1. Tuesday Morning 3 AM


    Date: 11/9/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Gallo, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    slipped halfway around me and caught the offending hand on it‘s way to my mouth, gently removing the butt from between my fingers. Shooting it into the flowerbed, she admonished me with a soft voice, “You should not do it, you know it’s not good for you.” Tilting my head on hers now leaning on my shoulder, I smiled and, slipping my left hand around her, I pulled her small frame into my larger one. Her small soft hands zoned in on the sensitive patch just below my neck, softly caressing me with slight fingertips. The featherlike touches caused the hair on my back and arms to stand to attention, the attention this woman suddenly demanded of my body. We remained standing like that for a few moments, bathed in moonlight, our hearts connecting in a joint rhythmic beat. Along the side of her neck, I witnessed the moonlight reflecting of her soft supple skin, exuding warmth and the soft odour of a woman just returned from her slumber. I felt my cock swell at the awareness of the sensations flooding my body and us both, as if by joint decision, tilted out faces toward each other. Her soft lips met mine with heated sensations transferring between the respective sets, hers moist and mine urgent. Both seeking, testing, urging, demanding, fighting, admitting, tasting… both victorious the moment allowed ourselves to be consumed by tenderness, want and even as far as greed. Slipping my arms beneath the sheet wrapped around her, seeking with knowing hands, I realised her naked ...
    vulnerability. Folding my hand around her butt, she gasped into my mouth, her breathing suddenly sped up, racing against the sensations travelling up her spine and laterally around her hips to the furnace lighting up between her legs. I was hungry, she was coming into heat. We both knew what would be happening soon. Her lips broke of mine and our eyes met; her consent clear, no fear, just determination and lust. With both of us semi naked, the time, the atmosphere set by nature, we both realise, unwittingly, we have come to the entrance to a fantasy the need for long since expressed by us both. Pulling her close, her thumbs immediately forced entry inside the elastic of my shorts, wriggling it down. As the garment slipped down, she followed it, holding my eyes with sheer determination. The ribbing of the shorts stretched around my hardness, then it slipped free. The sudden exposure made my cock twitch, had it standing proud, daring touch and enjoyment. Realising my cock was free, she let go of the garment to find its own way to around my ankles. Taking her time, studying the glimmer of the moon on my engorged flange, she leaned in and offered a tentative lick at the translucent drop perched on its top. The drop stuck, held onto her tongue, stretched with her as she leaned back and connecting her to me by a thin salty string. Her hands moved up, gently cupped my sack, squeezed gently, watching my reaction intently, drawing response, willing me to admit the glorious torture, willing me to ...
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