1. Yvette et Grant


    Date: 3/23/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: happylooker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    brought her breasts together and moved them from side to side as he exploded onto her. His spunk glistened on both of her breasts, sat in gleaming lumps on her nipples and pooled in her cleavage. Then, something she hadn’t experienced since her early twenties, he lowered his chest to hers and they enjoyed a semen bond, skin to shining skin. She smelled his essence, that smell which some didn’t like, but which, like certain cheeses, was beautiful in its ugliness. It, plus the other odours such as a clean but sweaty crotch, a man’s ball sac and even, she gauged from his earlier performance, her bottom, was an adult pleasure, an acquired taste, a sign of maturity. They were the odours of grown-up love, the x-certificate flavours of the hidden course that came at the very end of a fine dinner. They were, she feared, the animal pleasures that marriage spoiled. Marriage, with its carefully judged, antiseptic intimacy. Was it possible to combine the two? She had certainly not managed that trick. Should one even try? She didn’t know, but she knew ...
    plenty of couples whose relationship was based on polite affection, but who clearly had no desire to touch one another intimately. Perhaps one was destined to be one or the other: the happily married or the happily depraved. For now, she had had enough of the former and wanted to get back to the latter, but the new, improved, middle-aged version in which it was appreciated rather than done unthinkingly. Grant was thinking some of this too, though without Yvette’s Gallic flair. He tried gallantly to explain. “Tue es tres belle,” he said. “Tres tres belle. Merveilleux.” Yvette put her finger to his lips. “Sssh,”she said softly. “Ön ne doit pas… we should not talk. We feel, we understand.” “Öui,” was all he could manage, but with a tender kiss it was all the moment needed. He raised himself up on his elbows and they both laughed as the smell hit their nostrils. The semen had all but disappeared, absorbed into their skin. His skin, her skin, bound by their fluids. Grant lowered himself again and whispered in her ear. “Cherie,” he said. “Ma Cherie.”
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