A Hot Weekend in the Summer of 2024
July 19th, 2024
It is the hottest day in the hottest summer. Currently, it is 36 degrees in the shade. Honey is pottering in the garden. She is wearing a long pink t-shirt, a flowery bikini underneath, and a pair of Crocs. She’s carefully watering her flowers that are wilting in the midday sun. She knows it’s futile at this time of day, but the poor things look sad. She has already watered them first thing in the morning and will do so again at dusk. She then does some dead-heading, cuts back a few shrubs, puts the output of her morning’s work into the garden bin, and heads inside to get a Diet Coke.
Tim, Honey’s husband, has been working away for a few weeks. Not that this made any difference to her sex life, but she did miss having someone around to talk with. Honey sips her Coke, answers a few e-mails, and quickly cleans her spacious kitchen. Most houses in the part of London she lives have fairly small kitchens but an extension built five years ago had allowed space for a huge kitchen/dining room. Honey is very proud of this room.
Honey takes her coke, a book, and some high-factor sun cream into the garden and sits on one of two sunbeds near the rear fence. She is fortunate that due to a combination of trees, fences, and some large bamboo plants only one adjacent property has any views over the area where the sunbeds are. This property is owned by a black gentleman who supposedly is an ex-international rugby player. Honey had passed him a few times in the street and they exchanged smiles and hellos but hadn’t spoken beyond that. She has heard that he is separated from his wife and occasionally she saw him and his two daughters in the house though they appeared not to live there permanently.
Honey generously applies the sun cream over her body. She had never had such dark, deep suntan and the contrast to her milky white breasts, bum, and pelvic area is stark! Honey settles into a comfy position with her book and relaxes in the baking sun, but boy, is she hot! Contemplating sunbathing topless, not something she had done for years, she looks across at the rugby player's house. Not seeing anyone there, she takes the plunge and removes her bikini top. She quickly applies some high-factor sunscreen onto her breasts, which she has always considered on the small side. However, the rugby player, who was unseen by Honey, was at his desk behind a window on the second floor of his three-story townhouse and was appreciating the surprise of seeing Honey’s bare breasts.
July 20th, 2024
Saturday is even hotter than Friday. Honey is pleased with the result of the sun on her breasts and decides she will repeat this today (as long as the rugby player wasn’t looking of course). Honey even contemplates sunbathing nude but decides this is a little too risky.
Saturday passed quickly and Honey is preparing for a night out with the girls. She chooses a pair of white trousers and a yellow blouse to show off her impressive suntan. It was still a very warm evening in London, even at 7 pm. The seven ladies meet in the local pub called the Bear at 8 pm and by half past nine plenty of alcohol has been consumed and the topic of conversation turned to men and partners. The ladies got noisier and rowdier as various confessions and revelations were revealed. The conversation then turns to Black men. Some of the ladies reveal details of Black men they had slept with, their size, libido, and how much stamina they had! One of the women then mentions the rugby player who lives nearby. Honey’s ears prick up as Gemma reveals several gossip threads about him. Although none of the ladies admitted to having a personal relationship with him. According to the gossip, he appeared to have several conquests, with one of dalliance seemingly costing him his marriage. Gemma told the ladies that he had taken two women to bed and kept them satisfied all night. Another rumor was that one woman could hardly walk for a week after a night with him. This last revelation brought a howl of laughter from the gang of women.
Sunday 21st July 2024
Honey wakes up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers. How much alcohol had she drunk? She gulps about a gallon of orange juice and forces some cornflakes down, before giving her flowers a much-needed watering. The weather is again scorching hot, so Honey applies suntan lotion, grabs her smartphone and earphones, and goes to lie on the sunbed to listen to music and to sleep.
By afternoon, Honey is feeling a bit better. She decides to walk to the nearby Sainsbury Local to get some provisions. Fortunately, the shop is only four hundred meters away as a longer walk would be unbearable. On her way back, she notices a glint of black glass under a bush. Exploring further she realises it’s an iPhone.She checks it for life but the battery is flat. At home, she charges the battery using Tim’s charger. The image on the screen is a familiar one and Honey chuckles to herself when she realises the picture on the screen is the rugby player and his two daughters. She decides to keep the phone in case anyone calls, otherwise, she will take it around to him tomorrow when she hopefully feels a bit more human.
