We’re in your second-floor master bedroom. It’s a bright clear day outside, and the summer sun is almost overhead. Soon it’ll be very warm outside, but we’re more concerned with how hot it is inside the room.
You’re in a cotton robe, belt undone and the straps laying against your legs. The front is slightly open, enough to see the deep canyon of your cleavage, but not enough to see the fullness of your breasts or the pert nipples I love playing with so much.
The teasing top half is in sharp contrast with the naughty lower half, where the open robe continues and exposes the wiry hair of your bush nestled at the apex of your smooth thick thighs. This image, at once explicit and coy, confuses my brain. It crosses the signals between beautiful and sexual, sedate and wild, and it’s oh so enticing.
I’m wearing only a grin and a cock filling to half-hard.
We embrace. I push my hands between the robe and flesh on either side of your body, run my fingers around to your back and down to your ass as I pull you tightly into me. You let out a soft hiss as my cock strains against the tender flesh between your navel and pubis.