Like today, waking up in bed and immediately thinking that this is the same bed where Adler was laying on her back, her thighs on my shoulders, her wrists tied to the slats and my tongue circling her clit. Remembering the soft skin of her thighs pressing into the side of my head, recalling how one hand would be resting on her hip bone, occasionally gliding up her body to caress and hold one of her breasts as I continued to kiss, to lick and suck her clit. Remembering her moving her pelvis up slightly as my tongue slid inside her, and remembering the moans as I started to use my fingers in unison with my mouth. Having one hand firmly on her nipple, my lips and tongue on her clit, while my fingers penetrated her cunt. All Adler could do was lay back and enjoy, moaning, breathing hard, fucking my mouth as she got closer and closer to finishing, her moans going quiet, her body tensing up as the orgasm hit her, and hit my tongue.After finally getting out of bed, and going to get in the shower I paused and recalled you in the shower with me, you standing but lent forward your hands on the tiles, your feet up on their toes. My hands on yours hips and my cock slowly entering your arse. I remember the water beating down on us as with each thrust I was getting deeper into you, going from short softer strokes to longer harder thrusts, you almost lifting off your feet as I’m beginning to slam into your tight arse. Your breathing is hard and shallow, my moans are loud at the sensation of this, and that’s before you start to push back in rhythm with me. I remember when your head turn to look at me, and your lips were parted, your eyes began to to roll ever so slightly, and it became too much to handle and I need to erupt inside you. I remember the pressure building, trying to stay in rhythm, but just wanting to fuck you as hard as I could until I came hard in your arse, feeling like I would stop cumming, my hands on your hips, my chest now resting on your back.Then after my shower I’m heading down stairs when another memory hits me, of me sat on on the steps with you kneeling a few steps lower. Your hand gently holding the base of my cock, your lips and tongue gliding over the head of me. I remember how hard I was, how soft your lips were as they parted over me, how intense your tongue felt as it circled my head. I remembered how you began to use your hand more, squeezing tighter at the base, before slowly moving up the shaft and beginning to stroke me as you continued to suck me. I then remember how without me saying how close I was you brought your mouth away and brought your gorgeous tits closer, now wanking me very hard. I remember your mouthing the words “cum, cum for me” as your hand worked my cock, the tip occasionally brushing your breasts. You must have felt me tense up as you held even tighter as my orgasm came, me moaning your name loudly as you wanked me, my hot cum exploding out onto your massive tits, the force hitting me hard in the stomach, as wave after wave, and pulse after pulse of cum covered your chest. Your hand still working me, you seemingly wanting every drop of me on your gorgeous tits.I move into the living room, my hand touching the table as I do, and a memory flashes into my head. A memory of clothes hastily thrown about the floor, a memory of you bent over the table, a memory of animalistic groaning, of my hand on your back pushing you down and my other hand in your hair pulling it towards me. I remember your hands scratching into the table. Your legs spread slightly, my throbbing cock deep inside your pussy. I remember how wet you were, dripping onto the table as we were fucking. I remember not being able to have enough of you, wanting every inch of me to be pounding into you, want you to feel every thing, wanting to hold you down and fuck you senseless and wanting you to cum hard over me. I remember your pussy tightening around me, your legs closing as you started to cum, and I remember that was what pushed me over the edge. Your body shaking, your cunt soaked and dripping, your breathing hard as you were face down on the table cumming with my cock deep inside you. My body shaking, my cock trembling and pulsing inside you, erupting and blowing inside you, my cum mixing with yours and dripping out of you, but we keep cumming together, my hands hard on your back, your fingers digging into the table as we slow down, spent, and wanting more.
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