A combination of this extremely hot weather and last night's revelations in the pub have made Honey feel as if she’s missing out sexually. Honey opens her PC and types “Interracial porn” in Google and then has to adjust the settings to allow access to the results. She selects the 4th site down and enters a porn website named X2X.com. She clicks on the interracial section and selects a video at random. Now, Honey had watched porn before, but never had she seen such huge penises and how rough they were with these poor girls. She exits this page and selects the porn for women section. These were a little more “normal” and she watched two middle-aged women sucking and fucking a very handsome black guy whose cock, though large, wasn’t twelve inches or more. Anyhow, the film has the desired effect and she relaxes as she brings herself to a very pleasant orgasm. That night though she has a very erotic dream where the rugby player is at the window fucking one of her friends as she watches from the garden. She wakes with a start at 5 am and immediately notices how wet she is.
Honey showers before dressing in white shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She eats a croissant and drinks a glass of orange juice while listening to Zoe Ball on Radio 2. Depeche Mode is playing and Honey has a little dance along to it as she gets ready. Nobody has called the phone, so she takes it to the rugby player's house.
It’s eight-thirty when Honey picks up the phone and walks around to the rugby player. She rings the doorbell and waits with a small degree of nervousness as she hears his footsteps approach the door. The door opens and Honey is instantly struck by how muscular and attractive the man is. He wears a pair of smart fawn trousers and a stripy shirt with a few buttons undone at the top which reveals an expensive-looking gold chain around his neck
“Hello, how are you?” he says smiling.
“Hello, I’m Honey, I think I may have found your phone,” says Honey.
“Oh, fantastic! I lost that a few days ago, I’ve been trying to ring it, but the batteries must have gone flat,” he replies.
“I’m Winston, by the way,” he says offering a large hand which Honey shakes before handing him the phone.
“Thank you so much!” he says gratefully accepting the phone.
Honey smiles and says. “That’s no problem, it was under a bush in Leybourne Road.”
Honey turns to walk away.
“Would you like a coffee? I’ve seen you around a lot but I don’t really know you,” Winston says.
“Er, yes OK,” Honey replies.
“Come on up,” Winston says, standing to one side as Honey enters the townhouse.
The ground floor of the house comprises a garage, a bedroom, and a utility room, the first floor contains a kitchen, lounge, and one bedroom. The remaining bedrooms are upstairs. Winston and Honey make their way through to the kitchen.
“Coffee? How do you take it?” asks Winston.
“White please, no sugar,” Honey says.
“Latte, Capucino, Americano? He asks.
“Americano please.”
Winston moves gracefully over to his coffee machine making small talk with Honey.
“How long have you lived here?” he asks
“Three years now, we moved to be closer to Tim’s work. But ironically he is early always working away now” Honey replies.
“I don’t see him around very much,” he says.
“Neither do I!” Honey jokes. She immediately wonders why she said it.
Windsor smiled.
“Are you married?” Honey asks.
“Separated for twelve months now, we just couldn’t live together. The ******** stay with Marie most of the time,” he replies.
Winston passes Honey the coffee. She sips it slowly and it is delicious.
“This coffee is the best I’ve had for years,” she says.
“ It’s the beans they come from a small plantation in Kenya,” Winston says proudly.
“Lovely,” says Honey.
“ I feel I should say thank you properly,” Says Winston. “Can I buy you dinner At Chez Mama tonight?” He asks.
Honey hadn’t been asked out for years. She felt very comfortable in his company and thought he was very attractive.
“Er, sure, that will be lovely, thank you,” She replies.
“I’ll come around for you at seven-thirty,” He says.
Monday Evening
The meal had been delicious and the two of them got along nicely. Winston had a Jerk Chicken while Honey had gone for Dover Sole. For dessert, they shared a tropical ice-cream and fresh fruit combination which hit the spot on a very warm, sultry night. Oh, and they had consumed two bottles of Oyster Bay between them. Honey was very *****.
Winston is walking Honey home. To get to Honey’s from the restaurant they have to go past Winston’s place. He asks Honey in for a coffee and she agrees given how lovely that coffee was this morning.
Honey is wearing a medium-length white skirt and a flowery blouse over a favourite white knickers and bra set she had recently treated herself to. Winston was dressed in a similar way to how he had been that morning though he had changed. He is much taller than Honey at six feet two inches. He is extremely muscular as befits an ex-rugby international who keeps himself fit by attending the gym regularly. has short-cropped hair and is good-looking in a rugged way having had his nose broken and lip split on more than one occasion.
