Really.
Wes and I had a sex date Sunday afternoon. I never could decide what to wear and at the last minute settled on a black fishnet babydoll.
When Wes walked out of the bathroom freshly showered, I was standing in front of the bedroom window, watching the sky, which was black with an approaching storm. It had been raining off and on all day.
As I turned around he pulled me to him and ran his hands over my breasts, hidden beneath lace, ribbons, and satin. "This has to go," he murmured, pulling the babydoll off me like I was wearing too many clothes. Yummy!
Have I mentioned lately how much I love Viagra? Every time we experiment with that stuff it just gets better and better. I’m not kidding.
This time I had 8 soul-shaking Os before I let Wes finish. They were so strong I swear I growled once. Really. When my lips could move again I kissed my way up Wes’s neck and asked," Did I just growl during that last O?"
"Sounded more like an intense moan," he replied, his gorgeous dick still pounding into me.
I dunno. Sounded like a growl to me. Anyway, I forgot what he said next because I was shattered by another sizzling O right about then.
We didn’t try any new positions, but we did perfect the one we discovered a few weeks ago. I realized this time that new position doesn’t give me an O. But it does tease me so much by the time Wes hits my G-spot I instantly explode. YOWZA!
When I finally let him finish, he pulls out at the last minute, and then laughs as he rolls over on the bed.
"What’s so funny?" I ask, too wasted to move.
"I shot my cum in your bellybutton," he grins, panting heavily.
"Yummy," I purr, as I reach down and rub it into my bod. "You know how much I love that."
"Yeah, darlin’, I do," he chuckles, shaking his head. Wes just finished reading my memoir and the part about how I love wearing his cum and being marked in that way by the man who fucks me.
I roll over and wind my bod around him like a vine, while I nibble his tasty earlobe. "So, did you learn anything about me that you didn’t know?" I ask.
"You’re much kinkier than I thought," he replies. "And totally obsessed with sex."
"You didn’t know that?" I tease, kissing and licking his hot neck. I swear the man is as warm as an electric heater.
"Yeah, but I didn’t know how bad it was," he responds. "You need to go to one of those classes for sex addicts."
"Not if I’m addicted to sex with you," I purr, grinding my hot, wet pussy into his muscular thigh. "You wouldn’t want me to be cured of that, would you?"
"No," he chuckles. "You’ve got a point there…."
Alrightyyyyy!! *lusty grin*
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