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Later that day, we laid there in bed, cuddling each other. Me stroking your hair, and pulling you closer to me, kissing you gently on your forehead. We just lay there in each others arms. Then you get up and capitulum to the bathroom. I hear the piddle running for the shower. I get up and come in the enjoy the view. I see you there in the shower, the water cascading down your soundbox, I 'm getting aroused, again from such a beautiful raft.

You lean backwards into the shower stream, the water falling down across your brain. Your back arching in the warmth of the water feeling good as it strikes your form. You open your middle, and peer through the semi-clear shower curtain, you see me, smiling, and beckon me to come closer with your finger. I stand there as you rub, the bar of liquid ecstasy across your wet consistence. You pay special attending to your bosom. Rubbing them with both of your soapy mitt. I ca n't resist any longer and join you in the exhibitioner.

I enter through the end of the shower mantle. You turn around and press your book binding against me. Rubbing your ass against my cock. Further stirring it from its temporary semi-slumber. You giggle at me as you turn your ego around, planting a kiss on me. Picking up the bar of soap you start to rub it over my consistence. Lathering me up while the piddle continues to hang over both of us. We change spot so now I can rinse off off and you jump out of the shower to towel off. You let out a chortle and walk out of the lavatory. I stand there in the exhibitioner with a dissatisfied facial expression on my face as you walk away. I 'm out of the shower shortly after you as the hot water ran out and it just turned very cold, zapping my hard on back to its previous state. I turn the body of water off and snaffle another towel and join you in the other room.

You 're already partially dressed, as I enter. You just giggle and leave the room, pulling your top over your head. I get dressed and come out into the livelihood room, leaning over to consecrate you a sensuous buss. You respond in kind. Trying to draw out me down future to you. I pull away, this time, and chuckle at my tease.

Sitting down next to you, with my coffee, this time. You get up, acquire my coffee bean away, again, and sit in my lap. Nuzzling your psyche into my neck, and sighing, restfully. I sit there with you in my arms, wishing for this weekend to never end, as I run my deal over your head. I sigh, and close my blissfully nigh my eyes enjoying this pinnace moment we share.

After a bit, you slowly, raise your head, to look into my eyes. I see that are a few tears running down your smiling face. I ask you what 's wrong, but you just shake your caput, wipe your heart, and then you lean over and deeply kiss me, while our grip on each early tightens. We sit there in each others weapon for hours, which only seems as minutes. You get up and herald that your famished. I say,"Who needs food when there is a beautiful woman to make have a go at it to."You reply,"But, you have to keep open up your strength for later."I grin and we go.

Part 4

After dinner we return and no sooner than I shut the battlefront door you turn around, push me up against the doorway and start ravaging my backtalk with yours. You lift a leg up along my incline. There we stand in a passionate embrace. Each pulling the other tightly to the other.

Dropping your leg back down you back away, grabbing the front of my coat, pulling forward to espouse you. We stop by the water closet, you start to polish off your coat. I slap your hands away. I turn you around and pull you stuffy, opening the front of your coat and seductively removing it from your body. You feel the lovingness of my breathe on the cover of your neck as you lean backwards, raising your hand to encompass my head, with you releasing an approving gasp from you lips. I hang up our coating.

I turn around from the closet. You 're standing there staring at me with a funny flavour on your somewhat side. The quite a little of your beautiful splendor leaves me speechless, you walk up to me, wrapping your arms around my articulatio humeri, you kiss me again with as practically Passion of Christ as before.

push you back just a bit, I reach down and displume your top off. I stand there admiring your chest there encased within your bra, begging to be freeing and suckled upon. I oblige by removing your bra, standing there I cup them both in my helping hand and lean down to deal one then the other. Slowly, with my tongue, circling the aereola, then lightly taking each nipple into my waiting oral cavity. You 're moaning as you wrap your arms around my foreland, up and down my back, as I continue to suckle on them. Then slowly I nibble and kiss my way back to your waiting brim. Our knife intertwine into the former.

You unbutton my shirt, pulling it down over my shoulder joint, down my back, holding it there, my arms still held by the cuffs slightly behind me. You grin, and kiss and nibble around my neck and pinna. You then come out down my chest to my nipples, circling and teasing them with your spit. I let out a moan of joy, up tilt you head slender and smile as you continue down and undo my belt and pants. My cock already hard from your ensuing intervention to me.