“Can I help you make the coffee? Honey asks.
“Sure,” Winston replies “I’ll show you where everything is.”
Honey is standing by the coffee machine with Winston directly behind her. She senses him moving closer and closer. As she fills the portafilter with coffee his hand touches her hips. A bolt of electricity shoots through her. She carries on filling the filter as his pelvis pushes gently against her behind and his grip on her waist firms slightly. She feels his breath against her as he kisses her gently on the back of her neck. Honey tenses up but does nothing to stop him. He kisses her again, this time on the side of her neck. Meanwhile, his hands have moved down from her hips to the side of her buttocks. Things were getting serious, Honey knew that this was the time to pull away, however, she presses the button on the coffee machine to pour the coffee. She felt his tongue caress her cheek and then it caresses the bottom of her earlobe.
The coffee pours into the cups and Honey presses the stop button to stop the flow. His hands move to her behind and she again makes no effort to stop him. Realising they aren’t going to be drinking coffee she switches the machine off. She turns her head towards him and opens her mouth and kisses him full on his lips. He responds and soon tongues are exploring each other's mouths and his hands move up her skirt and are exploring between her legs. Honey is undoing buttons of his shirt and opens his shirt to reveal his muscular, completely shaven chest.
Winston’s fingers slide under Honey’s knickers and he feels the wetness of her vagina. Honey breaks off the kiss and drops to her knees, quickly undoing his belt and trousers, pulling down his flies and pulling his briefs down. His cock is fully erect and an impressive unit it was. It is thick, with a beautiful round circumcised pink dome, contrasting against the brown skin. The veins are thick and pronounced, She takes his penis in her mouth and looks up at him to make sure he approves. He does.
Intermittently kissing, licking, and sucking his superb penis, Honey is thoroughly enjoying the cock sucking experience. Occasionally looking up to ensure Winston is enjoying the experience too. He certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was getting very excited. Honey senses he is close to orgasm so she moves into full cock-sucking mode. Sliding her lips up and down his shaft Honey looks up at her new lover and she can see his worried expression.
“It’s OK, I want your cum,” says Honey
Winston visibly relaxes, and just a few seconds later Honey tastes the first drop of his discharge. At first, it’s just a small amount and she releases the cock from her mouth ad pops her tongue out. The next ejaculations are extremely plentiful with his sperm covering her forehead, cheek, chin, and hair and, as she adjusts her position, he covers her tongue and sends the remaining hot, sticky, salty cum into her throat. To Honey, it tastes wonderful, and she feels more alive and sexy than she has in years.
Honey looks up at her lover.
“That was lovely,” She says.
“I’m sorry it’s so messy, I’ll get some tissue,” Winston replies.
Honey notices some of the sperm had found its way onto her blouse. She removes the blouse and licks the cum off it.
“It needs a wash anyhow,” she jokes.
Winston helps Honey clear the sperm from her face and hair before kissing her gently. He slides her bra straps from her shoulders and kisses her collarbone, then her neck and her chest. He slowly pulls the bra down over Honey’s breasts. This reveals her erect, bright pink nipples. Winston’s long dark tongue gets to work on these. Nibbling them causes a shriek of shock from Honey.
“Too hard?” He asks.
“No no, it was just the surprise,” she says.
Honey removes her bra and drops it onto the floor. Winston takes her by the hand and leads her through to the bedroom. He lays Honey on the bed and removes her shoes. Honey lays with her knees bent and together. Wiston takes her knees and separates them before lifting her skirt higher. He pulls her knickers to one side revealing Honey’s trimmed pussy which glistens with moisture. Winston’s tongue immediately starts to pleasure Honey’s most intimate area. It felt wonderful. His long thick fingers explore deep into her vagina as he searches for her G-spot. He soon finds it! Honey experiences her second orgasm of the day, though this one, not being self-induced is far more powerful. His expert tongue works her clit and a wave of pleasure overwhelms her body. Her third orgasm of the day is the most powerful yet and she feels her legs shake at the power of it.
Winston lifts his head.
“It’s very wet down here,” he says laughing.
As Honey moves her legs to one side she notices a wet patch on the bed.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“Didn’t you know you’re a squirter?” Winston replies.
“Oh, My. God. I’m so sorry,” She says.
“No problem, It tastes wonderful,” He says.
