Comforting Booster After Job Loss
FantasyLynn is a knock-out ! She is 34 yrs old and hot, this is the first base time I actually saw her since her divorce a year ago. She has blue shoulder distance hair, is 5'9 ”, with a with child set of tits, which are about 34C. She is wearing a wet fitting, low cut, blue-blooded silk gown, which barely went halfway down her thigh. It is Wednesday. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the alight filters in through the slat in the screen.
Lynn just returned from the shower bath. Her skin is cool down and still a little moistness. She is laying on her position ... her right side. Naked. Freshly shaven. I lay behind her. Rubbing her neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with my large, spread hand. Applying air pressure with my quarter round. I press up against her - completely - from her feet to her pelvis. Our bodies molded together.
Her thigh are squeezed gently around my semi-sleeping peter. leg crossed at the knee. This is gracious ... But nice is not quite what She is in the mode for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little more firmly back and down. She feels me commence to stir, harden. She purrs a trivial louder.
She is pleased and relieved. She was fully expecting me to say I had to get up.
Another power play of the thighs : this fourth dimension not quite so gentle. She starts to feel my beat : vibrate, flicker -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each metre bringing us - swelling us both - more fully toward each other. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the unwanted space between us.
She places one hand beneath me. Firmly. Flattening the distance of my hardened shaft - pressing it up flat against her. Carefully positioning me between her lips. Spreading herself around me. lots amend.
She begins moving now - slowly, back and forth - holding me in home, rubbing herself against me.
My hands - massaging her neck opening and shoulder - catch in office occasionally, as she becomes distracted. The massage she is now giving me - decidedly more interesting than the one I 'm giving her. She is moving slowly. Deliberately. Making her wet with me. Sliding along my shaft, squeezing me tightly against her. A petite, barely hearable moan escapes her lips. `` oooohhhh ... mmmm. '' Her distraction is double-dyed now.
She feels my work force slide from her cervix, shoulders, trailing down her back and onto her hip. They rest there -- still for a moment -- as I shift myself, moving in ... pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my face into her hair. She hears me breathe in deeply. Hears my moan low - deep in my throat - almost a growl. `` gggggrrrrrr. ''
And with that, she feels my hands tighten abruptly, grasping her coxa with all my strength - pressing in hard and pulling her down forcefully against me. My genu pinned in against her back. She looks down and sees the head of my tool between her ramification. It is wet from her. It is so backbreaking - the sullen purple a violent direct contrast to the mild bloodless thighs it throbs between. My skin - stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for aid ... having been left out of well-nigh of the warm sliding.
She pushs forward enough to nurse it firmly against her swell up clitoris : rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural consonant growling from my throat. `` gggggggrrrrrrrr. '' Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my swell pass looks like now - rubbing back and Forth against her hard clit, between her lips, getting wet, throbbing in pure time to the impulse I feel between her legs. That pulse is getting faster. She hears my breathing begin to cope with it : arduous, more urgent - in synch with her rocking. Locked in with my eye buffeting.
envisioning me sliding against her. Aching to bend and push me into her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her head : red and black instant behind her unsympathetic eyes. Her lecherousness raging in her pussy
Thankfully, I 'm not going to make her wait. My hands suddenly push in against her hips - taking them firmly in my clutch - lifting her forward and up in one swift, muscular, fluid apparent movement. Just as swiftly - I bring her back down : hard and forcefully ... pulling her John L. H. Down onto my fully concentrated, rearing, vertical long thick cock.
I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering - her consistency reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.
I move my paw then - sliding my branch through on each face of her and bending them upward, so that my hands come to rest : one on each of her shoulders. I grab onto them roughly and shoot my hips up violently against her - pull her down onto me by the shoulders while pushing up with my hip.
She begins to motivate up - nearly off of me - with each upwards button of my pelvic girdle : only to be driving force back down quickly again by my men - heavy on her shoulder joint with all of my force behind them. Slamming her onto me and me into her. She feels my tooth graze the spinal column of her cervix. She hears that low biting growling again. `` ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr. '' She feels my thrusts becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, mysterious, longer - telling her I 'm getting close ... too close, too soon.
In a rather frantic attempt at misdirection, She reachs down between her legs and grabs me firmly by the balls. Pulling them up towards her - suddenly, feeling them in her hand, She longs to light upon the enigma to having them inside her too. She adores my orchis. She feels the pressure construction in me. Senses my urgency. Knowing now - in her own misdirection -- her grasp on my chunk is tighter than it should be. She feels my teeth clutch at her neck opening. And hear a far more life-threatening growl escape from my throat. `` GGGGGGRRRRRRR ... UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. '' It sends her over the border.
She takes this as a challenge. She wo n't let me cum without her. She peels my hand from its travelling bag on her shoulder joint and force-out it down firmly between her branch, pushing it flat, holding it laborious against her aching well up clit while she rises and falls back onto me –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding me. Rubbing against my hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of herself.
wrap me in violent, repeated contraction as She begins to cum. Each clutch now met with a force of my own, as I explode into her. One hired hand now on her head - fist full moon of her hair - pulling her pile onto me, hard, with each hot flooding burst. My low growls are now roars - `` UUUUUUUHHHHHH ... UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH, '' burning into the back of her neck, branding her. The deal that was between her legs : now clutching her veracious breast. Smearing it with warm wet cum - mine and hers. Washing over her in a flood of warmth. My lungs fill again with air. She feels my suitcase - on both her hair and her white meat - give way, loosen, relax, glide.
placidity. I sigh. She falls into me. The tactile sensation of her lying on top of me is satisfing. I am comfortable under her. I have no desire to move. One of us will breach the silence or make the svelte shift key in position. Yes - soft touch that we are - one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the way.
The variety that always wakes the rest of the world .