Oh! Her Pussy

*Oh!* Her Pussy
Her pussy

Oh her pussy

Her pussy is strong

Her pussy drips

Her pussy has grown

To handle more pleasure

And to know more pain

Her pussy gives her strength

Her pussy makes her her

Her power is magnified by its ability to give and recieve

Oh how she loves her pussy

Caring for it tenderly

Each and every day of her life

And that’s how you handle a pussy

With tenderness

Even when it needs to be ravaged

It still must be done so

With a holy compassion

For her body and her will

The pussy is a beauty to be worshiped and adored

Bow to the Goddess in me as I get on my knees for the God in you. ;)

By- Sam Quick AKA Madam Mystic
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M/F: An Encounter with my lithe, slim step-daughter (Part 2).

She pushed me back on the sofa, so I was at least partially disabled by the softness and depth of the cushions and in so doing she stood. For a moment I was able to see the whole of her; the shirt still unbuttoned and her breasts just hidden by the wrap of the cloth. At her waist a broad, black, silver studded leather belt was pulled around the slimness of her waist, leading to a tight pair of tight black, figure hugging pvc jeans which accentuated every curve of her long, strong, slim legs.

Stepping forward she allowed her weight to settle on her knees as she straddled me trapping my legs between hers. My eyes were level with her breasts. She pulled the shirt apart and let it hang loose. “Do you like me?” she whispered, a slight note of harshness in her husky voice. I nodded.

“Do you like me?” she repeated. “Answer me.” She pinched hold of my forearm and began to twist the flesh, not letting go but increasing the pressure. Her other hand was hard on my chest pushed me back on the sofa. She twisted harder. “Well?” she smiled and again twisted.

My Therapist

Aya continued staring out through the glass at the pale-yellow daffodils that drooped, lifeless, from their pot on the windowsill, evidently having suffered weeks, maybe months, of neglect. 

“Aya?” 

Dr Shepherd’s voice resonated through the small, dimly-lit room, making her body twitch slightly in response, snapping her back to reality. She shifted in her seat, readjusting the cushion behind her so that it fit comfortably against the small of her back. 

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat, her voice having become hoarse in the moments since she had last spoken.  “What was the question?”

As often happened, Aya’s mind had wandered off, one thought snowballing into the next until it was almost as though she had been transported to another world, lost in a sea of thoughts and indecipherable feelings.

“I said, do you feel like we’re nearing the real issue that’s causing you distress, that you’ve eluded to before?”

Although his voice was soft and unthreatening, Dr Shepherd emphasized the words slowly and deliberately, his brown eyes boring into hers, into her soul, Aya felt. 

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“Here we go, three beers and one white wine,” I said cheerily as I returned with the drinks.

“I sure need this Mr. Braithwaite, I mean Greg,” Mick corrected himself.

“I’d say you earned it Mick,” said Nicole with a cheeky grin on her face

I had to agree with her. Mick had been outstanding. He fucked Nicole with gusto and then submitted his impressive cock to my wife Fiona for her to suck it dry. I could be jealous if I wasn’t so impressed.

“I’m not sure I want the wine to wash the taste of your cum out of my mouth, Mick “said Fiona in all seriousness.

Mick blushed a little, but it hardly concealed his satisfied look. He has every reason to be self-assured as he had quite a magnificent cock. After fucking Fiona and being sucked by Fiona, his erection had subsided, but now, 10 minutes later it had risen to full length again. Oh, the stamina of youth.