They kiss and cuddle and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.
It is the hottest day in the hottest summer. Currently, it is 36 degrees in the shade. Honey is pottering in the garden. She is wearing a long pink t-shirt, a flowery bikini underneath, and a pair of Crocs. She’s carefully watering her flowers that are wilting in the midday sun. She knows it’s futile at this time of day, but the poor things look sad. She has already watered them first thing in the morning and will do so again at dusk. She then does some dead-heading, cuts back a few shrubs, puts the output of her morning’s work into the garden bin, and heads inside to get a Diet Coke.
Tim, Honey’s husband, has been working away for a few weeks. Not that this made any difference to her sex life, but she did miss having someone around to talk with. Honey sips her Coke, answers a few e-mails, and quickly cleans her spacious kitchen. Most houses in the part of London she lives have fairly small kitchens but an extension built five years ago had allowed space for a huge kitchen/dining room. Honey is very proud of this room.
Honey takes her coke, a book, and some high-factor sun cream into the garden and sits on one of two sunbeds near the rear fence. She is fortunate that due to a combination of trees, fences, and some large bamboo plants only one adjacent property has any views over the area where the sunbeds are. This property is owned by a black gentleman who supposedly is an ex-international rugby player. Honey had passed him a few times in the street and they exchanged smiles and hellos but hadn’t spoken beyond that. She has heard that he is separated from his wife and occasionally she saw him and his two daughters in the house though they appeared not to live there permanently.
Honey generously applies the sun cream over her body. She had never had such dark, deep suntan and the contrast to her milky white breasts, bum, and pelvic area is stark! Honey settles into a comfy position with her book and relaxes in the baking sun, but boy, is she hot! Contemplating sunbathing topless, not something she had done for years, she looks across at the rugby player's house. Not seeing anyone there, she takes the plunge and removes her bikini top. She quickly applies some high-factor sunscreen onto her breasts, which she has always considered on the small side. However, the rugby player, who was unseen by Honey, was at his desk behind a window on the second floor of his three-story townhouse and was appreciating the surprise of seeing Honey’s bare breasts.
July 20th, 2024
Saturday is even hotter than Friday. Honey is pleased with the result of the sun on her breasts and decides she will repeat this today (as long as the rugby player wasn’t looking of course). Honey even contemplates sunbathing nude but decides this is a little too risky.
Saturday passed quickly and Honey is preparing for a night out with the girls. She chooses a pair of white trousers and a yellow blouse to show off her impressive suntan. It was still a very warm evening in London, even at 7 pm. The seven ladies meet in the local pub called the Bear at 8 pm and by half past nine plenty of alcohol has been consumed and the topic of conversation turned to men and partners. The ladies got noisier and rowdier as various confessions and revelations were revealed. The conversation then turns to Black men. Some of the ladies reveal details of Black men they had slept with, their size, libido, and how much stamina they had! One of the women then mentions the rugby player who lives nearby. Honey’s ears prick up as Gemma reveals several gossip threads about him. Although none of the ladies admitted to having a personal relationship with him. According to the gossip, he appeared to have several conquests, with one of dalliance seemingly costing him his marriage. Gemma told the ladies that he had taken two women to bed and kept them satisfied all night. Another rumor was that one woman could hardly walk for a week after a night with him. This last revelation brought a howl of laughter from the gang of women.
Sunday 21st July 2024
Honey wakes up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers. How much alcohol had she drunk? She gulps about a gallon of orange juice and forces some cornflakes down, before giving her flowers a much-needed watering. The weather is again scorching hot, so Honey applies suntan lotion, grabs her smartphone and earphones, and goes to lie on the sunbed to listen to music and to sleep.
By afternoon, Honey is feeling a bit better. She decides to walk to the nearby Sainsbury Local to get some provisions. Fortunately, the shop is only four hundred meters away as a longer walk would be unbearable. On her way back, she notices a glint of black glass under a bush. Exploring further she realises it’s an iPhone.She checks it for life but the battery is flat. At home, she charges the battery using Tim’s charger. The image on the screen is a familiar one and Honey chuckles to herself when she realises the picture on the screen is the rugby player and his two daughters. She decides to keep the phone in case anyone calls, otherwise, she will take it around to him tomorrow when she hopefully feels a bit more human.
