Slowly, please don't ever stop fuckin' me.
He felt incredibly delicious against my fingers. Each stroke whined to a low growl of pleasure, enthralling captures of smooth, longing kisses. I felt the tingles of alcohol swirling through my blood like electricity, sparking my nerves to relax and devour every inch of delectable size. His fingers traced the outline of my agape lips, tauntingly watching me, his hazelnut cat eyes simmering in hankering. His fingers bled the raw emotional feeling with each squeeze of my bosom, a caress against my bare stomach, the affectionate rub against my jaw in admiration. He captured my legs, bending them, stretching me out before him.
I felt the sweet surrender clouding from him, painting me, coating every inch of my nook of bliss and I couldn't bare it. He was soothingly tender with his touches tonight, which triggered my rough shell to crouch in dismay but body purr in passion. It'd been months since he filled me, kissed me, captured me in such enthralling play and to begin our marathon of touches, he slipped into me with such ease. I felt incredibly full. His strokes quickened and slowed, caressing those caged shocks in my stomach to wither. Slapping his hips between me, I felt the pounce of his balls against my spread thighs and I gasped, mind drawn in wonder as he brought me outer space with this deep fondling.
"God!" I exclaimed, gripping anything in reach to calm my withering limbs.
This was excruciating, mouthwatering slaughter. My pussy cradled his ample size beautifully, opening to these lovely strokes, purring in vibration when his steady tempo rushed, beautifully penetrating that spot within me. Too consumed into him, those arresting hazelnut eyes, crème brûlée features of striking cheek bones, feathery freckles and supple lips, I almost forgotten the camera capturing this all. The flickering red dot of the camcorder caught my side attention and with the seductive lighting of our bedroom lamp, I knew it caught Chris' riveting strokes wonderfully.
Please, don't stop.
I watched the dot, captured by its steady flickering, softly flushing at the thought that it was capturing my hypnotized daze. Chris' palm cupped my round breast, squeezing tenderly, welcoming my nipples with a French lick. I shuddered, weak to this blissful tormenting, shaking fingers reaching to caress his head of curls. His strokes had quickened, so had his tongue against me and I shouted a broken cry, falling into the blissful world of dazzling stars and relaxation of outer space and its coldness. I floated in ecstasy, mouth whispering foreign words of passion as I was seconds away from a riveting orgasm. I couldn't catch my breath.
Gah, keep it there baby. I'm so close.
I knew Chris' sensed my pussy tightening around his piece, his cheeks flamed to deep rouge, lower lip caught in a concentrated clutch of his teeth. My hands, a wailing mess, captured his back and scratched vigorously, burying my weak cries into the crook of his neck. I felt his hot whimpers against me, flushing me and it took me over the edge. I found his vulnerable grunts orgasmic, knowing that my pussy's wondrous magic of clench made this more exquisite than it was. I removed my face from the crook of his neck, gripping his face to admire the passionate blur wash over his face.
Ecstasy dripped from his succulent lips, passion and thriving hunger glittered in those enthralling eyes, horniness bleeding from the curl of his thick eyebrow to his trembling jaw; this is what I did to him. It was like my affections to his cock was mirrored, here for me to see and I worshipped it. I drove him insane just as he did with me. I internally exploded from the beautiful realization, relaxing against his touch, letting his hungry whimpers shake me over the edge. I felt my bosoms, wet from his French licks, tingling, toes curling and uncurling as shivers ran its hastening course through me. I felt incredulously numb and pleased between my legs.
Yes, oh yes!
He still stroked me, fast and mighty now and I encouraged him with a hearty kiss, egging him to cum inside me.
"Cum for me, Chris. Yes yes yes!"
I chanted till Chris released a very orgasmic cry, emptying his heavy load within me, muscles flexing. I felt his back, the working of his structured physique, how damp his skin was; it was a powerful release. It took him longer to catch his breath and I caressed him, hoping my tender kisses of affection were caught on the camcorder. I held him, showered him with kisses as he admired my bare temple of woman. We lied there eternity, too caught into each other, watching the blissful clutch of passion slip from each other's faces alter to passion and wonder. These were the endless moments that captured one thing; how much I adored Christopher. Him and his amazing strokes...
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This isn't mine I got it from tumblr but enjoy this should give y'all a little something while im writing the next b
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The tumblr name is er0ticfantasies