Back to His Roots: Chapter 12 The Final Chapter

Jake stepped to one side, grabbed Joe by the arm and flipped him to the floor with a thud. Joe burst out laughing as he caught his breath and got to his feet, running his hand through his short brown hair.
“I thought I had you that time.” he laughed, shaking Jake’s hand and slapping his shoulder.
“Keep at it. The only way we get better is through practice.” Jake said, his mind still in training mode.
“Still impressive Joe. You did great.” Bree shouted from the side of Jake’s training room.
Jake and Joe walked to the side of the room where Red and Bree watched their sparring session and Red handed Jake a towel, admiring his sweaty, shirtless body.
“How about you give us a lesson?” Bree asked, slowly panning her eyes up and down Joe’s smaller, yet still impressive form.
“Well, we could teach you both some self defense techniques?” Joe suggested, looking to Jake for approval.
Jake nodded.
“If you want to. You are more than skilled enough to show them the ropes Joe.” Jake suggested.
Red eyed Jake over and took his hand in hers.
“I’m good. How about we leave these two alone and we do some “training” of our own in private?” Red suggested.
Jake smiled and glanced back at Bree and Joe who were already crossing to the centre of the room. Red led him out of the training room and into the bathroom, turning on the shower before letting her shorts drop to the floor, leaving her in a fine black g-string. Jake did all he could to stop his mouth opening wide in disbelief. His heart began to race at her incredible form and he watched in silence as she slipped her red singlet up over her head, letting her bare breasts fall back to their natural position with impressive firmness. She stepped into the shower, g-string still on and let the water run down her face and long red hair.
“You going to join me? I’d love to wash you.” she said seductively, licking her lips.
Jake dropped his pants and obliged her, stepping into the water and dropping to his knees. He ran his hands up her waist as he licked around her smoothly shaven labia. She ran her hands through his wet hair, lightly digging her nails into his scalp in pleasure as Jake’s tongue worked it’s way inward to the inner sanctum, flicking his tongue across her clitorus. Red gave a pleasureable moan as she allowed her g-string to slip to floor, giving Jake more access to his desires. He kissed his way up from her juicey pussy, past her belly button and stopped at her breasts to admire them. He pinched at her nipples with the perfect amount of pressure for maximum stimulation as he let his penis enter her.
Red hitched up her leg around Jake and stared deep into his eyes as she drove his penis into her, giving him a look that he fully understood.
“Deeper, harder. Fuck me harder Jake.” she ordered.
The pair continued their intimate fuck session until Red hit her limits and let out a ferocious orgasm that could only be described as primal. She dug her nails tightly into his shoulders as her whole body shuddered with pleasure. Jake withdrew his penis and Red got to work immediately, dropping to her knees and taking his shaft into her mouth. She sucked and slurped on his member, flicking her tongue around the tip while fondling his balls with her free hand. Jake moaned as he placed both hands against the wall, he could feel himself just about ready to give his troops their marching orders. With just the right amount of pressure, Red’s finger traced and rubbed Jake’s butthole. He gasped and shot a thick wad of baby batter into her mouth, which she swallowed gleefully.
“My god. who are you?” he asked breathing heavily.
“I’m the woman of your dreams.” she seductiudy said, standing up and leaning in to kiss him once more.

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Sarah starts out as a swim instructor, but soon finds that Chase wants
to spend some time with her in the locker room.