A combination of this extremely hot weather and last night's revelations in the pub have made Honey feel as if she’s missing out sexually. Honey opens her PC and types “Interracial porn” in Google and then has to adjust the settings to allow access to the results. She selects the 4th site down and enters a porn website named X2X.com. She clicks on the interracial section and selects a video at random. Now, Honey had watched porn before, but never had she seen such huge penises and how rough they were with these poor girls. She exits this page and selects the porn for women section. These were a little more “normal” and she watched two middle-aged women sucking and fucking a very handsome black guy whose cock, though large, wasn’t twelve inches or more. Anyhow, the film has the desired effect and she relaxes as she brings herself to a very pleasant orgasm. That night though she has a very erotic dream where the rugby player is at the window fucking one of her friends as she watches from the garden. She wakes with a start at 5 am and immediately notices how wet she is.
Honey showers before dressing in white shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She eats a croissant and drinks a glass of orange juice while listening to Zoe Ball on Radio 2. Depeche Mode is playing and Honey has a little dance along to it as she gets ready. Nobody has called the phone, so she takes it to the rugby player's house.
It’s eight-thirty when Honey picks up the phone and walks around to the rugby player. She rings the doorbell and waits with a small degree of nervousness as she hears his footsteps approach the door. The door opens and Honey is instantly struck by how muscular and attractive the man is. He wears a pair of smart fawn trousers and a stripy shirt with a few buttons undone at the top which reveals an expensive-looking gold chain around his neck
“Hello, how are you?” he says smiling.
“Hello, I’m Honey, I think I may have found your phone,” says Honey.
“Oh, fantastic! I lost that a few days ago, I’ve been trying to ring it, but the batteries must have gone flat,” he replies.
“I’m Winston, by the way,” he says offering a large hand which Honey shakes before handing him the phone.
“Thank you so much!” he says gratefully accepting the phone.
Honey smiles and says. “That’s no problem, it was under a bush in Leybourne Road.”
Honey turns to walk away.
“Would you like a coffee? I’ve seen you around a lot but I don’t really know you,” Winston says.
“Er, yes OK,” Honey replies.
“Come on up,” Winston says, standing to one side as Honey enters the townhouse.
The ground floor of the house comprises a garage, a bedroom, and a utility room, the first floor contains a kitchen, lounge, and one bedroom. The remaining bedrooms are upstairs. Winston and Honey make their way through to the kitchen.
“Coffee? How do you take it?” asks Winston.
“White please, no sugar,” Honey says.
“Latte, Capucino, Americano? He asks.
“Americano please.”
Winston moves gracefully over to his coffee machine making small talk with Honey.
“How long have you lived here?” he asks
“Three years now, we moved to be closer to Tim’s work. But ironically he is early always working away now” Honey replies.
“I don’t see him around very much,” he says.
“Neither do I!” Honey jokes. She immediately wonders why she said it.
Windsor smiled.
“Are you married?” Honey asks.
“Separated for twelve months now, we just couldn’t live together. The ******** stay with Marie most of the time,” he replies.
Winston passes Honey the coffee. She sips it slowly and it is delicious.
“This coffee is the best I’ve had for years,” she says.
“ It’s the beans they come from a small plantation in Kenya,” Winston says proudly.
“Lovely,” says Honey.
“ I feel I should say thank you properly,” Says Winston. “Can I buy you dinner At Chez Mama tonight?” He asks.
Honey hadn’t been asked out for years. She felt very comfortable in his company and thought he was very attractive.
“Er, sure, that will be lovely, thank you,” She replies.
“I’ll come around for you at seven-thirty,” He says.
Monday Evening
The meal had been delicious and the two of them got along nicely. Winston had a Jerk Chicken while Honey had gone for Dover Sole. For dessert, they shared a tropical ice-cream and fresh fruit combination which hit the spot on a very warm, sultry night. Oh, and they had consumed two bottles of Oyster Bay between them. Honey was very *****.
Winston is walking Honey home. To get to Honey’s from the restaurant they have to go past Winston’s place. He asks Honey in for a coffee and she agrees given how lovely that coffee was this morning.
Honey is wearing a medium-length white skirt and a flowery blouse over a favourite white knickers and bra set she had recently treated herself to. Winston was dressed in a similar way to how he had been that morning though he had changed. He is much taller than Honey at six feet two inches. He is extremely muscular as befits an ex-rugby international who keeps himself fit by attending the gym regularly. has short-cropped hair and is good-looking in a rugged way having had his nose broken and lip split on more than one occasion.
