“Come here,” I say admiring my boyfriend walk toward the bitter cold to shut the window in his delightful basketball shorts.
“What?” He turns to me.
“Leave the window open, and come here.” I say dropping my lacy black bra to the floor.
“But-”
I begin walking closer to him, and upon approach, my arms droop to his knees, to his thighs, and I rip his precious shorts off of him. Revealing his strong, hard cock to his neighbors and the family of squirrels in his oak tree. Then I stroke him off, “I couldn’t help myself,” I say clenching the skin off of my starved lips with my teeth. “You just looked so yummy in those shorts.” Then I remove my hand from him, and lick my hand clean down to the last drop of his sweet cum.
I trail back up him. Up to his toned caramel back, glowing in the moonlight. I reach below his shoulders, past his armpits and I yank him into me.
“Uh-gah.” He groans.
I bow my head down his neck, prying my lips open for just the width of my dripping, thirsty tongue– and I sigh; breathe down his neck.