1. Our Public Image


    Date: 1/20/2016, Categories: Anal, Interracial Sex, Author: ova9bbc, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I went off to my studio, having snagged a quick shower and a much-needed change of clothes. You, Nicole, had laughingly offered to wash my body, but I just give you a peck on the cheek. Right before I left, I pull you to me, one hand around your waist, the other sliding under your robe. Using that sexy bedroom voice, I request that you cum all over my fingers so I could smell you all day. What woman can resist a request like that? Of course you obliged and then spent all day imagining me surreptitiously sniffing those cream coated fingers. You clean up around the house, but your mind isn't in it. Going from room to room, you are fantasizing about having me here, picturing having me there. Leaning up against door frames, you feel the wood press into your breasts, wishing it were me instead. Next you sit on your couch and softly rub your pussy with your head thrown back, eyes closed, craving my fingers rather than your own. Trying to clean off the kitchen table, you get weak-kneed thinking of how sexy and sensuous I'd make you feel. And once, just once, you touch your belly and wonder if my seed will soon be taking root there. Over and over you have told yourself that I shouldn't do this, that you were a woman not driven by lusts. You, Nicole, and I have some wickedly hot passion between us but it would never amount to more than that. But in your heart, you know it is already too late. You have fallen for your lover eons ago, through the emails we had sent and the late-night ...
    conversations we'd had. Since that first few conversations on the social site, your heart has known, even while your mind struggles to accept this connection. Feeling a ball of despair, anger and frustration settle into your stomach at the futility of your dreams, you finish up your chores and decide to soak in a long, candle-lit bubble bath, regardless of it being late afternoon. Armed with a favourite book, a glass of tea and a square of chocolate, you nibble, sip and read your way into oblivion, conveniently forgetting the bliss your life is becoming. When the bathroom door crashes open, you jump and shriek, knocking your tea cup off the granite ledge of the tub. You barely save your book from falling into the water. I gracefully swoop up the cup, sitting it on the counter and drop to my knees beside the tub before you could gasp for a breath. Laughing, grinning, whooping my pleasure, I reach into the froth of bubbles and pull you to me in a huge hug. Ignoring the blast of bubbles that explodes everywhere, I clasp you. Never one to turn down getting your hands on your sexy man, you lift your dripping wet arms and hug me back, figuring my wet shirt is justifiable revenge for your thundering heart. Pulling back slightly, I kiss you—forehead, temple, eyelid, nose, and finally, mouth. On and on and on we kiss, mouths meeting, tasting, parting, rejoining, tongues licking, exploring, breath mixing, moans matching beat for beat. One big, dark hand strokes the length of your back, ...
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