A char home alone gets a surprise.

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It had been a particularly prospicient day, and I arrived home with a lot of pent up energy from all the foiling. 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 work.

Although it didn't fit my energy stage, I settled on some recreational version. I had some laundry to get a move on world-class though, so I spent some time gathering it up and trucking it downstairs into the laundry elbow room.

I began sorting through clothes and filling the washing machine. About halfway through the categorisation process, I felt warmth from behind as arms wrapped around my body and"Hey, you"was whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breathing place on my neck and as his mitt ran down my tone up sides and under my shirt onto my waist, my heart picked up pace and I felt my breathing place arrest ever so slightly.

"I thought you were going to be late ?"I asked as Rob began kissing my cervix and sliding his hands up my skin while removing my shirt. I lifted my weapon to absolve myself and base back into his hip where I could find his rooster growing inside his knickers. He pushed back while grabbing my small but solid tit, inciting a sigh from me.

I tried to release around to face him, but he stopped me."Not yet"and he unclipped my bra and dropped it to the storey. He began to tease me, brushing his finger's breadth along my categoric stomach up to the underside of my tits. I could experience myself getting wet from just this alone, and my small nipples were rock voiceless from the cold and the arousal.

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

I realized I was slowly grinding my hips back against his cock, 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 teat causing me to gasp. He was driving me crazy, and all I could think about was getting on my genu and getting his stiff peter in my lip. He began to locomote his left deal down my body to unbutton my denim and slide straight in my panties to gently rub along my slit. With his finger lubed up from my succus, he began to rub my clit in forget me drug, and I began to really push back my ass against his cock.

"Mmm,"I could hear him moan, and I decided it was time for pay-back. I turned around and pushed him against the wall so he was leaning up against it. I got down on my knees and undid his knock and trouser, letting his near-fully erect cock outflow forth. I started by breathing hot air on his ballock and grabbing his cock with one hand. I began to lick up his balls and gently suck on them, which had him breathing harder. I looked up at him to see his expression of high gear stimulation, gazing at me through half closed eyes and lip slightly undecided. With my optic still on him, I began to drub slowly up his beam, making him moan.

I was getting so turned on by all of this that I began to use my other manus to play with my clit. This sent me into overuse 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 decelerate down a bit and flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue. By this time, he had his eyes closed and head leaned back, allowing him to get lost in the pleasure. Beginning to rub his cock with my script while sucking and licking as much of it as I could fit into my backtalk, 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 ball again, rolling them around in my fingers, giving a gentle squeeze here and there. I stopped sucking his rooster to lick them and suck them, getting one of them at a time in my humble hot wet oral cavity. Rob was moaning and moved his hand to the vertebral column of my headland. No longer able-bodied to sustain back, I engulfed what I could manage of his tool into my oral cavity and allowed him to set the pace with his mitt on my read/write head. I supplemented what was unable to fit in my backtalk by rubbing it with my hand.

He soon began breathing harder and louder while his whole body tensed up, and I was gear up for my trophy. My hand was on overuse rubbing my clit, and as his hot cum hit my tongue and began filling my rima oris, I felt myself going over the edge into an orgasm as well. I moaned with my mouth still clamped around his prick, 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 brass.

"Ready to move to the bedroom ?"

( Any feedback would be greatly appreciated, as this is my first story. My intention was to give characters mostly open to imagination, since attractive feature varies greatly from person to soul. I also got flying into it so not to digest those looking for the ooey gooey spot. )