component 1.

You 've been at peace for some clip now. Which makes sense after the intense school term we had, you asked that I hold you for a little bit. We kiss, cuddle ... You feel my naked body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my chest.

You have n't slept this well in a farsighted time as the sound of my heartbeat lulls you into a deep sleep. During your sopor you roll over momentarily as I head to the lav. Upon my getting even, I find your naked torso partially covered by the blanket. Your nipples hardening in the cool off air. One leg hang, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening.

An inviting scene that I ca n't baulk. I crawl back into bed with you but between your pegleg, parting them plenty to reach memory access to your juicy pussy but not enough to wake you.

I plant candy kiss on the interior of your thighs working my way up to your love box. The smell of our flux juices is strong and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself mystifying inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my face encounter against your juicy back talk, my glossa slideway across and between those flower 's petals. As my tongue reaches your clitoris, you stir, slightly.

The next time you move is once you feel my mouth latch onto your cunt, my glossa parting into your sex. Instinctively, your legs part in your sleep and I can see your breathing modification. I reach up your soundbox and gently fondle your white meat as I continue feasting on your cunt. Your hips move with a work-shy urgency as a finger slides into you. Despite our earlier school term, you squeeze onto the encroachment tightly. A moan escapes your mouth.

My erection has been growing with pauperization, full and voiceless. As your desire intensifies, I bring you skinny to the sharpness of both cognisance and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving minuscule licks at spots I know are sensible.

The head teacher of my dick brushes against your womanhood. A osculation on your lips. You stir again reaching for me in the darkness. Your implements of war wrapped around my torso, legs spread ... I push as you pull and I slowly slide into you. You moan in agony as you feel me start to push your walls open again. Your hips roll, I angle and energy, your legs give way.

Another candy kiss ... The promontory of my cock against your uterine cervix. Again you feel my body hotness against you so warm and soothing. A bite on your neck awakens you. `` oh ass '' as you realize I 'm again buried deep inside you, your peg wrapped around me. A aristocratical thrust as I slowly bring my thick putz into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm physical body. With a new need, I push deep into you making the bed groan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my spine, your back talk hunt for mine in the dark. You feel my tempo step-up, my urgency is there. You feel my swelling, engorged appendage Begin to thrill. `` Yes sister, oh shit '' you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your pussy overt as I push in oceanic abyss.

We cum hard together. My big, punishing, thickheaded shaft erupting and shooting it 's load deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering pussy. I 've claimed you yet again as my cum warms your depths, my testicles contracting in hard spurts of cum into your womb. Your body chill as you hold onto me loaded, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape.

Part 2.

Waking you with my face between your juicy cheeks, sampling your sweetness from behind. Your moistness and dripping sex still supply ship from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously push back against my eager mouth. You feel my tongue probing into you, between your brim, along your clit and into your vagina. You coo and begin a visible radiation hum as I spread you open with my hands, raising a leg up in the process. Splayed open and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me ... So alluring, hot and vulnerable. I can feel the tensity in your legs begin to build, your thrusting becoming more urgent, searching harder for to a greater extent of my pleasure-giving glossa between your folds.

A slap across your ass jar you awake but also intensifies your impending coming. Your work force clench the sheet beside you. Your back arches even more. `` oh shag '' and `` yes '' and `` do n't stop over '' stream from your backtalk as you gasp for air. I can finger it.

My lips latch onto your clit and I begin to suck. You break and cry out as Wave after wave of pleasure clank through you. Your pelvic arch buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two finger's breadth slide into your sopping, messy pussycat as you ride out your pleasance. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my spit glides up to your ruck bunghole. The new sensation sending lightning up your spine. You 're unsure, but the new Assault on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense feeling of being rimmed sends you into euphoria. As my fingers work their way in and out of your sex rubbing and stimulating, you feel something coming .... Hard and fast. You want me to stop because you ca n't moderate it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. `` wait .... Uhh .... Hold on .... ''

'' No ''

You knew effective. I push you further and further into this freightage caravan of uncontrolled ace. My natural language enters your asshole just as I curl my fingerbreadth into you. It hits. A sudden urge to pee and realizing you ca n't hold back. I begin to furiously finger your gushing sex as it sprays your semen across the sheets. You convulse on my finger as I encourage more and more fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just simple seconds ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you 're face down in shadow of your own spit, gasping for air. Your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feel grave and rickety, unaware that your legs are trembling.

Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you 're okay and I 've taken good care of you. As the pearl of lather form on your backbone, my spit slowly works it 's way up your spine before planting a buss on the back of your neck, sending goose bump all over.

Another start to a wonderful day in quarantine .