1. Chilly Morning


    Date: 1/6/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: sterlingass, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    stretched them to the bottom of the bed. Still on her side, but leaning more to her right and on her stomach than before, Taylor began to talk in her sl**p. Her ass made a mountain out of the sheets and I felt my dick get stiffer. She was saying nothing in particular, just sounds that were probably words in the ancient tongue she spoke in her sl**p when her spirit was where women like Taylor always went at night. A place where grasses were tall and winds were hot, and men chased and caught, and held and kissed and loved long into the night, dripping sweat, and mixing fluids that sometimes brought life, but always rained pleasure. I rolled over onto her, my hard cock pressed into the crack of her ass. My weight was supported by my elbows on either side of her. Now on her belly, face turned to the light, I leaned over and kissed her softly; my tongue traced the outline of her lips, which remained closed. Her hips stirred beneath me, rolling in a small circle, like the first ripple in a lake from a stone. I wanted wider circles so I kissed her ear, and pressed my dick firmer into her cheeks. I was inside, held automatically by the deep cleft; my dick had felt warm in my hand, now it was on fire, burning. I extended my elbows, lifting off of her body, but was still pressed between her gripping cheeks, a strange push-up position that gave me enough room to lick the back of her neck. The circle made by her hips grew wider, the pebble going deeper into the dark place was working. I ...
    leaned in closer and whispered, “Good morning, beloved. The sun is up. An eye opened, and a smile was born on her face. “That’s not all that’s up,” she said. End of part 1 Taylor arched her back slightly, raising her stomach a few inches from the mattress. She held her weight in her hands and twisted her neck side to side, loosening the muscles. I reared up with her, my arms stretched even further around her, my cock pressed firmly into the backs of her thighs and the cleft of her ass. She wiggled some more and my dick jumped, a reflex as old as man himself. She bucked quickly like a bronco and threw me off of her I was so surprised. Before I knew it she had rolled out of bed and was practically running into the bathroom. Her long, nearly jet black hair was a sharp contrast to her light as butterscotch skin. I heard her splash into the toilet and then the shower turn on. So this won’t be a quickie after all. That was fine with me. I got out of bed and reached into the drawer of my nightable. I took out a small dildo, about four inches long, jet black and shiny. It was just the right size to get something started. I often wondered if Taylor ever inserted it in the morning, slipped on a pair of those leather thong underwear and held it in place inside her pussy all day long. I could imagine her giving a presentation to a client, pointing out the quality of this painting or that one, all the while squeezing her most private muscles until she came with a quiet shudder. “No, I’m ...
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