“Up to the first floor” I said finally. Gripping the edge of the half wall that spanned the difference between staircases. Swinging myself around its sturdy design, still feeling drunk on the card game that happened downstairs. Reliving the last hand just before that prick overturned the table and his life as my leg, the one that smoked from a big drag of that peace pipe that had erupted only seconds before Haro’s twin pistols were sheathed as he staggered back from the mess he had made. To think of the way that table tumbled over. A way that might have made all the difference in winning and taking a dirt nap like Haro.
Knowing the way that victory always made me feel. Feeling the need to orgasm with a kiss or even a touch to my cunt. Rounding my way up those last set of stairs. Seeing the top of those stairs as stair after stair is breezed by. Hearing something, something cuming from one of those rooms to my right. The suction of skin, the echo of two frisky females who did not care about the public hearing.
The closer I got, the further up those stairs that made the distance shorter to my celebrity entrance possible. Each stair was butt a distanced memory as my boots collided with the floor. Pausing, listening to the frolicking females just on the other side of this door. Hearing laughter and gasps. Hearing the hard swallows that always cum on someone’s climax. Inserting the key. Only giving it a half turn as my ears were being filled with the passion of two loves being matched back together in a wild embrace that left the both of them naked.
On the other side of the door…
“Oh fuck Marie” as I grabbed this lost lover by the head. Pulling back on her raven locks. As I looked into her eyes. “Cum up here and kiss me on the lips” I said to Marie. Pulling on my last hint of strength I had left. Her head only being down on my chest.
Having already taken me up to the shining gates of Eden. Already showed me what lays on the side of the goddess gate, behind her playful lips. Sucking face, exchanging spit, groping some honest boobs and getting tangled up in each other’s arms butt this was only until I was on top. “Now my wife” sending a clear message by breathing into her ear. “You are mine tonight” as my breath left her ear. Gently tracing the left side of her cheek, drawing on her jaw line. “Mmmmmmmmm…” was not only heard butt felt as I moved down Marie’s neck. Kissing, nibbling as I descend further and further down. Bringing my kiss to a place where Marie’s heartbeat thumped against her throat. To where my lips sucked at each thump, to wear my mouth inhaled at the thud.
“I feel your heartbeat” my whispers being cast at Marie’s body. The way it responds, the way it stretches out for my tongue, for my lips. Dropping further yet.
Kissing her shoulder, allowing my lips to crest the top before dropping down the front side. Down to the swell of a breast. Down until the very edge of her areola. My smile up to my wife. Up to that edging O of a woman. Up till my hand touched a place where she never thought my hand would go.
Teasing her lips, tracing each one of them up to the hooded Goddesses home. The hooded goddess that only meant… Inhaling her nipple, casting all shame aside. My tongue lashed out at this tasty little bud of fruit that suckled at my spit. That convulsed at the pressure that my mouth was exerting as it lifted the nipple up off of her chest. Stretching the tit to the most unfair advantage that I could go.
Closing the gap in my teeth would have been my next logical step butt the one thing that aways processed is the lack of suction that would require. Crashing her titty back down. Letting it recover with my tongue still battering away at its smashed form. Now locking eyes with my conduit to the Goddesses. Pulling her full attention to what me and my mouth was going to do. Feeling her nipple, the same one that I was sucking this entire time. My tongue is retreating, the shocked almost stunned look on her face. The way my pearlesque teeth had gripped her nipple. Jerking that one tit so high in the air! The gasp of Marie, the sudden stab I felt as my finger touched the face under that hood on her wet fucking snatch.
Somehow I knew what Eva was doing this whole time. Butt knowing and living through it. Breathing in the last of my unrestricted air as my lungs squeezed back down against my back. Against everything that I had gotten used to in these past three years of not being able to full orgasm! Was now cuming through. My teeth are refusing to clamp shut. My hips are refusing to hold still. My lungs are no longer able to hold all of that oxygen stored up inside them. As everything responded in one massive orgasm of biblical portions!
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