First story part 2.

He went to the kitchen and got them some water. As much as he wanted to taste her lips he wasnt to keen on tasting his own cum. While she drank it down he lead her to the bedroom thinking of the last time they were together. Because of time he hadnt had a chance to give her the proper attention she deserved, but today he was going to change that. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the dresser. Placing both hands on either side of her head he looked in her eyes and whispered “I’m sorry.”
Then he kissed her with 3 years worth of emotion as tears spilled over her lids. He truly meant it and hoped she knew it. He pulled her as close as he could, pouring everything he was into this kiss because this was it. He was hurting her and he hated himself for it. He hated how things turned out. Dont get him wrong he loves his life, but he could see that he had killed a piece of her, a piece that he was scared he would never see again. He loves her, forever and always but they both knew they could never be together again.
She could tell this was the final goodbye. That he was finally going to stop breaking her heart. She silently vowed to pour her entire being into this moment, this last, magical moment.
He started to yank his clothes off and she did the same, stealing little kisses and touching each new piece of skin that was revealed. Finally they stood and looked at each other. He gently pushed her onto the bed. She reached for his already hard cock, but he pushed her hands away. He knelt on the floor and spread her knees. Moving forward, he took a nipple in his mouth and gently sucked. He remembered what she liked. Holding that same tit in his hand he yanked his head back. She loves the noise and feeling of him doing that to her. She pulled his head back and pushed her breasts together so he could lick both nipples at the same time. He put her hands on the bed and started to kiss his way down, stopping every so often to nibble on her pale flesh. He missed her softness. He savoured every taste, committing it to memory.  He got to her knees and put a hand on each ankle, pulling them up to the bed. He could already smell her, the sweet scent brought a memory to mind. He was at work, thinking, so he put his hand under his chin and the aired stirred. He could still smell her on his fingers from the day before. Coming back the the present he pushed her knees out, so he could look up at her as he slowly, oh so torturously slow, leaned forward. He moved the small amount of hair above her slit with his nose. She let out a low moan. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out. Moving past the hair and spreading her lips he found that little bud of pleasure only he knew how to play just right. A few quick licks and she was already moaning louder.  He placed his tongue outside her hole and slowly made his way up to her clit.  Her hands were alternating between her own breasts and his head. He continued this delicious torture, a few quick flicks of the tongue on the clit followed by a long slow lick, every now and then sticking his tongue further in to tease her entrance. She was begging now. Up on one elbow she grabbed the top of his head and with the other forced his head closer. He was all to happy to give into her demands. Wrapping an arm around each thigh, he dove in. Tonguing her hole while using his nose to flick her clit, then taking it into his mouth and sucking. Giving her as much pleasure as she always gave him. Releasing a thigh he slid a finger inside her dripping pussy while he continued the assault on her clit. “Please, I need you!” She begged but he had decided to wouldn’t stop like he usually did. He kept going. She was calling his name, over and over again. Begging him to give her that sweet release. And he did because he was going to fuck her in a minute and he did not want her to be too tired. Burying his face in her pussy, he ate and licked and sucked every inch of it while she continuously cried out. Finally, he felt her cum. Felt her pussy walls contracting, spasming hard on his tongue and fingers. He pulled away and replaced his finger with his cock. He loved the feeling of her coming on it. He also knew she liked the taste of herself on him, lips and dick.

My first story.. [mf] [cheating] [oral]

He knocks on the door as she stands on the other side. She knows if she opens the door she’ll get what she wants along with the heartache of allowing this to happen again. She tells herself  “this is the last time ” as she slides the deadbolt open.
He walks through the door and looks at her as he shuts it behind him. She can see so much emotion in his eyes as he puts his hands in her hair. “God, I need you,” he says, as he pulls her close so he can bury his face in her neck. She wraps her arms around him as he starts to kiss and lick that one spot on her neck. Her knees go weak as he pushes her against the wall, pushing his full length against her. The ac kicks on, drowning out their moans. He slides her shirt up frantically trying to get to those beautiful, full breast that he has dreamed about. He doesnt bother undoing her bra, just pulling that massive tit out and slipping into his mouth. “Fuck!” It seems like they both said it at the same time.
Her hands reach down between their bodies, reaching for the zipper. She just had to have that hard cock she remembered in her hands. It took a little a minute for her to get it out of the zipper hole because he kept distracting her with what he was doing. When it was finally free she used both hands to push his shoulders back so she could get to her knees. Taking his cock in one hand and his balls in another, she looked up at him. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted nothing more than for her to swallow him whole, so that’s what she did. She spit on his dick and started to jerk him off, spreading her saliva all around. His hands went to her hair and she gave him exactly what he wanted. Opening her mouth she slid his entire length deep into her throat. “Oh god,” he moaned. 
She grabbed his thighs to steady herself as he began to pump his hips.
It had been so long, too long, since her lips had given him pleasure beyond belief. He couldn’t believe she was doing it again.  Her hot, wet mouth was so close to driving him over the edge but he didn’t want to stop. She could tell he was close and she was going to swallow his cum whether he wanted her to or not. He stopped moving because all he could think about was getting between another set of lips, hotter and wetter. But she was having none of that. She began to move her hand back and forth, going until her face was mashed against his hair. One hand still on his thigh, she used the other one to alternate between massage his tight balls and rubbing his shaft. When she began to hear the sounds she knew so well she used booths hands to help squeeze every last drop of cum down into her mouth and down her throat.  His hands her on the wall above head, keeping him upright, nails almost scratching the paint off while moaned her name over and over in ecstasy.
When she had finally drained him of every ounce of cum, he pulled her up and growled into her ear, “Your turn!”