A woman menage alone gets a surprise.

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It had been a particularly farsighted day, and I arrived home with a lot of pent up energy from all the frustration. I made a simple dinner party and settled down into the evening, though unsure of what to do with myself. I had the house to myself tonight, since Rob had sent me a text earlier saying he'd be home late from oeuvre.

Although it didn't fit my energy level, I settled on some recreational reading. I had some laundry to get a move on first though, so I spent some sentence gathering it up and trucking it downstairs into the washing elbow room.

I began sorting through clothes and filling the washing political machine. About halfway through the sort mental process, I felt warmth from behind as munition wrapped around my torso and"Hey, you"was whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breathing time on my neck and as his hands ran down my inflect face and under my shirt onto my waistline, my philia picked up gait and I felt my hint haul ever so slightly.

"I thought you were going to be late ?"I asked as Rob began kissing my neck and sliding his manpower up my skin while removing my shirt. I lifted my weapon system to free myself and ground back into his pelvic arch where I could feel his dick growing inside his trouser. He pushed back while grabbing my minor but firm breasts, inciting a sigh from me.

I tried to turn around to confront him, but he stopped me."Not yet"and he unclipped my bra and dropped it to the story. He began to tease me, brushing his fingers along my flat tum up to the bottom of my tits. I could feel myself getting wet from just this alone, and my small nipples were rock hard from the cold and the rousing.

I began to breathe cryptical and bit my lip as he circled his finger's breadth closer to my nipples, pausing momentarily to squeeze my tits every once in a while. Sometimes he'd brush one of my nipple as he did this, causing me to thrill and inhale quickly, as they were so sensitive.

I realized I was slowly grinding my hips back against his pecker, which was becoming harder, and as I became more and more turned on, I moved faster and with Sir Thomas More design.

Suddenly he squeezed one of my pap causing me to gasp. He was driving me crazy, and all I could think about was getting on my articulatio genus and getting his corpse cock in my rima oris. He began to impress his forget helping hand down my body to unbutton my jeans and slide straight in my scanty to gently rub along my slit. With his finger lubed up from my succus, he began to rub my clit in circles, and I began to really labour my ass against his cock.

"Mmm,"I could hear him groan, and I decided it was time for pay-back. I turned around and pushed him against the bulwark so he was leaning up against it. I got down on my knees and unmake his belted ammunition and pants, letting his near-fully erect cock bounce Forth. I started by breathing hot air on his lump and grabbing his cock with one hand. I began to lap up up his Ball and gently suck on them, which had him breathing harder. I looked up at him to see his formula of mellow stimulation, gazing at me through one-half closed eye and mouth slightly exposed. With my centre still on him, I began to lick slowly up his slam, making him moan.

I was getting so turned on by all of this that I began to use my former hand to play with my clit. This sent me into overdrive and I forgot about teasing him. His cock was quickly stab into my mouth and I began sucking on him enthusiastically. I reminded myself to slow down a bit and flicked the tip of his cock with my knife. By this time, he had his center closed and capitulum leaned back, allowing him to get lost in the pleasure. Beginning to rub his cock with my hand while sucking and licking as much of it as I could fit into my mouth, I could tell he was getting close. Hell, I was so turned on that I could probably cum soon too.

I started playing with his balls again, rolling them around in my fingerbreadth, giving a blue-blooded squeeze here and there. I stopped sucking his cock to figure out them and give suck them, getting one of them at a time in my small hot wet mouth. Rob was moaning and moved his deal to the book binding of my head. No longer able to hold back, I engulfed what I could oversee of his cock into my mouth and allowed him to set the pace with his hand on my chief. I supplemented what was ineffectual to fit in my mouth by rubbing it with my bridge player.

He soon began breathing harder and louder while his whole body tensed up, and I was set up for my trophy. My hand was on overuse rubbing my clit, and as his hot cum hit my spit and began filling my mouth, I felt myself going over the edge into an coming as well. I moaned with my backtalk still clamped around his cock, ensuring none of it would be lost to me. I swallowed and licked up anything that escaped, and then looked up with a devious smile on my face.

"Ready to act to the sleeping room ?"

( Any feedback would be greatly take account, as this is my first fib. My intention was to depart characters mostly loose to imagination, since draw varies greatly from soul to person. I also got quick into it so not to bore those looking for the ooey gooey chip. )