When it's three a.m. in the morning and the stiflingly hot weather is ruining your eternal rest, the first thing that you do is get out of bed, and go straight for the electric refrigerator. Right after a nice and coldness exhibitioner, of course.

That's exactly what a certain dark-blonde womanhood was doing on a stiflingly hot night. After a raspy day at oeuvre, not being able to sleep was making her very uncomfortable. Even as she pulled open the icebox door, her ripe and Pres Young body was covered in nothing but a brown tank-top that clung tightly to her wet curved shape, barely hiding her plus. She felt the drop of water that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant quick currents of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of cold coffee ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in thrall of the cool air leaking from it. Her nipples perked up, hardening quickly in response to the joy that coursed through her organic structure.

Like any reasonable person, she knew that she should n't keep the refrigerator door open like that for too long. Groaning about the iciness she was about to drop off, she turned around and closed it with her toned forearm, her hands pulling open the lid of the ice-cream tub. Greedily, she put in her mouth, the first cold bite of afters relief.

She moaned with satisfaction as she felt the gooey chocolate cream melt in her oral cavity, and then run down the cover of her pharynx. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them - the discernment of ice-cream can do that to pretty a good deal anyone on a hot day or night - and made her way to the bedroom, where her partner and lover lay sleeping.

She knew he was mad at her when she came home to find out him asleep two 60 minutes ago. He hated that she ran late at the office so often, but she loved being a lawyer. She was known to take on the hardest font, and the other lawyers called her the"bitch in court ”. She did n't mind their jealousy, and she definitely did n't heed being her devotee's bitch by night. But she had messed up again tonight, by forgetting to set her alarm to prompt her to go back base again. Even though the weather was hot, she knew she would get plenty of cold shoulder in the approaching days.

Right now though, he did n't seem tempestuous lying there on top of the rag, his full, muscled back lightly covered in droplets of sweat induced by this god-awful heat. He did n't reckon frigidness at all. What she saw of him, made her torso blossom with renewed heat. It was n't a rut one felt because of the weather ; rather something often stronger and deeper- a raging need within the core of her womanhood.

"I think I might need a exhibitioner again,"she whispered quietly as she neared the bed toward the prone form of her lover.

She held the tub of ice-cream in both hands, letting the cold seep into her palm, and then, as she went to slide her moistening pussy, against his thigh, she let her cold hands explore the gallant of his gorgeous ass.

He awoke with a gasp, and she lifted her hips slightly to let him plow over onto his back. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips softly nibbling his as she continued to gently rub her genitals against his thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting the chocolate on her mouth, as her hands moved to his venter, and then further down, reaching that hot throbbing part of him that was already backbreaking and erect. She moaned as his handwriting cupped and gently mauled her breasts, and at how hot and unvoiced his shaft of light felt between her tiny cold fingers.

She broke off their candy kiss with a groan, and then leaned down again, her lips exploring his torso, her tongue leaving trail of saliva to mingle with his elbow grease, when suddenly, without any word of advice, she brought her lips to his pulsing man-meat and engross his warm beam with her mouth. Her backtalk, which must have felt stale to him at the instant when her back talk went past the head of his dick, quickly warmed up as she dragged her tongue along his length. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as she started bobbing her head on his cock, and her still some-what sang-froid finger's breadth played with his balls.

She started moving her head faster, slurping and sliding it over the headland of his beam of light as her little hands held the Base of his dick. Soon she felt the cum building in his egg, and just before he could turn, she quickly scooped up two spoon of ice-cream and dumped them on his prick, using her hands to rub the frigidity around his diaphysis. He screamed and his prick tried to quail away from the cold. But the bloodline pounding through it kept it prissy and hard. Not fearing the punishment she knew she was bound to encounter anyway, she massaged his gumshoe with the ice cream : to be stronger, colder, knowing that the termination would be harsher, angry, and thus, all the more desirable.

His scream broke off in a growl and she felt him grabbing her and pushing her onto the bed on her tummy. She let go at that period, surrendering control to her fan and smasher as without any warning she felt his hot heavily dick jabbing into her dripping pussy. His frigidness, surd prick penetrated her warm snatch again and again, punishing me with a fierce intensiveness. She moaned and groaned as he reached around to roughly cup her tit, his other mitt sliding along her tummy and down to her clitoris, sending all form of crazy tingles running through her body while his dick went from frigidity to hot and sated her aching pussy even as it fucked it to soreness.

She panted his name, the parole coming out of her mouth in broken gasps as his thrust got harder and faster, and she felt an intense sexual climax building inside her. Her brawniness were on the spot of clenching, but before she could go any in high spirits on this barbarian roller-coaster of pleasure, he grabbed her pelvic girdle and flipped her onto her back, his dick ceasing its violent poking, but maintaining claim of her pussy. He looked at her, deep in the optic, hers as glazed over as his, mirroring that baseless lust that they felt like a blanket over their minds.

He started thrusting into her again, and as she tried to satisfy those wild jack-hammer poking, but then suddenly, he thrust his deal into the tub of ice-cream and scooped out a heavy glop that he then rubbed on her tits and neck. He held that hand to her face and she licked it all off of his palm and finger's breadth, lingering at the latter, sucking away. He dipped his headland and licked at her organic structure, trying to clobber off as much ice-cream as he could, not caring if a point was already cleaned. He just wanted his tongue on her, and she wanted nothing less. She felt the thrusts of his cock and the pull of her muscles as her very dead body was being ripped apart by the feeling coursing through it. She felt an sexual climax building, one far more herculean than the one before had promised to be.

Her back arched involuntarily as she continued to slide her cunt on his shot, and a croaky moan was rent from her lips as she felt him groan and pullulate his warm jizz trench within her. She felt him collapse beside her, spent and panting.
"I'm not mad anymore, but…"He whispered"…we'd better get in the shower."

-Yvaine


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X : And welcome to another story from the famous X and Y titillating duo ... I 'm Saint Francis Xavier, the handsome manlike half-
Y : -And I 'm Yvaine, the beautiful female person half, I hope you liked how I this story worked ... You can say that it was close to my affectionateness. Or rather, my cunt-
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Y : You should be the lowest soul to prognosticate me a ma'am, you do realize that the amount of dirty talk I ploughshare with my boyfriends and you are enough to de-baptize a church…
X : I do indeed, and it has given me more insomniac Night than I can count. Your dirty lecture always makes me desire to ... take an intimate clash with my helping hand, if you know what I mean ...
Y : Now who 's being completely unneeded ! I 'm pretty sure I found a bunch of gay magazines under your pillow the other day. I am not to be pinned for non-consensual incest !
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