You’re heading for the bedroom, and I must follow. I love the look of your naked body; it is such a turn-on for me. I struggle to finish pulling my jeans off, so I can meet you there in a similar state. I turn the corner into the bedroom and find you leaning over the bed, hands on the mattress, ass towards me, legs apart, looking back over your shoulder with an undeniable expression of “come fuck me”. I must oblige.
My right hand runs over your right ass cheek and comes to rest at your hip, while my other hand directs my hardened dick over your pussy lips. I run the head, light, teasing pressure, up and down the length of your lips. I can see your juices coat my head, your lips yielding to my hardened state. You push back against me, but you put me in the position of control, and I’m going to take advantage of that.
All the way up to your clit I run, teasing around its prominent posture. Your body reacts to the pleasure with motion and groans, your hands grasping the bed sheets. Back I go, enjoying the incredible texture of your outer and inner lips, the slickened sensations giving me pleasure to my core. Up and back, a little firmer, pushing harder against your clit, and again. I pause at the point of softer resistance, the entrance to your vagina. I give you a little. Your body asks for more, but I resist. The shallowest of thrusts, just the head of my dick, then all the way out. Again, and all the way out. The textures, folds, warmth of you are incredible, as your womanhood yields to me. Slowly.
I continue this slow, methodical cycle for an extended period of time. Your body’s response has been exquisite, however. The slow, deliberate effort has allowed both of us to grasp the full sensation of each other’s flesh. Slight changes in angle and pressure have grown the ecstasy to the point that we are both sure that you are soon to enjoy climax.
Your torso now resting on the bed, both of my hands on each of your hips, we’ve reached a harmonic rhythm. Your breathing, first more rapid and yearning in the pleasure, is now slower, deeper, accepting of the all-encompassing delight that is about to wash over you. As it begins to overtake you, I sense it throughout your body. I continue my pace as your muscles convulse around me, your body revealing all of your pleasure. My hands help to support your legs as you are completely encompassed within this pleasure. Slowly. It seems to be too much; it seems to be forever.
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