I type up someone of me and wife’s food sex stories to send her later on, as foreplay.
It had been two weeks since we’d done anything. I knew as soon as you rolled towards me and started rubbing my chest that I wouldnt last long. You’d already stripped naked while I was washing up for bed, though I didn’t know as you were under the covers.
I let you do your thing, eventually working a hand down over my already pulsing cock. Kissing my neck. Stroking me on top of my boxers. When you couldn’t wait any longer you slipped your hands down under my waist band. I sighed at your touch.
Only a few slow strokes and your rolling fully on top of me, pulling down my boxers. Your hands move up my chest as your head moves down. I tense when I first feel your tongue slide along the bottom of my shaft. Twice. Three times. You turn your head, and without using your hands, take me into your mouth. Your tongue massages me expertly. When I slip out of your mouth, you begin using your hands in unison with your mouth. I’m already on the edge. I lift your head up, signaling to slow down. You sit up, kneeling between my spread legs, both hands stroking me slowly. You start to rock your hips with the rhythm of your hands. Pushing your mound into me. I feel your pussy, wet against my balls. You keep rocking, eyes closed. I realized you’re imagine fucking me.