Just the Three of Us

I stand in front of your door, nervous but excited. This is
the first time I have been invited to your home. The first time I will meet
your wife. I look down at my outfit and brush away an imaginary piece of lint. I
reach up with my hand and ring the doorbell. The sound of a deep chime
reverberates through me, I squeeze my thighs together to relieve some of the
ache between my legs.
I am not sure what to expect. Your invitation was cryptic. Come
for dinner, meet the wife, drink some wine, and have fun. I check myself and
remember to be in my best behavior as I hear footsteps approaching the door. The
door opens and you stand there, charming as ever, inviting me inside and giving
me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I smile, trembling slightly as I pass you my
coat to hang up, then pass you a bottle of wine I brought. I carry a small
floral arrangement as a hostess gift for Amanda.
You guide me into the kitchen and introduce us. Amanda
smiles and shakes my hand, we exchange pleasantries. She is stunning. Beautiful
red hair, great smile, bright eyes. Tall, lithe and graceful. As you hand me a
glass of wine you smile at me. A sly look on your face. I return the smile as
you start up a conversation between the three of us. The evening progresses. A
couple of bottles of wine, diner, and some Grand Marnier. We have all relaxed
in each other’s company. Sitting in front of the fireplace, on the plush carpet.
The warmth and the flames enveloping us in a muted glow.
You tell a funny story about your family, and we all dissolve
into laughter. Amanda, still laughing, moves in to give you a brief kiss. Then
you kiss her back, lingering. Feeling a bit awkward, I look away and top off everyone’s
liquors. I turn back around to find you and Amanda watching me. Before I can
react i feel your hand on the side of my face. I turn to look at you and get butterflies
in my stomach. I know that look in your eyes. I nervously glance at Amanda. She
is watching you and still smiling. You lean into me and gently kiss my lips. I
move my head back, trying to play it off like it was a friendly kiss. Amanda
whispers “It’s ok Sandra.” I look at her again. She smiles encouragingly. I
look back to you as you move in for another kiss. This one more firm,
insistent. Your hand caressing the side of my face. I begin to kiss you back as
Amanda reaches for my hand. Raising my hand to her mouth she gently licks the
center of my palm and entwines our fingers. My senses are trying to register
receiving attention from two people at once.
You and I separate, slowly. Amanda leans towards me,
questioningly. I lean in and kiss her gently. That was different. I have never
kissed another woman before. Her lips are soft and tempting. We kiss again,
then pull apart and look at each other. With the third kiss we move closer
together, our lips opening and tongues entwining. I sense you move behind
Amanda and begin kissing the back and side of her neck. I move my hands to hold
her face, moving closer still as our kiss continues. I feel your lips on the
back of my hand, sucking at the tips of my fingers. Your hands reach around
Amanda to massage her breasts and she gasps, breaking our kiss briefly. I lean
back and take in the scene playing out before me. You are pressed up against
her back, kissing her passionately now, your hands alternating between cupping
her breasts and undoing her blouse. I help you with the last of the buttons and
push her bouse off her shoulders.
She shivers as you trail your fingers to the back of her bra
to release the hooks and I pull her bra off. The firelight is dancing across
her breasts. Her nipples getting hard. I move my head forward and capture her
left nipple in my mouth. She sighs as she continues to reach back to kiss you.
Your right hand cupping her other breast and playing with her nipple. I watch
what you are doing as I move my tongue around and tug with my lips. I note
what you do and begin to mimic it on my side. Your right hand moves down her
torso, releasing the button and pulling the zipper down on her pants. I see
your middle finger slip into her panties to rub her clit. She moans quietly as
your finger works her, briefly. Then you remove your finger. I catch your hand
and watch your eyes as I bring your hand to my mouth and close my lips around
your finger, slick with Amanda’s arousal.
I suck on your finger and feel you move around to be in
front of me. I am still sucking on your finger when you put your arms around me
and bring your head down to kiss me. We kiss long and slow. I move my hand down
to grasp your hard cock through your pants. I feel you shudder and hear you
moan as I rub firmly, stroking your length through your pants.
Amanda has moved around behind me and is now playing with my
breasts and nibbling on my ear lobe. You release our kiss and lean forward to
kiss her again over my shoulder. Amanda removes my shirt and bra and I feel my
pants getting wet as she cups my breasts from behind. Your tongue and teeth
replace Amanda’s hands on my breasts, and I feel her reach her arms around me
to undo my pants. Her hand slides down to play with my clit. I am in total
sensory overload with your lips travelling over me, your hands playing with my
nipples, her lips on my neck and her hand massaging my clit. I feel like I am
getting close to cumming. My breath speeds up. You know my signs and stop,
easing away from me. I reach forward to undo your pants. I push them and your
briefs down your thighs, running my fingers up and down your hard cock.
I gently push you back, so you lay down on the carpet. As
Amanda stands, she starts to give a cute, sensuous striptease as she removes
her pants and panties. She sinks to her knees and crawls towards you to kiss
you. I am working your pants and briefs down your legs to remove them. I watch
your face as I slowly crawl up your legs, leaning down to bite your thighs now
and again. Amanda is kissing your lips as she moves to straddle your chest. I
hear a long, low moan come from her lips as your tongue finds her clit. Your
precum is flowing now and I feel my mouth water. I lean over to lick it up from
your abdomen. As I hover over your shaft, I gently bite you, feeling my teeth
scrape over the sensitive skin of your cock. I repeat the movement, moving my
way up the shaft until I can take the head between my lips.
I begin to suck and move my tongue over your head as my
fingers trail around your lower abdomen. I take your head into my mouth and
begin to suck on it and caress it with my tongue. Teasing your sweet spot as my
hand moves to cup and play with your balls. I run my fingernails lightly over
