With their bodies glowing under the first light of dawn a sigh escapes her. Their lovemaking had been powerful last night, yet she craves to have him between her thighs once again.
She crawls over to him, slides her hand across the taut muscles of his stomach and traces up his side and across his broad, firm chest. His hazel eyes begin to flicker open, as she closes her own eyes, takes his face into her hands, and places a kiss on his forehead. Her gentle kiss brings a lascivious smile to his lips. She settles herself on top of him, rocking her hips sensually into his swelling manhood. She won’t be denied.
He hands wrapped around her throat and though he grips her tight enough that he can feel the racing pulse of her heartbeat she still whispers for him to squeeze even harder, just as her pussy grips around his cock and squeezes him with all its might.
Now fully awake the couple shift positions. The woman is still gently riding while the man is now sitting on the edge of the bed, with his feet gripping the rug for extra thrust and balance. Their movements are deliberate and slow, like a topical ocean on a clear day where the waves gentle break and teases at the feet as people lazily strolling down its shoreline. Gently. Steadily, taking his cock as deep as she can, making sure her pussy lips are memorizing every inch of its beauty. Over and over, with tiny little waves and lots of tender kisses.
When her face is red, he relinquish her throat. His hands trail down her back, sliding over her shoulder blades, her spine, and come to rest on her ass. A fresh shudder runs through her body as he grabs her cheeks firmly, pressing into its flesh. This is her favorite. That soft little rising and falling, as her ass being guided up and back down until it comes to a rest on his thighs. She take his cock inside her pussy as far as it can possibly go, until it’s pressing against some deep, unexplored depth of her soul. Feeling that heat, feeling his size and hardness splitting her open. Separating her from herself and reconnecting her in a way she had never felt before; fuller and more whole.
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Her hands are on his shoulders now, as she is sliding up his cock and then back down, grinding against his crotch. She is insatiable. With every shuddering breath, she feels his presence, the warmth of his body. Every time he slaps her ass, she can’t help but moan and beg for his to do it again. Harder.
Their breaths mingling, and his fingers spreading her butt cheeks as she feels his muscles straining as he is trying to hold on for dear life. She can feel his cock twitching and pulsing, and as he battles with desperation, gasping into her breasts, biting and growling into her neck. His grip changes, becoming firmer, greedy and powerful, pinning her down, holding her ass against your lap. Skin to flushed skin. And then with sigh of relief as his juices shoot up inside her. A bursting river, a flash flood, a surge of heat and love and madness, as arms wrapped around one another.
She presses her nose to the warmth of his shoulder as she feels him finish inside her. Her entire world is reduced to heat, wetness and sweat. All culminating in a thirst that will soon start again. A wanting to feel the way her pussy wraps around him. The way her muscles quiver and clench, desperate to squeeze every precious drop from him. To feel his release. To feel it rush inside her and gush into every crevice of her being and the need to surrender her body to him again.
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