Author: writerundone

That black bra strap. That’s all it took. As he stepped in the shower, his mind went back to the day before, at the table. They were both silent as they ate, but his eyes, they roamed over every inch of her red brown skin and landed on that strap.
He loved having sensitive nipples, many men found it gay, but he loved how they responded to touch. He began to to caress them as his mind took him on a journey. His right hand now stroking his cock, bringing him to an intense hard on.
Images of him kissing those lips he loved so much while freeing the two beautiful mounds of flesh constrained by that black bra.
He imagined laying her down, her legs up over his shoulders as he feasted, fingers exploring her her orifices, tasting her creamy center as she panted his name.
He now imagined standing over her, his hard cock ready to penetrate while he gazed at her breasts, his hands gently flicking her erect nipples.
As he stroked his cock, moaning her name, he grunted as he imagined pushing his full length into her, causing her to gasp and cling to him, their lips meeting again, then his trailing kisses down her neck to her collar bone, across her chest, to thos nipples he was so ecstatic to see. With hunger, passion, and lust, his tongue tickled and and sucked, making her react as he continued sliding in and out of her. She was close- and he was close. With each spurt of cum, he grunted through clenched teeth her name, with each burst his orgasm brought him that much closer to the floor of the tub, he couldn’t breathe, he stopped playing with his nipples and gripped his own thigh.
Fuck. That black strap, peeking out from under her shirt ..