5.18.20
It had been a couple weeks since we last met. I was settling into a book; to my surprise a message popped up from him wondering if I was available. I got ready, dressed in my usual tight jeans and a low cut wrap top; black push up bra and some seriously sexy cut out black satin panties. 11pm he arrived. We caught up in between kisses and groping each other. He is quite a bit taller than me; I strain to reach his lips; his long arms encircle my body, his hands appreciating my curves and ass. I ran my hands underneath his shirt, stroking his biceps and back moving towards his cock. I rubbed through his jeans, he was so hard. I flooded with sexual excitement and unbuckled and unzipped him. I got on my knees and lifted his cock out, it was beautiful. I enjoyed a moment, to just appreciate his big, gorgeous cock and all the pleasure it brings. I put his dripping cock in my mouth, savoring his pre-cum and focusing my mouth on the head with my other hands stroking and massaging the rest of him. I motioned for him to get more comfortable; he laid back on the bed and I pulled his pants off. I get hot watching him enjoy it; he would throw his head back in satisfaction or whisper “yesss” so I continued.
He brought me to my feet and peeled off my jeans, bending me over the edge of the bed. He worshipped my body; lightly kissing the backs of my thighs and all the exposed parts of my hips and ass. He was tickling me, so I crawled into the middle of the bed, sat on my knees and grinned. We kept kissing and touching and being foreplayful. I made him force me down to my back; he kneeled between my spread open thighs, he looked into my eyes and beyond; he grabbed my waist, my thighs, all over, he told me how beautiful I was. He continued exploring my body with his big hands; I watched him become more aroused. I knew he wanted to be inside me. I wiggled out of my strappy panties, he quickly started working his cock into me. Within a few strokes he had my pussy wet and cumming. With him it’s more than a physical bond, there is an appreciation of each other; there is a genuine desire to please; there is perfect alignment in our sexual desires and even the way we ebb and flow between love making and forceful dominant fucking it all feels fucking amazing. As if our bodies and passion are communicating through our sex. We spent the better part of an hour deeply connected; gazing into each other, giving and receiving. I got on top, grinding into him. I watched him moan in pleasure as my pussy jerked his cock. I fucking loved it. It got me hot and primal and I wanted to make him cum sooooo bad. I persisted; growling as I stroked his cock through orgasms I was having; watching him pound his fists into the mattress trying to hold off his orgasm. He suddenly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his chest; his other hand pressing me down onto his cock while he thrusted up with all his energy. Dominatingly pounding me until I collapsed on him. We took a breather. My voice raspy from screaming. My body shaking. We held each other and came down.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. My mouth found its way to his cock again, kissing and sucking it. He got back on top; I love being able to see him experience me. I love watching him thrust his body into me. The way his muscles quiver as he takes me hard. How his hands feel in my hair as he pulls me into him with all his strength. At that moment I relaxed into it, letting him have my pussy and body the way he needed it. He was close to cumming; I encouraged him to cum and he did, exploding into me. I grasped his shuddering body and we rested.
He brought me to my feet and peeled off my jeans, bending me over the edge of the bed. He worshipped my body; lightly kissing the backs of my thighs and all the exposed parts of my hips and ass. He was tickling me, so I crawled into the middle of the bed, sat on my knees and grinned. We kept kissing and touching and being foreplayful. I made him force me down to my back; he kneeled between my spread open thighs, he looked into my eyes and beyond; he grabbed my waist, my thighs, all over, he told me how beautiful I was. He continued exploring my body with his big hands; I watched him become more aroused. I knew he wanted to be inside me. I wiggled out of my strappy panties, he quickly started working his cock into me. Within a few strokes he had my pussy wet and cumming. With him it’s more than a physical bond, there is an appreciation of each other; there is a genuine desire to please; there is perfect alignment in our sexual desires and even the way we ebb and flow between love making and forceful dominant fucking it all feels fucking amazing. As if our bodies and passion are communicating through our sex. We spent the better part of an hour deeply connected; gazing into each other, giving and receiving. I got on top, grinding into him. I watched him moan in pleasure as my pussy jerked his cock. I fucking loved it. It got me hot and primal and I wanted to make him cum sooooo bad. I persisted; growling as I stroked his cock through orgasms I was having; watching him pound his fists into the mattress trying to hold off his orgasm. He suddenly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his chest; his other hand pressing me down onto his cock while he thrusted up with all his energy. Dominatingly pounding me until I collapsed on him. We took a breather. My voice raspy from screaming. My body shaking. We held each other and came down.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. My mouth found its way to his cock again, kissing and sucking it. He got back on top; I love being able to see him experience me. I love watching him thrust his body into me. The way his muscles quiver as he takes me hard. How his hands feel in my hair as he pulls me into him with all his strength. At that moment I relaxed into it, letting him have my pussy and body the way he needed it. He was close to cumming; I encouraged him to cum and he did, exploding into me. I grasped his shuddering body and we rested.
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