“Can I help you make the coffee? Honey asks.
“Sure,” Winston replies “I’ll show you where everything is.”
Honey is standing by the coffee machine with Winston directly behind her. She senses him moving closer and closer. As she fills the portafilter with coffee his hand touches her hips. A bolt of electricity shoots through her. She carries on filling the filter as his pelvis pushes gently against her behind and his grip on her waist firms slightly. She feels his breath against her as he kisses her gently on the back of her neck. Honey tenses up but does nothing to stop him. He kisses her again, this time on the side of her neck. Meanwhile, his hands have moved down from her hips to the side of her buttocks. Things were getting serious, Honey knew that this was the time to pull away, however, she presses the button on the coffee machine to pour the coffee. She felt his tongue caress her cheek and then it caresses the bottom of her earlobe.
The coffee pours into the cups and Honey presses the stop button to stop the flow. His hands move to her behind and she again makes no effort to stop him. Realising they aren’t going to be drinking coffee she switches the machine off. She turns her head towards him and opens her mouth and kisses him full on his lips. He responds and soon tongues are exploring each other's mouths and his hands move up her skirt and are exploring between her legs. Honey is undoing buttons of his shirt and opens his shirt to reveal his muscular, completely shaven chest.
Winston’s fingers slide under Honey’s knickers and he feels the wetness of her vagina. Honey breaks off the kiss and drops to her knees, quickly undoing his belt and trousers, pulling down his flies and pulling his briefs down. His cock is fully erect and an impressive unit it was. It is thick, with a beautiful round circumcised pink dome, contrasting against the brown skin. The veins are thick and pronounced, She takes his penis in her mouth and looks up at him to make sure he approves. He does.
Intermittently kissing, licking, and sucking his superb penis, Honey is thoroughly enjoying the cock sucking experience. Occasionally looking up to ensure Winston is enjoying the experience too. He certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was getting very excited. Honey senses he is close to orgasm so she moves into full cock-sucking mode. Sliding her lips up and down his shaft Honey looks up at her new lover and she can see his worried expression.
“It’s OK, I want your cum,” says Honey
Winston visibly relaxes, and just a few seconds later Honey tastes the first drop of his discharge. At first, it’s just a small amount and she releases the cock from her mouth ad pops her tongue out. The next ejaculations are extremely plentiful with his sperm covering her forehead, cheek, chin, and hair and, as she adjusts her position, he covers her tongue and sends the remaining hot, sticky, salty cum into her throat. To Honey, it tastes wonderful, and she feels more alive and sexy than she has in years.
Honey looks up at her lover.
“That was lovely,” She says.
“I’m sorry it’s so messy, I’ll get some tissue,” Winston replies.
Honey notices some of the sperm had found its way onto her blouse. She removes the blouse and licks the cum off it.
“It needs a wash anyhow,” she jokes.
Winston helps Honey clear the sperm from her face and hair before kissing her gently. He slides her bra straps from her shoulders and kisses her collarbone, then her neck and her chest. He slowly pulls the bra down over Honey’s breasts. This reveals her erect, bright pink nipples. Winston’s long dark tongue gets to work on these. Nibbling them causes a shriek of shock from Honey.
“Too hard?” He asks.
“No no, it was just the surprise,” she says.
Honey removes her bra and drops it onto the floor. Winston takes her by the hand and leads her through to the bedroom. He lays Honey on the bed and removes her shoes. Honey lays with her knees bent and together. Wiston takes her knees and separates them before lifting her skirt higher. He pulls her knickers to one side revealing Honey’s trimmed pussy which glistens with moisture. Winston’s tongue immediately starts to pleasure Honey’s most intimate area. It felt wonderful. His long thick fingers explore deep into her vagina as he searches for her G-spot. He soon finds it! Honey experiences her second orgasm of the day, though this one, not being self-induced is far more powerful. His expert tongue works her clit and a wave of pleasure overwhelms her body. Her third orgasm of the day is the most powerful yet and she feels her legs shake at the power of it.
Winston lifts his head.
“It’s very wet down here,” he says laughing.
As Honey moves her legs to one side she notices a wet patch on the bed.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“Didn’t you know you’re a squirter?” Winston replies.
“Oh, My. God. I’m so sorry,” She says.
“No problem, It tastes wonderful,” He says.
They kiss and cuddle and then fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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