I’m sleeping. I’m awakened by the sound of the opening of my bedroom door. However, I do not move, knowing who is there. I hear him undress and feel the blankets pull out. I feel his body warm next to mine. She tracks her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. His hands come down my body. As they fish in my underwear
I’m riding on my back. We share a deep kiss as I raise my ass so that she relaxes my only clothes. I fire them, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few minutes passionate about kissing, she kisses my body. When she gets to my stomach, her hands caress my thighs, starting with my knees. As she approaches my erotic center, which is standing proud and tall, with her mouth her hands work up there. While she uses one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, more and more, giving me a lot of language action. His hand sucks what is not in his mouth while the other continues this work at my joints, moving in my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I’m about to go beyond it, she slows down and licks me like a lollipop. I groan, and she continues this blessed torture until she is too much. I fill his mouth with my coming. A little water on the side of his mouth. She embraces her way of raising my body and we share a kiss of soul.
I lick the dribble from his face. I’m going in his throat, taking my time. I passed my tongue between her breasts, spending more time on her distended nipples. Between his cleavage and his descent. My tongue turns in its navel. She’s moaning. When I get to his ads, I change my angle of attack. I’m going to her mid-life and lick, using my hands to provide the moral support of the shin up. I put his knees on my shoulders as I approach his snout, taking the time to lick his thigh joints. I pass my tongue over her labia by trampling just inside her opening. I plunge my tongue into it. I’m doing some action before I get her clitoris in my mouth. She’s starting to lose control. I humiliate her, she goes over the edge and her juices, which slowly slipped into my mouth. I continue this exquisite torture until she begs me to stop, or for 20 minutes - according to the longest. She grabs my ears and pulls me between her legs. We share a kiss. I settle in her open vagina while my tongue plunges into her mouth, dancing with her tongue. Staying inside, I remove it, looking down to see how my body moves in its own. I put his knees on my shoulders and dive deep, starting slowly. She calls “Ohhh, Mike” and I increase my tempo. The beautiful head I received prevents me from coming, while her head received the premium for orgasm after orgasm. I slow down while she’s breathing, never stop. When I’m tired, I come down and our lips flow together. I pushed it deep and slowly, then deep and fast, bringing it back again, because I only move one inch of his body. I’m approaching my crisis.
I take his shoulders, lay my weight on his body and go deeper and deeper. As I go to the stern that I come into her, she joins me and stands firm against her as we move away from the world. We remain still as we breathe. I’m staying in her smooth. I’m leaving. We share kisses, caresses and pillowing conversation as we relax in the backyard. We talk about the past and soften tensions with sweet kisses and caresses. As the energy returns, I move my hand down his body. She looks at me with a look of anticipation (she on her back, me on my side) like my fingers smooth on her opening.
As he relaxes, I plunge in one finger, then two. I go slowly to the beginning, and deep, picking juices. My fingers close on her clitoris as my tempo increases with her breathing. His sex puff comes back. Faster, faster, faster. She’s starting to move under my hand. I’m staying with her like glue. She starts shaking when she leaves. I have no mercy on what seems to be an eternity, but it’s really only a few minutes. I slow down my fingers and his breathing slows down. I take out my fingers and lick my practical work. She smiles and rolls in her hands and knees.
I climbed occasionally as I boarded and entered it so slowly and so deeply. My pace increases as I massage his sides and approach the front. I shoot her towards me, she goes back inside me. Our pace is increasing. My hand goes to his button of joy as we enter one another and both go away. I crash on her while we breathe. We’re moving together. I’ll go down and replace the blankets. I come in and grab my cup of water, take a deep sip and pass it on to him, always in contact. She puts the cup on the ground (or rather, drop it) and drifts us into the sleep of lovers.