It was a beautiful spring night. Angela was coming over, so I had prepared dinner. When she arrived, she was a vision, clad in a form fitting, black athletic T-shirt that clung to her well endowed chest. Her t was tucked into a long black skirt that gripped tightly to the curves of her hips. We enjoyed dinner and a few moments of conversation.
Since I had prepared the meal, Angela insisted on cleaning the dishes after dinner. I turned on the radio to a local Top 40 station. As she washed the plates and glasses, her hips swayed to the beat of the music while singing along.
I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I began to kiss her lightly on the neck. My hands slowly untucked her t-shirt and began caressing the silky skin underneath. As I continued to kiss her neck, my hands moved upwards towards her breasts. I heard her gasp in pleasure as I squeezed her breasts through the lace of her bra.
Her breasts are lovely. They are fully her own. There is nothing artificial about them, 38-DDs with large nipples that become rock hard with the slightest attention. Any man would love to hold them in his hands.
I continued kissing her neck while rubbing her breasts through the lacy material. Her hips were still swaying. But, now she began to grind her hips into mine. I enjoyed the grinding. The evidence was soon pushing into her backside.
She finished the last of the dishes and turned around. We began to kiss, passionately. Her hands fell to my pants. She tugged the button open and pulled down the zipper. She grabbed my cock through the material off my boxers. She stroked it with lustful intentions.
In the meantime, my hands had opened the front clasp of her black lace bra. My hands grabbed her breast. My thumbs played with the buds at the apex of each mound, squeezing them between my thumbs and forefinger. As our kiss deepened, Angela moaned with delight.
My right hand dropped to her waist and around to her ass, cupping a handful and pulling her closer. I began to pull up the fabric of her skirt until I found the edge of the hem. Once beneath the hem, my hand rushed up her thigh and cupped her bare cheek. Our kissing deepened. I knew I had to be inside her. My hand left her cheek and moved to the junction of thighs and her found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“We’ll, aren’t you a naughty girl. It seems you forgot to wear any panties!” I whispered in her ear. My fingers entered her slit. She was already damp. I found her clit and massaged it with my thumb and middle finger. She moaned in pleasure. She began to grind on my hand. I broke our kiss and guided her to the table behind me. I urged her to sit on the edge of the table. I dropped to the floor and grabbed her right leg.
I began kissing at her knee and slowly moved down her thigh until I reached her pussy. I nuzzled my face in the small triangle of hair that pointed directly to her dripping slit. I kissed her at the point of that triangle. My tongue found her clitoris. Her back arched forcing my face deeper between her legs. My right hand joined my tongue. Soon she was grinding on my face and writhing in pleasure.
“OH MY! YES! OH! OH! OH!” She screamed as she reached the height of pleasure.
She sat up and pulled my head to her face. She kissed me as hard as she ever had, tasting the remnants of herself on my lips.
“Fuck me! I need you inside me!”
She pushed down my pants and boxer and grabbed my cock pulling it towards her dripping cunt. I rubbed my cock’s head against her pussy. Once it was adequately greased up with her love’s lube, I plunged into her pussy.
She was so moist and tight. I almost lost it and shot my load as I entered. I paused momentarily to gain control. As soon as I felt comfortable I began to thrust in and out of her. I grabbed her legs and put her feet on my shoulders. The new angle allowed me to plunge deeper. She squealed, “OH LORD!! YES! YES!”
I plunged into her over and over again. Each thrust drove us both closer to the edge. I grabbed her tits, bent over, and kissed each breast. I sucked each nipple, flicking my tongue across each nub. The extra attention was all she needed to push her over the edge again. She pulled me in close as she orgasmed. Doing so caused me to plunge deeper again and I began to reach the point of no return. I shot string after string of cum into her pussy.
After a few minutes I pulled out and helped her up off the table. We retreated to the restroom to clean up. Once we were, she kissed me again and asked, “What’s for dessert?”
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