A simple scene [mf] [oral] [mast]

He kicked the door closed behind him and kissed her until the air tasted foreign without her in it.

His tongue tingled and her vision flashed. His knee jerked and his dick twitched. A twitch gave way to a throb, the jerk of his to the buckling of hers. Eyeline meats waistline, The twist of a forefinger solving a buttons grasp. A second button. A third. The button on his briefs seeming latch among locks, sewn like the eye of a cock. The latch opened and the eye widened.

The buckling was contagious, as the bed cradled him and braced her. She kissed up his shaft until any saltiness was as foreign as the taste of his tongue minutes earlier, but they had both waded through the evening long enough. His vision was limited to the morphing shapes of windows, devoid of perspective within the close-up LED imagery of clenched eyes.

She came up for air and to share a smile, he craned over himself with every muscle to match her gaze, as she playfully pressed her cheek into his thigh to make him strain, his body flexing. Even the light around her face flexed as his eyes adjusted to the full-color reference of his mind’s morphing windows. She ran the tip of her nose through the underside ridge of his cock. his own elbows splayed under the weight of his throbbing heart as his back arched and his blood was once again redirected.

The fourth button had swollen during the flexing, and was only half hinged. The press of a wrist sprung it open, revealing the lump of his right testicle. While gently circling his ridge with a moist thumb, she nuzzled the fold of his briefs open, and rolled his exposed ball through the purse of her lips.

With her right hand she reached under her dress, she’d kicked her panties off when she heard him fumble with the lock on the way in. Pressing the knuckle of her thumb into her mound, she massaged her neat bush. She had felt wet since she first tasted his dick on the edge of her lips. She used the silk inner of her dress between her fingers to stimulate her clit, needing only the gentlest of circles and roundabouts.

Her moist thumb pressed through the fold under his head as her gentle grasp tightened, moving up and down his throbbing cock. The ball was sucked into her mouth now, being gently pressed and massaged with her tongue.

Her knees began to rock as the silk concerto began to make her anus clench. Her left wrist set into a gentle rhythm, focusing on his shaft, with just a forefinger grazing the lip of his head. The rhythm mimicked in her right, building pressure on her clit, offset and accented by the rocking of her knees. She felt her body begin to welcome the orgasm, she choked down deep on his cock, as the firm roundabouts gave way to a gentle, sporadic teasing.

She giggled as she crawled higher on the bed, her chest and torso dragging up the underside of his cock, leaving him writhing. Her heels bid farewell with a clap to the ground as her feet dragged to the covers. the covers which felt much better on her knees than the shag rug, as she drew her body up, breasts out of reach of grasping hands, but barely out of sight behind an even tighter grasping dress.
She had his manhood veiled behind a pussy-stained silk lining, pressing it into the crux of his head. Patience festered under the skin of his chest, as her body moved involuntarily, grinding her pussy over his now-exposed balls. Again she drew herself up, again he saw only windows, again she sank down. His grunt echoed her sigh, while her hips dragged up his thigh, and their love was lullaby to night.

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