(This episode is rated 21)
He tasted of the sweet oranges. The kiss was
deepened with every motion of our tongues. He
pressed me against himself, making my boobs
rub against his chest and against my silk gown. The feeling was sensational, especially as he rubbed against my firm buttocks since my gown had already slid up from the ruffling we were engaged in. He moved his legs unto the couch so I was lying symmetrically on top of him. The groping and deep kissing continued with him
pulling down my straps to gain access to my waiting oranges. I let out a soft moan as his hand made contact with my left boob.
He squeezed gently and I moaned a little louder. I
became aware of his groin area as the bulge propped me up significantly. Vincent was blessed in that domain. The thought of that thing propping me up like that left me in a slight disarray. He brought me back from my brief reverie, even inside a very ecstatic moment, when he kissed my neck and found his way to my bared nipples. He kissed them like they were all that mattered to him. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his head, lost in the warmth of his mouth over my nipples. I just wanted to die for the first time in my life. My moans accelerated into half screams when he located my pant and began tugging at it. He made it to my drooping wetness. I wanted to explode. maid of honor wearings cost below $100 in coral
Hmmmm... I reacted to his torment by locating
his erection from under his nightwear. My hand
felt like I was handling an electric pole. I couldn't
wait to have him inside me. From the way he
panted under me, I could tell he felt the same
way. Adrenaline was pumping, evident in the
throbbing of his warm, veined erection. We were
high and uncontrollable at this point. Our wanton
desires had a better part of us.
He quickly turned the table in a swift movement.
Before I could should, I was lying with my buttocks propped in front of his throbbing rod. He
positioned me well and slowly slid his hardness
into me. Awww... I hate to remember and reminisce on this feeling of complete fulfilment. He rode me
from behind in accelerating speed until we were both yelling in forlorn Exactas. He continued to gratify his horniness while sending me all the way to cloud nine like a rocket on a mission to explode my long time starvation.
He rode me until we both came. Little did I
know the journey just began. He carried me into my room, the guest room, and threw me on the
bed. He undressed me until there was no fabric left on me, his eyes lit with desire. He pulled his
nightwear and pair of boxers and dangled that
fierce and ruthless beast in front of me. "What now?" I enquired with a knowing smile. He smiled from the corner of his lips and said, "our night just began." He joined me on the bed and the red night
continued. From giving heads to blow jobs and
several rounds of unrestrained sex. I was my
malleable personality for Vincent, assuming any
shape and position, trying out every style that came to mind. He was well experienced and capable, never tired out one bit. I felt sore in my private part but never wanted to spoil the night. Not until we slept off in the wee hours of the morning did I get a chance to rest. When I woke up it was almost
twelve o'Clock and Vincent was nowhere to be found. I smiled to myself at the thought of the events of the previous night. How else could
heaven be defined? I stretched and felt a slight
headache from a corner of my head and yearned for water to drink.
Just a little distance from me, my phone rang. It
was a text message alert...
Upon reading the text I became worried...
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