function 1.

You 've been asleep for some time now. Which makes sense after the vivid session we had, you asked that I hold you for a little bit. We kiss, cuddle ... You feel my au naturel body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my pectus.

You have n't log Z's this well in a long clock time as the phone of my twinkling lulls you into a deep sleep. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my riposte, I find your au naturel body partially covered by the mantle. Your mammilla hardening in the cool air. One leg knack, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening.

An inviting scene that I ca n't dissent. I crawl back into bed with you but between your legs, parting them decent to make headway admittance to your juicy puss but not enough to wake you.

I plant kisses on the inside of your thighs working my way up to your love box. The smell of our merge succus is impregnable and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself inscrutable inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my nerve copse against your juicy sassing, my glossa slide across and between those blossom 's flower petal. As my natural language reaches your clit, you stir, slightly.

The next prison term you move is once you feel my mouth latch onto your twat, my clapper parting into your sex. Instinctively, your legs part in your sleep and I can hear your breathing change. I reach up your body and gently fondle your breast as I continue feasting on your pussycat. Your hips move with a slothful urgency as a fingerbreadth slides into you. Despite our earlier academic session, you squeeze onto the intrusion tightly. A moan escapes your lips.

My erection has been growing with pauperism, full phase of the moon and hard. As your desire intensifies, I bring you closer to the border of both awareness and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving short licks at daub I know are sensitive.

The fountainhead of my dick brushwood against your womanhood. A kiss on your back talk. You stir again reaching for me in the dark. Your implements of war wrapped around my torso, branch spread ... I push as you pull and I slowly slide into you. You moan in agony as you feel me begin to force your walls open again. Your hips roll, I angle and push, your legs give way.

Another kiss ... The brain of my cock against your cervix. Again you feel my soundbox heat against you so warm and soothing. A pungency on your cervix awakens you. `` oh fuck '' as you realize I 'm again buried deep inside you, your peg wrapped around me. A gentle thrust as I slowly make for my thick dick into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm figure. With a new indigence, I push deep into you making the bed groan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my backrest, your lips hunt for mine in the darkness. You feel my tempo increase, my urgency is there. You feel my intumescency, congested member Menachem Begin to throb. `` Yes child, oh shit '' you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your pussy clear as I push in abstruse.

We cum severe together. My big, punishing, thick cock erupting and shooting it 's warhead deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering slit. I 've claimed you yet again as my seed warms your depths, my testicle contracting in hard spurt of cum into your uterus. Your eubstance frisson as you hold onto me soaked, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape.

parting 2.

Waking you with my face between your juicy cheeks, sampling your bouquet from behind. Your damp and dripping sex still cutter from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously labour back against my eagre mouth. You feel my tongue probing into you, between your lips, along your button and into your vagina. You coo and begin a spark hum as I spread you open with my hands, raising a leg up in the summons. Splayed open and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me ... So alluring, hot and vulnerable. I can sense the tension in your legs begin to construct, your thrusting becoming more urgent, searching harder for more of my pleasure-giving spit between your folds.

A smacking across your ass shock you awake but also intensifies your impendent orgasm. Your custody clench the canvas beside you. Your back archway even more. `` oh fuck '' and `` yes '' and `` do n't hold on '' flow from your lips as you gasp for air. I can experience it.

My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to take up. You break and cry out as wave after undulation of pleasure crash through you. Your coxa buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingers slide into your sopping, mussy pussy as you ride out your pleasance. They latch onto your pleasance center inside your pussy as my knife glides up to your puckered asshole. The new sensory faculty sending lightning up your spinal column. You 're unsure, but the new assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense impression of being rimmed sends you into euphoria. As my fingers work their way in and out of your sex rubbing and stimulating, you feel something coming .... Hard and fast. You want me to halt because you ca n't control it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. `` wait .... Uhh .... give on .... ''

'' No ''

You knew better. I push you further and further into this freight geartrain of uncontrolled sensation. My lingua enters your asshole just as I curl my fingers into you. It hits. A sudden impulse to pee and realizing you ca n't hold back. I begin to furiously finger your gushing sex as it sprays your ejaculate across the sheets. You convulse on my fingers as I encourage Sir Thomas More and more fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just simple second gear ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you 're face down in traces of your own spittle, gasping for air. Your New York minute ringing in your ears. You feel heavy and unaccented, incognizant that your stage are trembling.

Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you 're okay and I 've taken good charge of you. As the beadwork of sweat pattern on your rear, my tongue slowly works it 's way up your spine before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps all over.

Another start to a marvelous day in quarantine .