Her juices are still on my cock
I woke up early this a.m. - maybe 1 maybe 2, who can tell - to a warm wetness on my cock. I looked over to where my girlfriend normally sleeps beside me, and she wasn't there. Then I looked back down to my crotch, and there was a girlfriend-shaped lump moving up and down on my cock.
"I thought it was you," I said, and she pushed the comforter down to my feet, my cock still in her mouth.
I was still have asleep and let her do what she wanted. Bobbing on my cock, getting me wet and hard. Before I came she kissed me deeply, and she swung one leg over my lap. I love when she does this - takes charge - and she slowly started working my cock into her ready pussy. The view is always fantastic. She was on top of me, and my hands moved along her wide hips to her sexy waist. I touched and stroked her back, and moved my hands to cup her large breasts and move a nipple to my mouth.
The light coming in off the street illuminated her body - half in shadow, but half in silver. She had a deep sleepiness in her eyes, but a beautiful smile on her face. I love this woman.
Her grinding is expert, and I was about to cum, so I held her close - one hand on her hip one on her upper back - to stop her moving. I didn't want to cum just yet. We kissed deeply, all of the fighting from earlier that evening being forgiven, forgotten, or even embraced. We whispered "I love you"s into each others ears, and then I started rocking her with my arms, telling her I wanted to cum.
She complied, and my orgasm built. Soon I was shooting hot ropes into her hot pussy, and we both moaned in relief and pleasure. She rolled off of me and went to the bathroom. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I awoke later - maybe minutes, maybe hours - and she was next to me. I rolled over and held her close. My chest was at her back, and we were happy.
I woke again this morning, and her juices were still on my cock. I want to feed it to you. I want you to taste the mixture of our juices. I want you to taste our love. Then I want to fuck you and cum in you, and I want to feed those juices to her.
"I thought it was you," I said, and she pushed the comforter down to my feet, my cock still in her mouth.
I was still have asleep and let her do what she wanted. Bobbing on my cock, getting me wet and hard. Before I came she kissed me deeply, and she swung one leg over my lap. I love when she does this - takes charge - and she slowly started working my cock into her ready pussy. The view is always fantastic. She was on top of me, and my hands moved along her wide hips to her sexy waist. I touched and stroked her back, and moved my hands to cup her large breasts and move a nipple to my mouth.
The light coming in off the street illuminated her body - half in shadow, but half in silver. She had a deep sleepiness in her eyes, but a beautiful smile on her face. I love this woman.
Her grinding is expert, and I was about to cum, so I held her close - one hand on her hip one on her upper back - to stop her moving. I didn't want to cum just yet. We kissed deeply, all of the fighting from earlier that evening being forgiven, forgotten, or even embraced. We whispered "I love you"s into each others ears, and then I started rocking her with my arms, telling her I wanted to cum.
She complied, and my orgasm built. Soon I was shooting hot ropes into her hot pussy, and we both moaned in relief and pleasure. She rolled off of me and went to the bathroom. I fell asleep almost immediately.
I awoke later - maybe minutes, maybe hours - and she was next to me. I rolled over and held her close. My chest was at her back, and we were happy.
I woke again this morning, and her juices were still on my cock. I want to feed it to you. I want you to taste the mixture of our juices. I want you to taste our love. Then I want to fuck you and cum in you, and I want to feed those juices to her.
11 years ago
