I approach her from behind as she’s standing in the kitchen, gazing out the window.
Her curly brown hair cascades over her shoulders and my eyes travel down her back to the gentle curve of her hips and glorious ass, contained in a blue and white striped maxi dress.
The simple act of appraising her body causes my soft cock to pulse in my shorts, shifting and growing in anticipation.
Quietly I arrive behind her and place my hands around her waist as I gently kiss the bare skin I can find on her upper arms and below her hair between her shoulder blades.
She tenses, then relaxes. I hear her inhale deeply through her nostrils. I brush the hair to one side and passionately kiss and bite at her neck, eliciting first a gasp and then a contented sound in her throat. My free hand’s fingertips move up her side and around the graze a hardening nipple. Her ass eases back against me, moving up and down against the length of my very full erection as I begin to take liberties, a handful of her right breast and a handful of her hair forcing her head backwards to expose more of her delicious neck.
She escapes my grasp and turns to face me, a wicked smile on her perfect lips. It’s her turn to play the aggressor, and she reaches for the waistband of my shorts, untying them and letting them fall to the floor. My cock springs up and bobs in the air a moment before she takes hold of it.
Her face is in my hands now and our mouths melt into one another, kissing wildly as her left hand pumps my dick and her right pats my balls, quick, sharp blows making them bounce. I squirm and whimper into her mouth and she stops the assault on my balls for a moment, cradling them tenderly in her hand.
The tenderness lasts but a moment, and she begins to pull and squeeze. The pressure is at first exquisite, and my kisses take on a new urgency, but her hand closes more tightly and my knees buckle, our kiss broken by my groan.
I go to kiss her again but find her mouth closed tight. My searching eyes find hers, hoping for mercy, but finding only ice. When first we met, the most remarkable thing I noticed about her (well, let me be honest, after her ass) was her eyes. Deep and dark, disarming. But the familiar warmth is gone. I’ll pay now for letting my hands roam so freely over her body.
Her grip on my balls is steadfast. Her left hand gives my aching cock a long, slow pump, and syrupy precum drools out the tip. Her eyes remain locked on mine as she collects a great dollop on her finger, raising it into my field of vision.
Her tongue extends and she allows the salty-sweet honey she’s collected from my cock fall onto her tongue. What remains, she carefully licks away. Almost imperceptibly, the corners of her mouth lift into a grin. She’s trained me well. I lean forward and take her tongue into mouth, sucking it clean of my fluids.
We kiss deeply and she gives my balls a forceful yank, and my knees give way. I follow them to the floor, lest I lose them.
She looks down at me imperiously, and from my position kneeling before her, my face is level with the object of my most intense adoration, her delectable cunt. I can smell her arousal, and the musky scent does nothing but fuel my own. She leans back against the kitchen counter and lifts her dress, just enough so that I get her meaning.
I duck my head beneath it and she lets it fall behind me. The angle isn’t my most favored for servicing her, but there is no time, place, condition, or position in which I won’t greedily worship her pussy.
Once she senses I’m in position, she ceases leaning back and she steps forward, fairly mounting my face. My hands move to her thick, muscled thighs to help maintain balance, hers and mine. I’m instantly consumed by her need, all five senses overwhelmed by cunt. No consideration is given to my comfort, my ability to breathe, or anything besides her orgasm.
She’s soaking wet already, and she ruts all over me, my pores saturated by her. My tongue desperately pursues her clit, but it’s elusive, and she doesn’t seem at all interested in letting me make her finish. This climax will be her doing, my participation merely to provide friction. I gulp in breaths whenever I can, the heat and darkness collapsing everything around me into laser focus on her altar. My nose may break, my neck fracture, I may lose consciousness. None of it matters.
I suck and lick whatever comes within reach of my tongue, struggling to breathe and swallow, and all at once it happens. With a great gush and yelp of surprised ecstasy from her, she climaxes powerfully. It runs down my chin and all over my face as a child racing to eat an ice cream cone before it melts on a hot day. I’m drenched. Her thighs flex around my face and everything spasms. My own cock throbs and pulses, my hips churning involuntarily, desperately fucking the air.
She takes several moments to compose herself before peeling the maxi dress up over her head and letting it fall to the floor. She giggles upon seeing the mess she’s made of my face and hair and she saunters away toward the bedroom, marvelous ass swaying as only hers does.
I crawl behind her, turning the corner to find her propping up pillows before laying back and spreading her legs, running a single finger up her swollen opening, then beckoning me forward with it.
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