your inner thighs and balls as I move my head up and down on you, taking you
deep into my throat. Your tongue is moving over Amanda’s clit and I am watching
her hips gyrating over you. Her breathing is hard and it sounds like she is
close to an orgasm. I release your cock from my mouth, remove my pants and
panties and straddle you.
As I ease you into my tight, wet pussy, I reach forward and
nibble on Amanda’s neck. She leans back towards me slightly and my hands move
around to play with her breasts. I fuck you slowly, but steadily as I lavish
attention on your wife. I reach between my legs and coat my fingers in my
juices and move my hand to push my wet finger against her anus. Pressing gently
at her opening and making circles around it. As I feel her getting closer to
her climax, I begin to push my finger in and out of her anus. She cries out and
reaches back to kiss me as I move up and down on your cock. I can feel her body
shuddering and shaking as her climax takes over her body. I ease my finger out
of her and hold her against me until she regains her senses, still moving your
cock in and out of me.
Amanda climbs off you and lies down to catch her breath. My
hands are on your abdomen as my hips gyrate on you. You sit up, wrap your arms
around me and kiss me deeply. Your hands are on my ass, helping me to move up
and down faster and harder. I can feel my climax building, but I am not ready
for that yet. I stop and get off you. You groan as your cock falls out of me
down to your abdomen. I point out that Amanda looks like she needs some
attention. You look over to find her still shaking and shivering from her
orgasm. You move behind her and take her in your arms, pulling her into your
lap. As you hold her your cock is brushing up against her trembling pussy. As
her breath begins to even out her hips begin to move. You begin to move and
grind against her as well and after a couple of minutes you pick her up and sit
her down on your cock.
You are rubbing her clit while she slowly grinds on you. You
shift down a bit, so your upper back is braced on the couch while the two of
you fuck. I move towards you and lift Amanda’s left leg and put it down on the
outside of your left leg, then do the same to the other. She is wide open and
vulnerable. She lays back on your chest and I move in between your legs to kiss
her. She kisses me back forcefully, holding my head in her hands. Then I lean
in further and kiss you. I settle back on my heals and lave at Amanda’s nipples
with my mouth, then pinching the nipples between my fingers.  I kiss my way down her body until I am in
front of her pussy.
She is stretched wide as your cock moves in and out of her
slowly. I have never given oral to a woman before and I am excited. Hoping I do
a good job. I trail my index finger from the top of her lips to her clit. She
moans as I put a bit of pressure there. I trail my finger further down and
touch you as I watch you move in and out of her. I feel you shudder. I lean
forward until I am laying down on my front between your legs. My tongue reaches
out and traces your balls and scrotum, then your shaft as I move up your body.
My tongue traces your cock as it moves in and out of Amanda. As I continue my
journey my tongue moves up to find Amanda’s clit. I begin to flick my tongue
over her clit repeatedly and she cries out. I look up and see your face as you
watch me pleasure your wife. Keeping eye contact with you I move down and lick
your balls and move my tongue over your cock as it moves in and out of Amanda,
then continue to return to her clit. I hear your voice speaking in low tones,
speaking to Amanda. Asking if she is liking the attention. Her body is nearly
overwhelmed with sensation. She is shaking and nearly crying as she says “yes,
please don’t stop!”
I have never gone down on a woman before. Unsure of my skill
and without prior knowledge of Amanda’s likes I pause and ask you to tell me
what to do. As you begin to talk, I close my mouth around your balls, sucking
on them, then run my tongue over you again as you keep fucking her. I am loving
the taste of Amanda and you combined. Having gotten enough information to get
started I return to her clit. Following your instructions. It doesn’t take long
before her hips are writhing around, her moans turning into yells. She raises
herself up slams herself down on you and starts to cum, yelling and crying as
her body writhes around. Your arms around her keep her steady. As she starts to
come down you gather her close and rock her for a moment until she has gathered
her senses. Grabbing a blanket off the couch she wraps herself up and lays down
to watch you and me.
You move towards me, pushing me onto my back. You push your
cock into me frantically as your lips close over mine. I moan as you start to
fuck me, slow, but hard. My nails dig into your buttocks as you thrust again
and again. I bring my legs up to grasp your hips between my legs and thrust my
hips up to meet you. You grab my hands, entwining your fingers in mine, pinning
them beside my head. Your pubic bone is pummeling my clit with every thrust and
I cum, yelling and squeezing your hands. I feel you tense up and a low growl
begin in your chest, growing louder as you start to cum inside me, dropping
your forehead down to mine for your final few thrusts, groaning loudly with
each one.
We kiss passionately with you still moving inside me, gently
and slow. You are still hard and after all the buildup, you aren’t done yet.
You flip me over and enter me from behind, biting down on my shoulder as your
hands pull my hips towards you. My hand moves to my clit and I start rubbing
frantically as you move quicker and quicker in and out. It doesn’t take me long
to get to the edge again. Your fingers and digging into my hips as I feel the
tension build. “Brian, I am going to cum again.” I say and you thrust harder.
“Fuck!” I yell as my pussy starts convulsing around you again. I am bucking
under you and moaning loudly as you start to cum as well. Your moans are raw
and breathy as I feel you filling me up with your cum again.
With your arm around me you pull us down until we are lying
on the carpet, spooning. Your cock is still inside me. You reach for a cushion
for us to share and a blanket from the hearth. You cover us with the blanket,
and we settle in with each other. I look over at the couch and comment “It
looks like we wore Amanda out.” She is passed out, snoring lightly on the
couch. A low, rumbly chuckle sounds in your chest. I fall asleep with your arms
around me and your hand idly playing with my nipple.        

