We'd gotten way past pleasantries. There was no need to review the backstory, nor was there a need to finesse things. She was my Ex, and whenever either one of us texted the word "Lagniappe," we knew what to do....
I walked into the kitchen of her art studio, and found her standing in front of an oven. When the timer "beeped, " she removed a Pyrex dish, and placed it on top of the stove. She handed me a tasting spoon, and together, we stood and partook in cannabis-infused blackened shrimp and grits. After eating in complete silence, we waited....
My sweats shifted, as the size of my manhood started to increase. Taking note of my growing erection, she covered what was left of the food, and walked into her work room. In there, I found her bent over against the wall, naked from the waist down. I sat on a nearby stool, adjusted it for my height, and rolled over to her. I gripped her like a bowling ball; middle and ring fingers in her juice box, my thumb in her ass. Her knees buckled a little, as I moved my wrist counterclockwise, trying to warm her up. When the wetness from her box was sufficient, I stuck my tongue inside of it.
I walked into the kitchen of her art studio, and found her standing in front of an oven. When the timer "beeped, " she removed a Pyrex dish, and placed it on top of the stove. She handed me a tasting spoon, and together, we stood and partook in cannabis-infused blackened shrimp and grits. After eating in complete silence, we waited....
My sweats shifted, as the size of my manhood started to increase. Taking note of my growing erection, she covered what was left of the food, and walked into her work room. In there, I found her bent over against the wall, naked from the waist down. I sat on a nearby stool, adjusted it for my height, and rolled over to her. I gripped her like a bowling ball; middle and ring fingers in her juice box, my thumb in her ass. Her knees buckled a little, as I moved my wrist counterclockwise, trying to warm her up. When the wetness from her box was sufficient, I stuck my tongue inside of it.
I licked the outer edges of her kitty, dipping in on occasion to strike her clit. Using my beard to tease her, I licked and sucked her, until she started to throb. When her moaning grew soft, I focused solely on her clit, my tongue punching that button like it was a video game controller. Simultaneously, I re-inserted my middle and ring fingers, giving her the best of both worlds. As she started to slide down the wall, knees obviously getting weak, I licked up towards her ass.
I swirled my tongue around her asshole, her fist now beating against the wall. I rolled my tongue into her ass, wagging it just the way she likes it. She moved back and forth, letting my tongue bang in and out her ass. As her bouncing got harder and faster, it signaled to me that she was likely about to cum. Before she could, I exited, and pulled her back into my lap. Meat sitting nice and snug inside of her. She got maybe a bounce and a half in before she yelled out with pleasure, accompanied by muscle contractions. With me still inside of her, she composed herself, and then tapped me on my right thigh. It was her turn....
As I readjusted the stool and swished a little liquor around my mouth, she took off her glasses, and put her hair in a ponytail. I kicked off my slides, took off my hoodie, and pulled down my sweats, my manhood dangling between my thighs. She sat down, rolled over to me, lifted it with her right hand, and began to slap it against her tongue. After a few slaps, I was fully erect, pulsating and ready for her.
She opened her mouth wide and shook her head, taking in as much of me as she could. Sloppily, she slathered spit across the full length of my shaft, letting her tongue flutter underneath the head. She gulped, and began to suck and bop back and forth, using both hands to twist throughout. Mouth opened wide again, I grabbed the back of her head, and started to destroy her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged and gasped for air. Thrust after thrust, she spit and gagged, her nose now starting to run. I slowed down, a little, allowing her to go back to sucking it like she should.
I swirled my tongue around her asshole, her fist now beating against the wall. I rolled my tongue into her ass, wagging it just the way she likes it. She moved back and forth, letting my tongue bang in and out her ass. As her bouncing got harder and faster, it signaled to me that she was likely about to cum. Before she could, I exited, and pulled her back into my lap. Meat sitting nice and snug inside of her. She got maybe a bounce and a half in before she yelled out with pleasure, accompanied by muscle contractions. With me still inside of her, she composed herself, and then tapped me on my right thigh. It was her turn....
As I readjusted the stool and swished a little liquor around my mouth, she took off her glasses, and put her hair in a ponytail. I kicked off my slides, took off my hoodie, and pulled down my sweats, my manhood dangling between my thighs. She sat down, rolled over to me, lifted it with her right hand, and began to slap it against her tongue. After a few slaps, I was fully erect, pulsating and ready for her.
She opened her mouth wide and shook her head, taking in as much of me as she could. Sloppily, she slathered spit across the full length of my shaft, letting her tongue flutter underneath the head. She gulped, and began to suck and bop back and forth, using both hands to twist throughout. Mouth opened wide again, I grabbed the back of her head, and started to destroy her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged and gasped for air. Thrust after thrust, she spit and gagged, her nose now starting to run. I slowed down, a little, allowing her to go back to sucking it like she should.
She pulled it out, and let it rest in the middle of her face; starting between her eyebrows and hanging below her chin. She looked me in my eyes, and let it slide back down her face, and into her mouth. Dripping with spit, she bobbed and sucked and gagged, doing all that she could to make me cum. I placed a hand behind her head, and pushed and pushed until I heard her gurgling what I'd just shot down her throat.
While she wiped her eyes, nose and face, I leaned over and gave her a forehead kiss. She slapped me on my chest, as a reminder that this was not a time for affection. My feelings back in-check, I picked her up, and as she wrapped her legs around me, I slid myself back inside of her. She gasped, and then bit my left earlobe. I bounced her up and down, as we both fought off the urge to kiss. With each pump, we grunted in unison. This was our position. This is what we used to cum at the same time. This was that "thing" that we unknowingly had saved exclusively for each other. With her staring into my eyes, I continued to lift and lower her onto that thang. 4min later, her arm's grip around my neck got tighter, and her legs started to loosen. 10sec after that, the harmonious orgasms we were waiting for arrived.
I carried her back over to the stool, and sat her down. After she freshened up and used the restroom, I followed suit, and then got dressed. Still reeling from the shrimp and grits, she and I leaned up against the studio door, still not having said a word the entire evening. She reached out to hold my hand, and our fingers briefly interlocked. That was as close as we'd ever be, again. No backstory. No pleasantries. Just "a little something extra."
While she wiped her eyes, nose and face, I leaned over and gave her a forehead kiss. She slapped me on my chest, as a reminder that this was not a time for affection. My feelings back in-check, I picked her up, and as she wrapped her legs around me, I slid myself back inside of her. She gasped, and then bit my left earlobe. I bounced her up and down, as we both fought off the urge to kiss. With each pump, we grunted in unison. This was our position. This is what we used to cum at the same time. This was that "thing" that we unknowingly had saved exclusively for each other. With her staring into my eyes, I continued to lift and lower her onto that thang. 4min later, her arm's grip around my neck got tighter, and her legs started to loosen. 10sec after that, the harmonious orgasms we were waiting for arrived.
I carried her back over to the stool, and sat her down. After she freshened up and used the restroom, I followed suit, and then got dressed. Still reeling from the shrimp and grits, she and I leaned up against the studio door, still not having said a word the entire evening. She reached out to hold my hand, and our fingers briefly interlocked. That was as close as we'd ever be, again. No backstory. No pleasantries. Just "a little something extra."
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