English is my Second language. Bear with Me.
[Fireside] upon returning after hours of trecking through powder and slush… Ocassionaly slipping violently on greasy clay tucked away neatly beneath the snow, the pleasant lines of my cabin come into view. With damp underclothes resulting from my occasional barrage of exploding snowballs on your rump, and the sporadic…the sporadic pinned up roughly against a tree kiss. We open the door, that beautiful door in front of which we have sat in front of and stargazed a few times… It shuts with a reassuring thud and click. The sudden intimacy and assured remote privacy made both of your legs watery and heavy. Boots and jackets, and then ever more exciting layers are removed, until i am nearly nude. Eliciting a desperation that you had not felt in a few years, since you diacovered the fevered heat of your sexuality. Your lips open and blush. Without drama, i remove my last insulative layer. Instinctively you watch me sway side to side as i carry firewood. squat in front of my wood stove, and begin building fire. I come back when finished, and glare at your stunning figure in the flickering light.
… Bend me down spread apart my cheeks and coat your thickness with the slippery heat of my cunt. The tremendously dirty image is barely in your mind when I step forward still glaring at your form. The hard lines of my face soften as I make note of the quiet shiver of your breast with every heartbeat. Areolas dwindling as each budding nipple hardens in contrast with such downy skin. ?
Your eyes struggle with maintaining gaze as you sense my presence looming, our heat already growing steadily growing and swelling between us though we are not physically touching. A sultry scent arouses your senses. Anticipating my stiff form pressing open the origami entrance off your own delicate cunt, lips unfolding just perfectly as the magic flowers that you used to place so carefully and watch them well reshape themselves as they unfurled… Opening wet for my shape and size and and you begin making scents of your own. You note my nostrils flaring in response to the growing slick spot on the fabric of your revealing leggings. You look down, expecting to see a prize cock at full mast. It is throbbing low, head only half revealed. As if a sheet were only pulled halfwah back on a table trick. No silver having been knocked over, but the trick is only haveway there. No moment for a stunned gasp of approval yet. A little hurt, you look back at my chest. The sudden movement of me stepping towards you startles you. I can taste you already… The reverberations of my voice soothes you and your legs open submissively without a moments hesitation, allowing my left leg and my cock to slip between them. Within moments of being confined my sex has sprung heavily and greedily to life. Pressing an inappropriate trench into your underwear. You can even discern the head resting like an angry caged animal between your tightly squeezed thighs. Squeezing my thigh and manhood between your own clothed thighs has only had the effect of making your cunt as wet as it ever possibly can get. Words have failed you. It wants to be inside of you; slippery wet with the possibility of it, your cunt advertises it’s availability with a bold cocktail of a dick-stiffening-bouquet. Weak from not constantly having my heavy dick inside of you, and the fastest way there is by a lick of your lips and it is on your tongue, tongue dancing around my dangerously stiff manhood. It threatens to spew decadence into you and all around you, and all over you. You could stop…
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