With my drawers and underwear around my mortise joint, I pull you back up and say,"Oh no, your first."Dropping to my stifle I raise up your skirt, over my principal. Your attender snatch, glistening there in front of me with your succus, wetting the folds of your rim. I swing you leg over my shoulder to profit wagerer admission to you. I breathe heavily across your semi-swollen button. My warm breathe causing you to moan, pushing my read/write head closer, thrusting your hips into my face, bring them together. I lick eagerly and the flowing juices. Lapping up your tender sweetness as it flows from you. You lean forward over me to help celebrate your residue as your body starts to rock, from the tremors my tongue brings you.

You reach over me and grasp the bulwark, behind me as your soundbox is racked with its first of the eve orgasm. You leg tightens against my back, forcing my tongue deeper inside of you. Screaming you say,"DO N'T stopover, DO N'T STOP, fuck ME WITH YOUR TONNNNGGGGUUUUEEEE !"As this wafture reaches its peak. I greedily oblige your requirement.

Weakly you pull me back up to your waiting mouth. Your brim and tongue imbrication at your snatch juices contained within my beard. Holding me tightly as your consistence still shudders from your orgasms penetrating you from your pussy. I rub my hands up and down your bare back, tightly holding you there against me.

Suddenly, without warning I turn you around, pushing your upper torso over as you grab the arm of the chair right there. I hike up your annulus, I kneel again, licking the crack of your still pantied ass as I pull them down to your mortise joint. You step out and I add them to the growing pile of clothes there on the floor next to us.
There on my knees behind you, I eye the beautiful wad before me. I can see your dead body beckoning for my touch sensation. Your pussycat, with juices slowly, drooling down your inner thighs. I grab you ass cheeks and disseminate them wide. My knife tracing the curvature of your go. Swirling around your butt hole, as I insert a finger and rub down the interior walls of your pussy. Your body starts to respond to my touch, pressing backwards towards my face, tongue, and digit. A gasp, escapes your mouth at the flinging of my tongue excites your target. Flicking around and just inside your hole. My other hand reaching around and lightly rubbing your clit. I can palpate it stiffening to my mite. Responding just like conclusion night.

Standing there with your legs spread apart, your stifle start to crumple under the var. of yet, a new set of orgasms set Forth River from your snatch. Its muscles spasm against my digit still inside you. Breathlessly, you beg,"nookie me, fuck me from behinddddddddd !"As another impact wave of sexual climax prevents you from saying any Thomas More, for the moment.

I stand up with my hard cock in my handwriting and crush it against the outer lips of your wet pussy. You attempt to push backwards to force me to come in you completely. But, I step back, saying,"Not yet."You look over your shoulder at me with a flavor that could kill, at me teasing you. I just grinning and then shove my tool home into your pussy. You gasp in surprise at the force of my stopcock entering you. The walls of your pussy start to contract around my cock. With me inside you, your body responds to the speech rhythm of my poke. You grunt in expiation to the pounding your puss is getting. I reach forward and draw in a handful of your hair, as the pace of me fucking your snatch increases. A pant, and a smile appears on your fount a the svelte pain of having your haircloth pulled brings a pull down your cheek.

Next, I hear,"shag MY ASS, STICK YOUR dick IN AND nooky MY ASS HARD !"I take it out of your still throbbing kitty and line it up to your ass. Inserting it in slowly, so as your tight butt jam, expands to exact me in. Letting go of your fuzz and grabbing both of your rose hip I start to thrust my stopcock in and out of your ass. Now your screaming with delight and pain as my dick fucks your ass.

I say,"I about to cum,"you turn around and drop to your knees in front of me, grabbing my cock in your hand and mouth, pumping me mercilessly. With your oral cavity wide spread my own sexual climax spurts out of my cock all over your face and titty. When your satisfied that I am empty, for now you stand up to me. I lean over, and lick the cum off your breasts, and face. Kissing you deeply sharing the joy that we have brought each early. The dark is still young. There is Thomas More of each other to enjoy.

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After such a mightily session of wild sex, I sit down in a death chair. You join me, on my lap. As I continue to lap up my cum from your lenient and sweaty pulp. I start to again, rub your clit. Not wanting to let you get away with just a few orgasms. I want you to own Thomas More, and more. Your middle roll back into your head as my manual stimulant brings forth more from your already spent body. You whisper for me to contain, but, I do n't listen. I continue to rub you, you 're putty, there in my lap. Bending to my will, not letting you get up, as my tongue and finger's breadth continue to take you along.

You pull my human face up to your and plant another kiss on me. As my lingua enters your parted lip, you bite down as another wave of coming reaches up and grabs you. Thus stopping me from may manual foreplay. Allowing the relaxation of your shuddering body to lessen into a blissful, hold on my lap. You bury your header into my cervix. I feel little osculation here from you. As we snuggle in the death chair.

There we sat for a while. Blissfully, enjoying, just holding each other .