"So how was everything, guys? Did you all save room for dessert, or are you ready for the check?" The waitress was so polite and pleasant, but the thoughts running through the minds of my date and I were far from pure and appropriate. Midway through our date, our conversation transitioned from current living conditions to Kamasutra positions. From how long has it been to how long is it, again? From asking about parents to memories of calling me "Papi." Needless to say, we'd saved room for dessert, but it was going to be an off the menu item tonight. I promptly asked for the check, paid, and my date and I made our way to the parking garage. Although we were in separate cars, we were on the same page, and agreed to meet back at my place.
When she entered my condo, I allowed her to put her things down, and then I attacked. I reached for the bottom of her sun-dress, and swiftly lifted it over her head. She stood there breathing heavily with anticipation, while I traced her panty line with my index finger. Just before she closed her eyes, I swept her off her feet, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Consumed with passionate kissing and nibbling, I pressed her up against the wall, rubbed along her inner thigh, and ripped her lust-soaked panties from her body. She licked and chewed on my bottom lip, as the aggression turned her on. Taking a second to stare deeply into her eyes, I brought the drenched panties up to our lips, and we both sucked the sweetness from the seams.
Pushing away from the wall, she threw the torn panties to the floor, and resumed biting on my neck, as we moved towards the bedroom. Once inside, I threw her down on the bed, and ordered her not to move. I stepped into the bathroom, turned the shower on, to let the fog rest along the glass walls. Meanwhile, she was three-fingers deep inside herself: one in her mouth, and two between her lips. I approached and knelt down in front of the bed, and with her legs and lips spread wide, I invaded her privacy. Moving left to right, up and down, and back and forth, my tongue used her clit like a punching bag. As her freshly manicured claws dug into my neck, and the steam rolled out of the shower, I scooped her up, and walked into the bathroom.
Putting her down to open the shower door, she undid the buckles on her sandles, and unsnapped her bra. With the shower door now open, she grabbed my hand and led me inside. I pinned her up against the back shower wall, stretching her hands above her head, and began kissing on her neck and shoulders. I used my tongue to outline the tattoo on her right shoulder blade, and then bit down right above it. The warm water and steam hitting our skin increased the sensation, causing her to tremble with excitement. As I kissed behind her earlobe, I whispered in her ear, "Tell me that you want it..." Before she could utter a response, I'd lifted her right leg, and slid inside of her. A fist pound against the shower wall, and a long hisssss, let me know that she was on cloud nine. Her initial contractions held me in a vice grip, as I continued to bite on her shoulder.
I began to massage her breasts, paying special to her barbell nipple piercings. Following another violent tremble, she pushed me away, turned around, and took me in her hands. She pulled and squeezed my ego, as I continued grow harder in her hands. She leaned over, and licked the tip, while gently grazing the head with her front teeth. My calf muscles tightened, as I stood on my tippy toes, trying to keep my composure. As she bobbed back and forth, I ran my fingers through her natural hair, making sure to massage her scalp. Sensing the increase in intensity, she stopped, and told me to go back into the bedroom. With our bodies still dripping wet, I sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for her to join me.
Once in the bedroom, she pushed me backwards, and bent over in front of me. Apparently, this Cowgirl liked to ride in reverse. With a firm grasp of her ankles, she cautiously lowered herself on top of me, until her abs tightened from the insertion. Slowly rising and falling, she moved rhythmically to match the inflation patterns of her lungs. Releasing her ankles, she began to run her fingers through her hair, as both her breathing and bouncing pattern increased. She bounced and bucked in the saddle, screaming out wishes worthy of a Sunday-morning sermon. A blessing in disguise was slowly showing itself, as her orgasm was imminent. With an unexpected tremble, she grabbed her breasts, as her soul began to drip down my shaft. Although her ride was over, there were many miles left in the journey. I helped her onto the bed, but I made sure she was on all fours.
With her face down, I positioned myself behind her, and started to enjoy dessert.
Her back immediately arched itself, as I sucked and licked all the heavy syrup from her warm peach cobbler. Despite her college coursework in Spanish, her vagina was ill-prepared for the bi-lingual assault she encountered. In the midst of her moans and squirms, she got an occasional "Papi" into the mix, as her essence was being applied to my facial hair. Just before her 3rd orgasm, I stood up and slid inside of her. She responded with a ferocious growl that was muffled by the pillows on my bed. As I pumped and pushed the limits of her fun-sized frame, she begged for clarification, asking, "What [pause] are [pause] you [pause] doing [pause] to [pause] mmmmeeee?!?" I stepped back, flipped her over, pulled her to the edge of the bed, put her legs straight into the air, and plunged back inside. I slyly responded, "Anything I want to...."
With her knees to her nipples, and her feet pressed against my chest, I managed my way deeply inside of her. Switching between fast and slow stroking, the mattress was forced out of position within the bed frame. For a quick breather, I leaned all the way in, basically positioned right in front of her face. I softly kissed her lips, and with a few quick jerks of my hips, threw her into her 4th orgasm. She locked her hands behind my head, forcing me to continue driving deeper and deeper inside of her. The look in her eyes was possessed, as she commanded me to cum for her. She began to clinch tighter and tighter around me, until a geyser of greatness erupted between us. Pulling back, I helped her to stretch her legs out, allowing her to catch her breath. She mistakenly turned over and laid on her stomach.....which I quickly took advantage of. I crawled up behind her, and slid inside of her again.
