1. Perfect Timing


    Date: 12/30/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    slower than the speed of hormonal chaos, and increasing heart beats firing a surge of blood to genitalia, any thoughts of caution were lost in the pulsing flesh between her fingers. Instinct guiding impulse, urgency stimulating arousal, lust and desire overflowing with expectation, caution and danger swept away in the heat of passion, reality and determination motivating confidence, eyes meeting, lips touching and mouths melting together, stealing the breath from each other’s mouths, kissing with the intensity and insatiable lust of those who had a desperate hunger for each other’s bodies, no matter what the consequences. Breaking from the kiss and lowering from the stool, dropping to her knees on the timber floor, an eager hand quickly finding the straining lump, submissive eyes looking up from the floor, the ache of a burning vulva torturing her senses, her body craving release, a frustrated sigh inviting a remorseful whisper. “There will be other times when we will be alone with no one to disturb us,” she smiled, sweeping her tongue over her top lip in anticipation of what was to come. “So until then…. Let me take care of you.” Imagination flirting with curiosity, arousal chasing impulsive urges, flashing her eyes with curiosity and excitement, an impatient hand touching and fondling, squeezing the impressive limb inside his pants, her clumsy fingers tugging impatiently at the zip, wheezes and pants forcing breathless sighs, urgency chasing frustrated curses, the ...
    fastenings eventually yielding, pulling his trousers over his thighs and slipping her hand inside his briefs, long painted fingers closing in a firm grip around the girth, unfolding the weighty specimen, liberating the awesome piece of flesh from its fabric prison . A startled gasp, a renewed excitement, an impossible object captured in her vision, her stomach fluttering, her mouth wide open, her jaw slack, her skin burning, her vulva melting, staring in admiration through watering eyes, mesmerised by the throbbing muscle bobbing and swaying in front of her eyes, teasing her senses, corrupting her mind. It was nine-and-a-half-inches long and as thick as a woman’s wrist. The last time she’d seen anything so obscene it was hanging from a horse. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She stared in disbelief. She wanted it. A suggestive smile curled the corners of her mouth. “You’re so big,” she whispered, blowing soft kisses between his inner thighs, a worshipping hand caressing his balls, the other hand working the length back and forth with slow measured strokes, pulling the foreskin over the bulbous head and dragging a finger nail over the dark blue vein running along the side of the massive column, pressing a thumb against the vein, feeling the pulse and the surge of blood rushing through the swollen shaft, an eager hand tugging and pulling the treacherous limb with well-practiced strokes, an urgent desire to taste his flesh dancing behind a flirtatious smile. The pulse of her lips and the ...
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