Oh James, you look so handsome, having dressed for me this evening, taking pride in selecting the perfect outfit to accompany your natural beauty. Your skin is so smooth, and I run the back of my fingers down your cheek to your chin, your eyes twinkling above your nose as your seductive lips slowly spread into a smile at my touch.
I lean in for a kiss and can smell the cologne on your skin, so soft for such a masculine man, such broad shoulders and strong arms that I know can manipulate me to the most sinful of predicaments.
The heat of your kiss warms me, as do your fingers along my bare thighs, seeking my center, confirming that I have been desperate to have you for the past hour as we sat making idle chitchat and being respectable in public. There is not much respectable about us behind closed doors.
You tug my jacket off, getting locks of my long blond hair caught in the process, exposing my throat. You take advantage and lean in, devouring me with your lips, your teeth gently nipping at my neck, my ears, eliciting moans of bliss. You flick the button to my little cardigan, roughly shoving it off my shoulders, pull my camisole down, and squeeze my breasts together, biting my now-hard nipples through my bra. Wanting more flesh, we fight each other to expose my skin, then I need yours, and I begin undoing the buttons covering your chest.
I continue my journey south, relieving your beautiful manhood of the constraints of your trousers, dropping to my knees to engulf you in the hot wetness of my mouth. I am so desperate to taste you, feel you, that I try to swallow every bit of you that I can, taking you to the depths of my throat. I remain there for a moment, feeling your pulse with my own, beating as one: mutual desire. I slowly withdraw, feeling your thickness between my lips, savoring the sensation as I use the tip of my tongue to caress the underside of your beautiful hard bone.
I reach your thick head and swirl around and around, gently probing for any sweet precome, and my ministrations are generously rewarded with a drop of the juice we both savor so much. I slide my hands around to your glutes, spreading my palms across your cheeks and squeezing, loving the feel of your ass in my hands. I gently pull your cheeks apart, slide one hand in, and tickle your rosebud and taint with my finger and am rewarded with a moan from you and a slight trembling in your knees.
You pull me up abruptly, unzipping my skirt and pushing me over the easy chair behind me. My legs are splayed, and I am at your mercy. You know this as you dive into my bare center, hitting my secret garden right away, but only to tease for a bit before licking lower, between my lips, gently tugging with your teeth, sucking my nectar. You return to my secret garden, alternately licking, flicking, and gently biting, adding your thick fingers to my slick opening as you ravage me.
I am soon writhing on the chair, not sure if I am trying to have you or get away from such exquisite pleasure, but soon enough I cry out.
“Oh, James, oh, I’m coming, Baby, don’t stop!” I buck against your hand, your lips, as wave after wave rushes through me, and every muscle in my body contracts. You continue to suckle me as the intensity of my orgasm ebbs, your gaze locked onto mine as your fingers find mine and intertwine.
You climb up my body, biting a hard nipple in a way that tells me you are in no mood for cuddling but need release. Your kisses deepen, and you lean forward, cupping my breasts, so that now you are flush with me as you slide in and out in smooth, well-aimed movements that hit all the right spots.
You pull back and guide me to a chair, seating me and pulling me so my ass is barely on the edge, as am I at this point. You slide your iron-hard rod into me for a moment; my eyes start to roll into the back of my head, but you have so much more in store for me.
I feel the heat of you at my backdoor, and my legs splay just a bit more to grant access. You begin to push, and I feel the crown sliding in, that initial ease before the inevitable pop when the head completely violates my most decadent space.
Is there any more delicious feeling? You pull my ankles up as you simultaneously slide deeper into my ass, then, with one final thrust, you are buried balls-deep. You know how much I love it when you wait there a moment, driving me absolutely mad with desire.
I reach up and pinch your already hard nipples, gently tugging as you slam into my ass, holding my ankles up and apart, taking my ass so completely. Your thrusts are wild, deep, and strong as you fill me in the way only you know that I love. I am pinned against the back of the deck chair, barely able to meet your thrusts, but I clench my ass, gripping you, trying to keep you as deep inside me as possible, feeling every bit of you as you hammer in and out of my tight ass.
I find myself crying out in ecstasy as I come and come, feel you growing even more rigid in my ass, slamming into me, then pausing, only to thrust one final time before releasing my ankles as your body grows rigid with your final thrust.
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