Turns me on and keeps me going for that 40 minutes he was charging in me that night.
There’s something really sexy about being that literal.
“your pussy is so wet. i want you to keep cumming for me.”
“come over. i want to taste your juices.”
“give me your breasts. put them in my mouth.”
“come on, ride me hard. don’t stop.”
“spread your legs wide apart. keep them high up in the air. i wanna fuck you hard.”
Lovely night.
I love my man.
Clearly enacted porn (click here), but sadly why has this not happen to me before?
Love the clip from 4 minutes onwards, especially around 4:45, where he deliberately yet so unseemingly slipped her robe off her shoulders.
Can’t get any sleeker.
Thumbs up.
He tugged at my t-shirt with strong force.
“What the…” Before I could finish my sentence, he planted his lips on mine, silently yet authoratively disallowing me to speak further.
Aggression, we seemed to have a penchant for it.
I witnessed my beloved top being ripped into pieces. His hunger was immense. At the sight of my naked breasts, he delved right into it, savouring the twins like a starving kid. His hands began to roam impatiently southwards, eager to start his conquest.
I watched him shuffle between my breasts and my cunt. “Which to have first?” I saw that greed in his eyes. He couldn’t wait to have both, I was certain.
I didn’t resist. I was more than an obedient prey. I needed his predatory action just as, or even more, badly. I wanted to be eaten. This is THE food chain.
Take me, baby. Take me the way you want it to be.
It’s weirdly sexy to me to see a man masturbate himself. I love to peep at Bestion whenever he ‘secretly’ does that, or I would request for him to play with himself during foreplay.
It’s an extremely intimate time, where only we will know when and where exactly to touch. The perfection of speed, intensity and frequency – who else, but yourself? It’s arousing just to watch, much less learn directly from the master of his own body.
I also love to know the sexual scene that he’s visualizing in his head as he pleasures himself. With who? Where? How? It’s amazing how far a journey our imagination can take us.
I’m fantasizing right now. Probably this day, we’ll be in the same room. Random strangers. Naked bodies. Comfortable bed. Identical sexual scenes in our head. Eyes on each other. Hands on ourselves. Yet sharing a powerful orgasm altogether.
Tell me, what’s your kind of scene?
You thought I was asleep soundly. That was when you crept slowly to me and slipped your hands oh-so-slowly into my panties.
With eyes closed, I moved a little to my side and I noticed you froze almost immediately. You quickly pulled your hand away and dug into the pillow next to me, pretending to be fast asleep as well.
I hid my smile. I knew what you were up to. But I didn’t want to spoil the game. I laid motionless, or almost, as you braved your next attempt. You skillfully slid my panties off and gently traced your fingers across my clit. Moisture, I’m sure you felt. It turned me on, to see you trying to get me, and to know I was playing a good role in your fantasy.
Then you gave my sensitive spot a good lick. I let out a moan, uncontrollably. You stopped, checking if I was awake. I deliberately looked as if I was completely oblivious to my surrounding. I was pretty certain at that point in time, that you wanted me to think I was just having a kinky dream. That is it, the weird and random shuffle between dreams and reality. I played on.
I heard you remove your pants. You slowly spread my legs apart and then slided your manhood in me. Once again, I tried to feign it through, but as your thrusts got quicker, I started losing my composure. My heavings became heavier. I knew I was getting so wet that it was impossible to convince you that I was still asleep. I had also started to grab the pillows around me for support as the intensity of each thurst started to bother me.
I opened my eyes to receive a cheeky grin on your face, and the words that follow,
“Good morning, Honey. I hope it was a good morning call. Shall I continue?” You pulled your dick out from me, and traces of my juices dripped onto the bedsheet.
I smiled.
I love wetting your dick, especially the first thing in the morning.
However, at which point did you think I was truly awake? I ponder.