NEW! Choose Your Own Adventure: Hostage situation turns into turbo-charged suck and fuck. (M/F) (ADVENTURE) (STRANGER)

“I swear to GOD I’ll blow this place to hell!”

Corey had never been in a hostage situation before. He was flat on his stomach, praying for it to end. An armed, mentally unstable man with with a grenade vest had taken the local supermarket hostage. All customers and staff were corralled into the bakery department storage room. The gunman barricaded the stores entrances with shopping carts and was on the phone with the hostage negotiator.

“I want the FCC to cancel all flights to Panama or I turn this place into a creator!”

Corey, along with a cashier, a cute young blonde with a dyed pink streak in her hair, were cable tied together at the wrist. Corey could smell the subtle musk of sweat emanating from her. She was terrified, so was Corey. The other hostages were: the manager, a 40 year old Vietnamese woman, a teenaged stocking clerk, an African-American woman with her daughter, and older white man and a 30-something young professional woman. Corey had felt sexual tension with the professional woman, a nerdy brunet with long legs and thin waist, when they made eyes over the vegetables.

Back to His Roots: Chapter 11

Several weeks passed since the night of the rave party and the traumatic events of that took place that night, and though some time had been put between then and now, the memory still lingered for all involved. Jake, through deep mediation managed to put the event in context, but nightmares plagued Bree day and night.
A simple knock on the door to her home that morning made her jump as she made her cup of coffee. She crossed the room to the door and opened it slowly, peering around the side as the outside world came into view.
“Jake? What are you doing here?” she asked with relief.
He smiled and handed her a pack of chocolates, looking at her tired eyes, her frazzled hair and sloppy attire. This was not the woman Jake knew, this was a traumatized woman who was suffering.
“I figured I owed you a visit. You come back to work today don’t you?” he asked.
She nodded, beckoning him to enter.
She sat on the lounge and let out a sigh, Jake sat opposite her on a soft, brown leather recliner.
“I just. I don’t know if I can go back there.” she stammered.
Jake nodded, letting her talk. He wanted to hear how she honestly felt with her most pure words; not polluted by verbal interjections or influence.
“I just can’t stop seeing him, that figure, those eyes. I can’t forget, I can’t even sleep with the fucking light off.” she cried.
Jake reached out over the coffee table and held her hands in his as she sobbed.
“I don’t know if I am ready Jake.” she said.
He stood up from the table, guided her to the centre of the room and sat on the shag rug. He gave it a pat, telling her to sit.
She sat beside him and Jake took out a small incense burner and lit up a stick, placing it on the floor in front of them. He placed one hand on his knee and took Bree’s hand in his other and closed his eyes. The incense burnt brightly and the sandalwood scent filled the immediate area.
“Close your eyes and think. Picture that night.” he instructed.
She attempted to close her eyes but her mind wouldn’t allow her to as if some self preservation was engaged in her brain to protect her from those thoughts.
“It’s okay, I’m here. Just breathe, feel the floor beneath you and let your eyes close.” he said.
Bree glanced at Jake who sat with his eyes closed, facing the front of the room.
“How could he possibly know that my eyes weren’t closed?” she thought.
Bree did as he said and took a deep breath, allowing herself to feel the shag carpet beneath her and the polished wood floorboards beneath that. Gradually, moment by moment, she allowed her eyelids to feel heavy and she closed them. She began to feel cold and the wind blowing against her. She opened her eyes to find herself standing outside the function room at the Capital Racing Club grounds. Standing before her, still holding her hand, was Jake.
“What? How?” she stammered.
“It’s okay. It’s a meditative trance. Don’t panic and just hold my hand. You’ll be safe.” Jake instructed as he led her towards the stairs.
“But why here?” Bree asked.
“You picked the location not me. It’s obviously still present in your mind and I want to help put it behind you.” he said, leading her up the stairs.