With my heavy breathing on her neck, and the low rumble of my voice in her right ear, she couldn't help but wet my sheets. I licked and kissed the back of her neck from left to right, being sure to massage the opposing shoulder as I moved. Still pressed inside of her, I spoke sweet nothings in her ear, that translated to strong somethings from her mouth. She was in a daze, as the pressure began to mount within her body. I turned her face sideways to meet mine, and asked, "So how was everything? Did you save room for dessert, or are you ready for the check?" Then, I pulled up and forcefully slammed back into her. The look on her face said it all, ".....!"
When she entered my condo, I allowed her to put her things down, and then I attacked. I reached for the bottom of her sun-dress, and swiftly lifted it over her head. She stood there breathing heavily with anticipation, while I traced her panty line with my index finger. Just before she closed her eyes, I swept her off her feet, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Consumed with passionate kissing and nibbling, I pressed her up against the wall, rubbed along her inner thigh, and ripped her lust-soaked panties from her body. She licked and chewed on my bottom lip, as the aggression turned her on. Taking a second to stare deeply into her eyes, I brought the drenched panties up to our lips, and we both sucked the sweetness from the seams.
Pushing away from the wall, she threw the torn panties to the floor, and resumed biting on my neck, as we moved towards the bedroom. Once inside, I threw her down on the bed, and ordered her not to move. I stepped into the bathroom, turned the shower on, to let the fog rest along the glass walls. Meanwhile, she was three-fingers deep inside herself: one in her mouth, and two between her lips. I approached and knelt down in front of the bed, and with her legs and lips spread wide, I invaded her privacy. Moving left to right, up and down, and back and forth, my tongue used her clit like a punching bag. As her freshly manicured claws dug into my neck, and the steam rolled out of the shower, I scooped her up, and walked into the bathroom.
Putting her down to open the shower door, she undid the buckles on her sandles, and unsnapped her bra. With the shower door now open, she grabbed my hand and led me inside. I pinned her up against the back shower wall, stretching her hands above her head, and began kissing on her neck and shoulders. I used my tongue to outline the tattoo on her right shoulder blade, and then bit down right above it. The warm water and steam hitting our skin increased the sensation, causing her to tremble with excitement. As I kissed behind her earlobe, I whispered in her ear, "Tell me that you want it..." Before she could utter a response, I'd lifted her right leg, and slid inside of her. A fist pound against the shower wall, and a long hisssss, let me know that she was on cloud nine. Her initial contractions held me in a vice grip, as I continued to bite on her shoulder.
I began to massage her breasts, paying special to her barbell nipple piercings. Following another violent tremble, she pushed me away, turned around, and took me in her hands. She pulled and squeezed my ego, as I continued grow harder in her hands. She leaned over, and licked the tip, while gently grazing the head with her front teeth. My calf muscles tightened, as I stood on my tippy toes, trying to keep my composure. As she bobbed back and forth, I ran my fingers through her natural hair, making sure to massage her scalp. Sensing the increase in intensity, she stopped, and told me to go back into the bedroom. With our bodies still dripping wet, I sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for her to join me.
Once in the bedroom, she pushed me backwards, and bent over in front of me. Apparently, this Cowgirl liked to ride in reverse. With a firm grasp of her ankles, she cautiously lowered herself on top of me, until her abs tightened from the insertion. Slowly rising and falling, she moved rhythmically to match the inflation patterns of her lungs. Releasing her ankles, she began to run her fingers through her hair, as both her breathing and bouncing pattern increased. She bounced and bucked in the saddle, screaming out wishes worthy of a Sunday-morning sermon. A blessing in disguise was slowly showing itself, as her orgasm was imminent. With an unexpected tremble, she grabbed her breasts, as her soul began to drip down my shaft. Although her ride was over, there were many miles left in the journey. I helped her onto the bed, but I made sure she was on all fours.
With her face down, I positioned myself behind her, and started to enjoy dessert.
Her back immediately arched itself, as I sucked and licked all the heavy syrup from her warm peach cobbler. Despite her college coursework in Spanish, her vagina was ill-prepared for the bi-lingual assault she encountered. In the midst of her moans and squirms, she got an occasional "Papi" into the mix, as her essence was being applied to my facial hair. Just before her 3rd orgasm, I stood up and slid inside of her. She responded with a ferocious growl that was muffled by the pillows on my bed. As I pumped and pushed the limits of her fun-sized frame, she begged for clarification, asking, "What [pause] are [pause] you [pause] doing [pause] to [pause] mmmmeeee?!?" I stepped back, flipped her over, pulled her to the edge of the bed, put her legs straight into the air, and plunged back inside. I slyly responded, "Anything I want to...."
With her knees to her nipples, and her feet pressed against my chest, I managed my way deeply inside of her. Switching between fast and slow stroking, the mattress was forced out of position within the bed frame. For a quick breather, I leaned all the way in, basically positioned right in front of her face. I softly kissed her lips, and with a few quick jerks of my hips, threw her into her 4th orgasm. She locked her hands behind my head, forcing me to continue driving deeper and deeper inside of her. The look in her eyes was possessed, as she commanded me to cum for her. She began to clinch tighter and tighter around me, until a geyser of greatness erupted between us. Pulling back, I helped her to stretch her legs out, allowing her to catch her breath. She mistakenly turned over and laid on her stomach.....which I quickly took advantage of. I crawled up behind her, and slid inside of her again.
With my heavy breathing on her neck, and the low rumble of my voice in her right ear, she couldn't help but wet my sheets. I licked and kissed the back of her neck from left to right, being sure to massage the opposing shoulder as I moved. Still pressed inside of her, I spoke sweet nothings in her ear, that translated to strong somethings from her mouth. She was in a daze, as the pressure began to mount within her body. I turned her face sideways to meet mine, and asked, "So how was everything? Did you save room for dessert, or are you ready for the check?" Then, I pulled up and forcefully slammed back into her. The look on her face said it all, ".....!"
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