She stretches her body in downward dog and flips around, hovering her dripping pussy and ass leaking over my face before splatching it down with a smack.
We consume each other and relish in the taste of each other’s bodies, both overwhelmed in subspace , before gravity dominates and the 69 is subverted from the horizontal plane to the absolute vertical — a perversion of tradition, a kinked up play on conventional milquetoast intercourses .
We jump to the task in uncontained excitement , our bodies buzzing with that impatient frustration of wanting to get to the release of tension… to get down to it, to really get kinky, and feel subversive and naughty…worse than what we were already doing in the cover up of our kitchen consummation.
We separate and both stand planted facing one another, eyes locked in knowing acknowledgment. We had crossed a threshold and stepped over into a door that we could not return from.
We hungered and our bodies shivered in shock at the chill of being a part after such an intense and mutual experience. The only thing next was to revert to our fundamental lust and complete our moment of kink in the kitchen.
A move that exists beyond the event horizon… because once we agree to the Flip, my arms turned and my hands on her hips and belly, her hands on my ass— there is the point of no return, the twist of reality, the warp of gravity, the surprised gasps and woos at the marvel of pure, sexplay. The forceful Flip and clasping together Spank into position of both of us , now completely turned on our heads in a primal and brute leap into one another, and catch each other by form- our climaxes united by Tongue and mouth connecting in upside down Standing 69.
I hold the dancer and we criss cross the room, spinning and relishing in ourselves before I set her down on the sofa and she raised herself back up onto her long and sturdy legs, hair static high, panting in a daze.
We sit for a few minutes, our loins glistening in the afterglow.
She quickly pulls on her sweatpants and shirt, and grabs the remote to turn up the tv. I get into my jeans, my legs aching, and put on my sweatshirt. She drapes her long, strong, milky white dancers legs over my belly and I put my leg over my knee in a measured distance. We both watch the tv as A and U unlock the front door and come into the family room with smiles on their faces to join us in an episode of TV, and we smile too at one another with our eyes that everything before us lay unbenounced to them on that couch and in that kitchen…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ejr774/quiet_kinkies_part_2