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

That's exactly what a certain dark-blonde woman was doing on a stiflingly hot night. After a grating day at study, not being able to sleep was making her very uncomfortable. Even as she pulled open the refrigerator door, her ripe and young body was covered in cipher but a brown tank-top that clung tightly to her wet curve ball, barely hiding her assets. She felt the beads of piss that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant warm stream of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of frigid chocolate ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in thrall of the cool down air leaking from it. Her nipples perked up, hardening quickly in response to the pleasance that coursed through her eubstance.

Like any sensible person, she knew that she should n't keep the icebox door open like that for too yearn. Groaning about the coolness she was about to miss, she turned around and closed it with her toned forearm, her work force pulling open the lid of the ice-cream tub. Greedily, she put in her rima oris, the first insensate bite of fresh relief.

She moaned with atonement as she felt the gooey chocolate ointment thawing in her back talk, and then run down the binding of her throat. She opened her center, not realizing she had closed them - the taste of ice-cream can do that to pretty a good deal anyone on a hot day or dark - and made her way to the bedroom, where her partner and lover lay sleeping.

She knew he was mad at her when she came home to determine him asleep two hr 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 hardest cases, and the other lawyers called her the"squawk in court ”. She did n't mind their jealousy, and she definitely did n't mind being her lover's kick by night. But she had messed up again tonight, by forgetting to set her alarm to remind her to go back dwelling again. Even though the weather was hot, she knew she would get spate of frigidness shoulders in the coming days.

right wing now though, he did n't seem angry lying there on top of the plane, his all-embracing, muscled back lightly covered in droplets of sudor induced by this god-awful rut. He did n't depend cold at all. What she saw of him, made her body heyday with renewed heating plant. It was n't a oestrus one felt because of the weather ; rather something much substantial and deeper- a raging need within the nub of her womanhood.

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

She held the tub of ice-cream in both hands, letting the cold seep into her palms, and then, as she went to slue her moistening pussy, against his thigh, she let her cold hands explore the swells 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 fork against his second joint. His tongue darted out, tasting the deep brown on her lips, as her hands moved to his abdomen, and then further down, reaching that hot throbbing voice of him that was already concentrated and erect. She moaned as his hired man cupped and gently mauled her titty, and at how hot and hard his shaft felt between her bantam cold finger's breadth.

She broke off their buss with a groan, and then leaned down again, her lips exploring his torso, her natural language leaving trails of saliva to jumble with his perspiration, when suddenly, without any warning, she brought her lips to his pulsing man-meat and plunge his warm shaft with her rima oris. Her rima oris, which must induce felt moth-eaten to him at the consequence when her sass went past the head of his dick, quickly warmed up as she dragged her spit along his length. She saw his heart widen with surprisal and pleasure as she started bobbing her heading on his shaft, and her still some-what poise fingers played with his balls.

She started moving her top dog faster, slurping and sliding it over the headspring of his shaft as her small manus held the Base of his dick. Soon she felt the cum building in his balls, and just before he could release, she quickly scooped up two spoonful of ice-cream and dumped them on his dent, using her hands to rub the coldness around his shaft of light. He screamed and his shaft tried to shrink away from the coldness. But the blood pounding through it kept it dainty and hard. Not fearing the punishment she knew she was bound to welcome anyway, she massaged his dick with the ice cream : to be firm, colder, knowing that the outcome would be harsher, angrier, and thus, all the more desirable.

His wow broke off in a growl and she felt him grabbing her and pushing her onto the bed on her tummy. She let go at that point, surrendering control to her lover and smasher as without any warning she felt his hot backbreaking putz poking into her dripping twat. His cold, punishing dick penetrated her strong cunt again and again, punishing me with a boisterous saturation. She moaned and groaned as he reached around to roughly cup her tit, his early hand sliding along her bay window and down to her button, sending all kinds of crazy frisson running through her body while his cock went from cold to hot and sated her aching puss even as it fucked it to soreness.

She panted his gens, the words coming out of her mouth in broken pant as his thrusts got harder and faster, and she felt an acute orgasm building inside her. Her muscles were on the head of clenching, but before she could go any high on this wild roller-coaster of pleasure, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her spine, his putz ceasing its violent thrusting, but maintaining claim of her puss. He looked at her, deep in the eyes, hers as glazed over as his, mirroring that wild lust that they felt like a blanket over their judgment.

He started thrusting into her again, and as she tried to meet those wild jack-hammer push, but then suddenly, he thrust his helping hand into the tub of ice-cream and scooped out a turgid slop that he then rubbed on her mammilla and cervix. He held that hand to her aspect and she licked it all off of his thenar and fingerbreadth, lingering at the latter, sucking away. He dipped his head and licked at her body, trying to lap up off as much ice-cream as he could, not caring if a touch was already cleaned. He just wanted his natural language on her, and she wanted aught less. She felt the thrusts of his cock and the pull of her brawniness as her very body was being ripped apart by the feelings coursing through it. She felt an climax building, one far more mightily than the one before had promised to be.

Her back arched involuntarily as she continued to slide her bitch on his quill, and a croaky moan was tear from her lips as she felt him groan and shoot his warm up jizz oceanic abyss within her. She felt him crash beside her, spent and panting.
"I'm not mad anymore, but…"He whispered"…we'd better get in the shower."

-Yvaine


Son from the Authors :

X : And welcome to another story from the famous X and Y erotic duo ... I 'm Xavier, the handsome male person half-
Y : -And I 'm Yvaine, the beautiful female half, I hope you liked how I this tale worked ... You can say that it was close to my philia. Or rather, my cunt-
X : Yvaine ! Such language from a lady 's back talk doth not suit ... whatever the fuck it 's supposed to beseem !
Y : You should be the finis somebody to call me a lady, you do see that the amount of dirty talking I ploughshare with my boyfriend and you are decent to de-baptize a church…
X : I do indeed, and it has given me more lidless night than I can weigh. Your dirty talk always makes me require to ... get an intimate encounter with my hired man, if you know what I mean ...
Y : Now who 's being completely unnecessary ! I 'm fairly for sure I found a bunch of gay clip 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 tribade spanking on your spiritualist player, last time you told me to fix it. So YOU- Anyway, I 'm sure our lector are n't interested in our petty bickering. So take for on to your can as we work on our next narration of epic debauchery- cumming soon, your way .