A woman home alone gets a surprise.

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It had been a particularly recollective day, and I arrived home plate with a lot of pent up vitality from all the frustration. I made a wide-eyed 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 school text earlier saying he'd be home late from work.

Although it didn't fit my energy story, I settled on some amateur recital. I had some laundry to get a move on first though, so I spent some time gathering it up and trucking it downstairs into the wash room.

I began sorting through apparel and filling the washing machine. About halfway through the sorting summons, I felt warmth from behind as arms wrapped around my body and"Hey, you"was whispered into my ear. I could feel his hot breather on my neck and as his handwriting ran down my strengthen face and under my shirt onto my waistline, my heart picked up gait and I felt my breath catch ever so slightly.

"I thought you were going to be late ?"I asked as Rob began kissing my neck and sliding his hand up my tegument while removing my shirt. I lifted my arms to free myself and craunch back into his pelvis where I could feel his putz growing inside his drawers. He pushed back while grabbing my minor but firm breasts, 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 flooring. He began to tease me, brushing his finger's breadth along my flat stomach up to the bottom of my tits. I could feel myself getting wet from just this alone, and my belittled nipples were rock toilsome from the common cold and the rousing.

I began to catch one's breath inscrutable and bit my lip as he circled his finger's breadth closer to my mamilla, pausing momentarily to shove my titty every once in a piece. Sometimes he'd brush one of my nipples as he did this, causing me to shiver and breathe in quickly, as they were so medium.

I realized I was slowly grinding my pelvic arch back against his cock, which was becoming harder, and as I became more and more turned on, I moved faster and with more purpose.

Suddenly he squeezed one of my mammilla causing me to puff. He was driving me dotty, and all I could think about was getting on my knees and getting his stiff dick in my mouth. He began to move his provide bridge player down my body to unbutton my jeans and sliding board 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 circuit, and I began to really push back my ass against his cock.

"Mmm,"I could try him groan, 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 articulatio genus and loosen his belt ammunition and pants, letting his near-fully tumid cock natural spring forth. I started by breathing hot air on his orchis and grabbing his stopcock with one hand. I began to work out up his balls and gently suck on them, which had him breathing harder. I looked up at him to see his aspect of luxuriously arousal, gazing at me through one-half closed eyes and mouth slightly open. With my middle still on him, I began to clobber slowly up his cock, making him moan.

I was getting so turned on by all of this that I began to use my early handwriting to play with my clit. This sent me into overdrive and I forgot about teasing him. His tool was quickly thrust into my sass and I began sucking on him enthusiastically. I reminded myself to slow down a bit and flicked the tip of his tool with my glossa. By this clock time, he had his eyes closed and heading leaned back, allowing him to get lost in the pleasure. Beginning to rub his cock with my mitt while sucking and licking as much of it as I could fit into my mouth, I could secernate he was getting close. blaze, I was so turned on that I could probably cum soon too.

I started playing with his clod again, rolling them around in my fingers, giving a blue-blooded squeezing here and there. I stopped sucking his stopcock to lick them and draw them, getting one of them at a prison term in my small hot wet mouth. Rob was moaning and moved his hand to the book binding of my head. No longer capable to hold back, I engulfed what I could contend of his peter into my mouth and allowed him to set the pace with his mitt on my head. I supplemented what was ineffectual to fit in my mouth by rubbing it with my handwriting.

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

"Ready to displace to the sleeping room ?"

( Any feedback would be greatly appreciate, as this is my first fib. My purpose was to pass on characters mostly open to mental imagery, since attraction varies greatly from somebody to person. I also got quick into it so not to bore those looking for the ooey gooey bits. )