Bree looked at the storm blowing in, it felt so real. The cold hand railing beneath the palm of her hand, the biting wind, it was as if she were truly back there. They entered the function room and Jake led her down the stairs to the Finish Line Bar. As they entered, Bree stumbled and dropped to her knees, taking in the scene. Bagman held her against the wall, his grubby gloved hand around her throat with the other on her breast. Jake lie under a stack of tables as Andy fumbled with the lock of the shutter.
“That man. His hands, his eyes. I’ll never forget those eyes.” she whimpered as Jake helped her up.
They moved to the centre of the room behind Bagman and took in the scene.
“He had you against the wall. I was under some tables. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.” Jake said calmly.
Bree shook her head at him.
“No, you did. You did your best but he overpowered you.” she replied as the scene slowly started moving.
Jake slowly pushed himself from under the tables and then it froze again.
“No. I could have done more, I just didn’t allow myself to. Look.” he said, pointing to the image emerging from the stack of tables.
Bree crossed the room, still holding Jake’s hand and she looked at him.
“You look….scared? And angry.” she asked.
Jake nodded, remaining calm.
“I’ve thought about it every day since. I’ve meditated, I’ve reflected and acknowledged the whole night. I was scared, but not of him.” he explained.
“Then what?” Bree asked.
Jake shook his head once more.
“We aren’t here for me, we are here for you.” he explained as the scene began to move once more.
Jake’s form emerged from the tables and sprinted at Bagman, delivering a flying kick to the back of Bagman’s head. As he stumbled, Bree watched herself fall to the floor, his knife falling from it’s sheath and her keys tearing off her skirt. Bree then grabbed the knife and looked to Jake.
“That look there. That was the look of strength. You didn’t look for help, you looked for acknowledgment.” Jake said as Bree looked at the determination in her own eyes.
Bree brought the knife down on Bagman as he spun to her and the scene froze as the pair circled around the room and stood between the figures, the knife embedded deep in his shoulder.
“Look at your eyes, that isn’t fear. That is strength, the desire to live and the will to survive.” Jake explained.
Tears welled in Bree’s eyes and rolled down her tired face.
“Don’t let that night rule you. You are stronger than you know.” he explained.
The whole scene flashed in bright white as another lightning stike filled the room, Jake and Bree now standing atop the balcony once more in the wind, Jake’s form leaning on the the rail and staring at Bagman. Bree watched as he embedded the knife in the tree and took off into the darkness.
“He left the knife behind?” she asked.
“Yeah. I think it was a sign that he wasn’t done with us” Jake sighed, the image starting to blur as he let go of Bree’s hand.
They opened their eyes at the same time and Bree looked to Jake who was holding the large knife in both hands.
“What, why have you got that?” she asked, shuffling aside, scared momentarily.
“I took it before the police found it. It could be useful if he shows back up.” Jake smiled, holding it out in open palms.
“You want it?” he asked.
Bree grinned.
“Well it could serve as good bit of home defence.” she smiled.
They both stood up and Bree sat the knife atop the fireplace.
“Thank you Jake.” she said, wrapping her arms around him.
“No worries, just know that I’m always around if you need to talk.” he said.
“That and more.” she winked, grabbing him on the buttocks.

She Wore His Shirt – Only His Shirt [MF] [Seduction] [Tease] [Oral] [Con]

“This is perfect!” Stacy gushed to Joe as they walked along the stone path leading from the quiet Bed and Breakfast to their personal cottage. It had been ages since the couple had gotten time away for just the two of them. They were both looking forward to taking advantage of the quiet privacy afforded by the small dwelling. As soon as the door closed behind them, Joe dropped their bags to the floor and swept Stacy into a warm embrace and a deep loving kiss.

The kiss soon intensified as their mutual hunger for each other became apparent. They both decided that getting away from it all was the best idea they’d had in a long while.

Joe’s hands traveled down Stacy’s back, pressing her body even tighter into him. When he reached her soft, yet firm, ass his finger closed around the material of her skirt. He slowly began inching the material higher, bunching it into his fist until his fingertips felt her warm, smooth skin. Soon his hands were cupping both of her ass cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and their tongues danced lightly along each other’s lips.