That night Heather came to him in his dreams; her long hair freshly washed, smelled of jasmine and it shone under the light of a crescent moon as they danced on his verandah to the unwavering beauty of Mozart and Grover Washington Jr. Her, soft delicate hands caressed the nape of his neck, her large heavy tits pressed up against him, and her hips pressed against his with an urgency he couldn’t deny. They kissed softly, slowly, gently, like a whisper, a breeze, and slow song. Heather’s lips were as soft as rose peddles, the perfect complement to his own, and her skin smelled of musk oil, which intoxicated him, making his knees slightly weak and cock rock hard.
The dream switched tracks as dreams often do, and he was inside her. They were both naked, the lights were dimmed, and the sounds of Grover Washington Jr. filled the room, setting the rhythm for their dance of primal pleasure. He entered her from behind, slowly, probing, parting her puusy lips with the head of his throbbing member. Further still Jamal slid into heaven; Heather was slick as an eel, warm and tight, her muscles pulling him all the way inside her, and then pushing him out in a steady rhythm. Jamal’s hands held her heavy tits, her large areolas were a rich dark brown, and he rolled her hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers, making his cock throb in sweet pleasure. Heather moaned deep down in her throat and the sound made him pump her even harder; she matched his rhythm with her hips stroke for pleasured fucking stroke. And then they stopped, each feeling the other, locked together in pleasure, passion, pussy and penis. Jamal gather Heather’s long hair in his hands and gently pulled her to him; lips locked, tongues danced, moans escaped as Jamal started fucking Heather again. Sweat rolled down brown and bronze bodies as they fucked heedless of time.
Heather’s orgasms began to build as Jamal pumped her pussy relentlessly like a well-oiled machine he fucked her, his hard cock throbbing, coursing, finding the center of her. She lost herself and soon sweet pleasure shot through her and her pussy’s grip on Jamal’s cock first intensified then slackened, and then tightened again as spasms of pleasure charged through her.
Jamal charged in, sinking his cock deeper inside her sweet warm garden, until his balls slapped Heathers now engorged clit over and over giving rise to more pleasure for his treasured paramour. Jamal pumped Heather cunt harder and faster as his own orgasm took hold; he felt his cock about to release so he tightened the muscles around the base of the shaft in an effort to stave off the ejaculation, but then it exploded, pumping his warm creamy load deep inside Heather…Jamal woke in the night, sticky and wet, his seed spent on his legs and on the sheets, a smile upon his thick lips.
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