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Later the night Knowles Residence ••••
Jogging up the grey and white marbled tinged stair case, I felt anticipated all throughout my thoughts, and my body temperature responded to that. I haven't fucked or had any sensual pleasure alongside the love of my life—in months, and all of my loads of pent up frustration and mass sentiment, we're about to unravel in the mist of this bedroom.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
There lied my enraptured soulmate, rubbing her soused pearl in moderate circles, as her sheer thong was pulled to the side. She had her pretty pink painted toes propped up, arching the soles of her feet. I identified the mesmerizing woman, leaving her golden anklet, dangling around her ankle, appreciating the small notion as it is one of my weaknesses.
Toe rings, anklets, waist beads, were all so damn attractive to me. It screamed that a woman went the extra mile to garnish her beauty.
Her sweet deluxe moans filled every centimeter of the room, while her brown orbs continued being captured by her shut eyelids. Onika must've been in a deep fantasy, the way her pussy produced more of her dripping essence, running down her wilted stream.
I was stuck in a trance, observing her make love to my pussy. I could tell she hadn't fucked herself good, in awhile, and she needed this diversion. She needed to get use to her flower all over again. Her natural scent, and the lovely drippings she produced. Her wetness was already decorating my white satin sheets, leaving a sly puddle beneath her.
My clit throbbed, gaining another heartbeat as my body ached to fulfill the horny emotions I couldn't suppress. Trill was on the rise, meeting her delectation halfway. I smiled in amusement noticing her reactions during her peak never changed in the slightest. Her screams get latched in her throat, her chest heaves like she just ran an eight mile marathon, and her eyebrows furrow while she chased her nutrition of the elated thrill to orgasm.
I quietly and quickly undressed, while her outpouring cascade, jolted from her pussy. Her legs trembled, and her finger rotation on her clit deliberated. One more throaty grown shot threw her lips, as her eyes fluttered open, meeting me hazel specks.
"Daddy, I'm ready to be fucked."
Seriousness spike through her tone, not breaking character with the crucial expression on her face.
"Taste yourself."
My lover immediately nodded, ushering her glossy coated fingers between her other set of lips. She sucked and devoured each finger at a time, guiding them in and out her mouth, smacking as if she was giving them pleasurable head. "Mmm." She murmured at the flavor of herself in satisfactorily, not leaving a single drop left.
