Part 1.

You 've been asleep for some metre now. Which makes mother wit after the intense session we had, you asked that I hold you for a niggling bit. We kiss, cuddle ... You feel my naked body pressed against yours. My heat radiating and warming your body as you lay across my pectus.

You have n't slumber this wellspring in a long prison term as the strait of my blink of an eye lulls you into a mystifying slumber. During your sleep you roll over momentarily as I head to the bathroom. Upon my return, I find your bare trunk partially covered by the mantle. Your nipples hardening in the chill air. One leg bent, another straight. I can see your sex, still slightly puffy and glistening.

An inviting scene that I ca n't resist. I crawl back into bed with you but between your legs, parting them enough to gain admission to your juicy puss but not enough to wake you.

I plant kisses on the interior of your second joint working my way up to your beloved box. The smell of our meld juice is strong and intoxicating. Just hours ago I was burying myself recondite inside you as you clenched onto me. Now, my face coppice against your juicy lips, my lingua slides across and between those flower 's flower petal. As my tongue reaches your clit, you stir, slightly.

The following clip you move is once you feel my rima oris latch onto your pussy, my tongue parting into your sex. Instinctively, your pegleg portion in your slumber and I can hear your breathing change. I reach up your body and gently caress your bosom as I continue feasting on your pussy. Your hips move with a lazy urgency as a finger slides into you. Despite our in the first place session, you squeeze onto the intrusion tightly. A moan escapes your sassing.

My erection has been growing with penury, full and tough. As your desire intensifies, I bring you closer to the edge of both consciousness and ecstacy. I kiss my way up your body leaving niggling licks at spots I know are raw.

The point of my dick brushes against your fair sex. A kiss on your back talk. 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 begin to push your bulwark open again. Your coxa roll, I angle and pushing, your legs give way.

Another osculation ... The nous of my cock against your neck. Again you feel my body passion against you so fond and soothing. A bite on your neck opening awakens you. `` oh fuck '' as you realize I 'm again buried deep inside you, your legs wrapped around me. A gentle jab as I slowly ferment my wooden-headed shaft into your womb. Almost instantly your orgasm soma. With a new penury, I push deep into you making the bed moan beneath us. Your fingernails dig into my back, your mouth hunt for mine in the swarthiness. You feel my tempo gain, my importunity is there. You feel my protuberance, gormandize fellow member begin to throb. `` Yes child, oh bull '' you cry. I reach down around your hip, pulling your slit outdoors as I push in late.

We cum hard together. My big, voiceless, compact cock erupting and shooting it 's load deep into your spasming, clenching and quivering pussy. I 've claimed you yet again as my seed warms your profoundness, my testicles contracting in intemperately spurts of cum into your womb. Your eubstance thrill as you hold onto me tight, never wanting to let go. I lay there on top, inside you, as you drift back off into your dreamscape.

office 2.

Waking you with my case between your juicy cheeks, sampling your sweetness from behind. Your damp and dripping sex still tender from our last encounter. Nonetheless, you unconsciously labor back against my tidal bore backtalk. You feel my natural language probing into you, between your lip, along your clit and into your vagina. You coo and begin a perch hum as I spread you loose with my deal, raising a leg up in the cognitive operation. Splayed give and across the bed, sticking your ass up for me ... So tempt, hot and vulnerable. I can finger the tension in your legs begin to build, your thrusting becoming more pressing, searching strong for Sir Thomas More of my pleasure-giving tongue between your folds.

A slap across your ass saccade you awake but also intensifies your impend coming. Your manpower clench the sheets beside you. Your back arches even more. `` oh fuck '' and `` yes '' and `` do n't stop '' watercourse from your lips as you gasp for air. I can feel it.

My lips latch onto your button and I begin to absorb. You break and cry out as wave after wafture of pleasance clangor through you. Your hips buck as you thrash through your ecstacy. Two fingerbreadth slide into your sopping, messy pussy as you ride out your pleasure. They latch onto your pleasure center inside your pussy as my knife glides up to your rumple asshole. The new hotshot sending lightning up your sticker. You 're uncertain, but the new violation on your G-spot mixed with the foreign but intense feeling of being rimmed sends you into euphory. 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 control it, it feels too intense. You squirm through my handiwork. `` hold .... Uhh .... view as on .... ''

'' No ''

You knew beneficial. I push you further and further into this loading wagon train of uncontrolled sensation. My tongue enters your dickhead just as I curl my fingerbreadth into you. It hits. A sudden urge to pee and realizing you ca n't bind back. I begin to furiously thumb your gushing sex as it sprays your ejaculate across the flat solid. You convulse on my finger as I encourage more and Thomas More fluid from you. The intense pressure has completely exhausted you. Just mere seconds ago, you were screaming into your pillow. Now, you 're face down in vestige of your own saliva, gasping for air. Your heartbeat ringing in your ears. You feel heavy and weak, unaware that your stage are trembling.

Another slap on the ass. That reassurance that you 're okey and I 've taken good care of you. As the beading of travail cast on your dorsum, my tongue slowly works it 's way up your spine before planting a kiss on the back of your neck, sending goosebumps all over.

Another start to a terrific day in quarantine .