. He shuddered again. They lay together – utterly spent – given to each other. |
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