There is no such thing as too close when we fuck.
Yes, cowgirl gives an amazing view, doggy produces the best sound, and a prone bone can break any bed if done right.
But missionary? There’s something pure about that. Something passionate. It’s more than a carnal display of pleasure. It’s more personal, and I, for one, fucking love it.
We move together, grinding our hips in rhythm as we lose ourselves. It’s been a long day, and the second we got home, our clothes hit the floor.
First, we took the couch. Then the kitchen table.
Our tongues danced between our mouths, hands clawing aimlessly at our naked bodies as we fucked harder and harder with each thrust. Speed was not essentially, only that we felt every single inch.
The bed, however, was where we spent most of the night.
We lit candles at some point during the dash upstairs, flicked the lights and climbed onto the bed.
I spent the first half hour or so content between your spread legs, tongue writing a sweet tattoo on your sweet, wet pussy. To say I love giving oral is an understatement, and you can tell while I groan and growl to myself as I tuck in.