❛𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍...❜ | 𝟏𝟖+

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝟭𝟴𝟵𝟴

Woosh, woosh, woosh...swish, swish, swish...blow your wind through my Polish curves, up and past the rim of my billowing shirt, the colossal gaps a path for your fields of breeze to brush through in a graceful wading fashion, your sensually languid movements appealing to the sensitivity of my chilled-to-the-bone flesh...oh, how I adore your senses traipsing across my breasts like your playground, spreading your miniature gusts of wind to my more prominent displays of affection, kissing them lightly to let a moan slip carefully from my molars depth, a subtle sign of my intense thriving from afar...

The artisan quirk of my wife's eyebrow, the indent below her cheekbone where she intakes a clump of her inner cheek between her canines combined showcases her stern concentration, a fixated expression overtaking each facial feature owned by the concentrated woman...a handful of faint and wispy graces of Luci's sharpened pencil scratching the brittle canvas, her mind's thoughts being displayed in the form of divine artistry, a quality about her I long to delve deeper into...

Lucinda has always been a woman of many talents, her eager eye for culture and intellect one of the first things that seemed to lure me in bit by bit, as my initial impression was how many layers this fascinating human must have, each one collided creating a beautiful soul filled with so much integrity... "Take a picture, it'll last longer." the quick and witty comment exasperates a cluster of giggles at being caught staring, the sound a cheeky young girl would make in the midst of a moment of amusement, high-pitched giggles crashing out of my throat at being caught staring at the utter fascination of the woman from afar. "Cheeky girl..." I struggle to hide my laughter from my smirking wife as the mere existence of her deviant personality subsides me into a state of weakened submission...I cover the entirety of my face with the spread double page of my book, tilting my body downwards on our queen-sized bed until the length of my spine falls down on the cushiony mattress, my folded legs holding their position to lift up as I rock down, the peek of my lace underwear visible as it sprouts from beneath the 'brooklyn 1898' t-shirt I'm in, which I deviously stole from my spouse.

In a whirlwind-like moment of vastness, Luci curls her capable palms around my ankles in a tight hold before fiercely yanking the weight of my figure in a dashing manner, until my legs curve around her wide hips, my back resting on her lap in a position of comfort. I stretch my arms far above my head, my shirt joining the heightened movement by elevating upwardly, showing my tummy as well as the dusky pink lace panties cupping my cheeks and inner thighs. The scratchy sensation of Luci's almond-shaped nails dragging across the flat of my belly time and time again unleashes a 'flutter-by-butterfly' tingle in my sensitive nub, the scraping of my undergarments against the pink swollen peak crested within, a shiver running through my lower limbs...

Leaning down, her nose tickling the skin coaxing in my belly button as she puckers her pouty Italianate lips to press a loveable smooch to my flesh, the ragged areas her pointed nails recently scathed over, thin red marks left as a lasting signal of my vulnerability... "Mm, beauty can only be shown in the form of you, my love...no other human possesses such a privilege..." my wife's impeccable need to constantly remind me of the beauty I hold could be seen as inferior in the eyes of an outsider, however her poetic words fly into the ears of her most delighted and fill me with never-ending happiness and love, yet curiosity how the most loving woman on earth could possibly be mine...

Luci's hands snake to cup my bum from beneath my underclothes, her palms creating a soft creation of holding my round cheeks tenderly, massaging them in slow and circular motions, triggering the pinch of sensation I'm blessed with... "Mhh...Luci..." the utter lush and warmth her soft smile perpetrates hones my core with ecstasy, the molding-like exasperations cover my body from head to toe in lusty tingles, beginning in my bottom and spreading around my carcass like the explosion of a firework - a burst of passion beginning in the wholehearted nucleus before sharing its love to the nearest cells... "What, principessa?" the newfound innocence sensed within the compounds of her monotone further my moans, a sentiment I'm not rare to knowing...