When it's three a.m. in the morning time and the stiflingly hot weather is ruining your sleep, the first thing that you do is get out of bed, and go straight for the fridge. Right after a nice and stale shower, of course.

That's exactly what a sure dark-blonde woman was doing on a stiflingly hot night. After a rough day at work, not being able-bodied to log Z's was making her very uncomfortable. Even as she pulled open up the refrigerator door, her ripe and youth body was covered in nil but a brown tank-top that clung tightly to her wet curves, barely hiding her assets. She felt the beads of H2O that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant warm electric current of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of cold umber ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in bondage of the cool air leaking from it. Her tit perked up, hardening quickly in response to the pleasance that coursed through her consistence.

Like any sensible person, she knew that she should n't keep back the refrigerator room access give like that for too long. Groaning about the coldness she was about to lose, she turned around and closed it with her toned forearm, her hands pulling open the lid of the ice-cream tub. Greedily, she put in her mouth, the first cold-blooded bite of sweet relief.

She moaned with satisfaction as she felt the gooey chocolate cream melt in her mouth, and then run down the spinal column of her pharynx. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them - the taste of ice-cream can do that to pretty much anyone on a hot day or Night - and made her way to the chamber, where her partner and lover lay sleeping.

She knew he was mad at her when she came home to find him asleep two hours ago. He hated that she ran late at the office so often, but she loved being a lawyer. She was known to take on the difficult cases, and the other lawyers called her the"bitch in court ”. She did n't heed their jealousy, and she definitely did n't bear in mind being her fan's squawk by Night. But she had messed up again tonight, by forgetting to set her alarm clock to cue her to go back home again. Even though the weather was hot, she knew she would get spate of cold berm in the approaching days.

Right now though, he did n't seem wild lying there on top of the sheets, his broad, muscled back lightly covered in droplets of sweat induced by this god-awful hotness. He did n't calculate coldness at all. What she saw of him, made her body bloom with renewed heating system. It was n't a heat one felt because of the conditions ; rather something much stronger and deeper- a raging need within the pith of her womanhood.

"I think I might need a rain shower again,"she whispered quietly as she neared the bed toward the prone cast of her lover.

She held the tub of ice-cream in both deal, letting the frigidity seep into her medal, and then, as she went to skid her moistening snatch, against his thigh, she let her cold hands explore the beau of his gorgeous ass.

He awoke with a pant, and she lifted her hips slightly to let him turn over onto his back. She leaned down and kissed him, her lips softly nibbling his as she continued to gently rub her genital organ against his thigh. His tongue darted out, tasting the chocolate on her lips, as her hands moved to his stomach, and then further down, reaching that hot throbbing part of him that was already hard and erect. She moaned as his deal cupped and gently mauled her chest, and at how hot and operose his shaft felt between her diminutive cold fingers.

She broke off their kiss with a groan, and then leaned down again, her lips exploring his torso, her tongue leaving trail of saliva to mingle with his lather, when suddenly, without any warning, she brought her lips to his pulsing man-meat and engulfed his warm light beam with her mouthpiece. Her mouth, which must bear felt cold to him at the minute when her backtalk went past the forefront of his dick, quickly warmed up as she dragged her knife along his length. She saw his eyes widen with surprise and pleasure as she started bobbing her principal on his dick, and her still some-what assuredness fingers played with his balls.

She started moving her head faster, slurping and sliding it over the head of his shaft as her small hands held the al-Qa'ida of his dick. Soon she felt the cum construction in his balls, and just before he could release, she quickly scooped up two spoonfuls of ice-cream and dumped them on his prick, using her hands to rub the frigidness around his shaft. He screamed and his rooster tried to shrink away from the cold. But the blood pounding through it kept it courteous and hard. Not fearing the punishment she knew she was bound to receive anyway, she massaged his dick with the ice pick : to be stronger, colder, knowing that the upshot would be harsher, angry, and thus, all the more suitable.

His scream broke off in a growl and she felt him grabbing her and pushing her onto the bed on her stomach. She let go at that item, surrendering ascendency to her lover and sweetheart as without any warning she felt his hot hard dick thrust into her dripping twat. His common cold, unvoiced dick penetrated her warm cunt again and again, punishing me with a bowelless intensity. She moaned and groaned as he reached around to roughly cup her tit, his other hand sliding along her tummy and down to her clitoris, sending all kind of crazy tingling running through her consistence while his dick went from moth-eaten to hot and sated her aching pussy even as it fucked it to soreness.

She panted his name, the words coming out of her mouth in broken pant as his stab got harder and faster, and she felt an intense orgasm edifice inside her. Her muscles were on the head of clenching, but before she could go any higher on this wild roller-coaster of pleasure, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her spinal column, his dick ceasing its violent thrusting, but maintaining claim of her slit. He looked at her, deep in the eyes, hers as glazed over as his, mirroring that wild lust that they felt like a mantle over their minds.

He started thrusting into her again, and as she tried to meet those groundless jack-hammer thrusts, but then suddenly, he thrust his hand into the tub of ice-cream and scooped out a large mush that he then rubbed on her tits and neck opening. He held that mitt to her facial expression and she licked it all off of his medallion and fingerbreadth, lingering at the latter, sucking away. He dipped his head and licked at her body, trying to lick off as a good deal ice-cream as he could, not caring if a pip was already cleaned. He just wanted his knife on her, and she wanted zip less. She felt the thrusts of his shaft and the drag of her muscular tissue as her very eubstance was being ripped apart by the feelings coursing through it. She felt an orgasm building, one far more powerful than the one before had promised to be.

Her back arched involuntarily as she continued to slither her cunt on his shaft, and a guttural moan was snag from her lips as she felt him groan and shoot down his warm jizz deep within her. She felt him collapse beside her, spent and panting.
"I'm not mad anymore, but…"He whispered"…we'd better get in the shower."

-Yvaine


Words from the author :

X : And welcome to another taradiddle from the famous X and Y erotic duo ... I 'm Saint Francis Xavier, the handsome male half-
Y : -And I 'm Yvaine, the beautiful female half, I hope you liked how I this story worked ... You can say that it was close to my heart. Or rather, my cunt-
X : Yvaine ! Such linguistic process from a Lady 's mouth doth not suit of clothes ... whatever the fuck it 's supposed to suit !
Y : You should be the last individual to name me a lady, you do realize that the amount of money of lousy talk I parcel with my swain and you are enough to de-baptize a church…
X : I do indeed, and it has given me more than lidless nights than I can number. Your dirty talk always makes me want to ... stimulate an intimate encounter with my script, if you know what I mean ...
Y : Now who 's being completely unnecessary ! I 'm pretty sure enough I found a lot of gay powder store under your pillow the early day. I am not to be pinned for non-consensual incest !
X : Yeah, well, I checked out the amount of sapphic spanking on your media participant, last time you told me to fix it. So YOU- Anyway, I 'm sure our reader are n't interested in our lowly bickering. So hold on to your seats as we work on our future tale of epos debauchery- cumming soon, your way .