1. Community Involvement Ch. 15


    Date: 7/10/2016, Categories: MILF, Author: Phoenix181, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    hips and held myself fully, buried deep within her pulsing body. Unable to resist, I came inside her with a sharp inhalation of breath. With each pulse I gushed my hot and sticky semen into her ribbed channel: the excess overflowed onto the carpet below and trickled down her thighs. It seemed as though it would never end: but eventually it did. This was a short moment in time but neither of us was going to forget it in a hurry. Breathing hard we collapsed into each other's arms on the floor. As we lay together, the smell of sex flowed from every pore. I wanted to lick her body, to taste the sweet tincture of liquid love; the sweat, her juices, my semen, that conjoined and assimilated and oozed languidly down her legs. But we were both spent. We rested in a quiet solitude for a few moments, before I reached up and retrieved her glass. With mine in hand we toasted our love and dreamily enjoyed the post-coital tranquility. Michelle stretched herself along the carpet and sighed contentedly. “I’m glad you understood not to touch me down there,” she said quietly. “Besides, I don’t need to climax every time to enjoy fucking you.” Her direct talk was refreshing. “I just feel lucky that I can fuck you at all.” I confessed. “What are we going to do for dinner?” “Men!” she exclaimed laughing. “You give them a good fuck and then they want feeding.” “Cave man mentality?” I offered. “You can say that again,” she laughed. “And before you take me literally, how about we shower and then we ...
    can go see what my ‘special friend’ has organised for us?” “No room service?” “No way!” Once showered and dressed we finished off the last of the Moet. I was still amazed at what Michelle had been able to organise via her in-house contact. “Ready?” I nodded and she took me by the hand and led me toward the main dining area. Arm in arm we entered the hotel’s signature restaurant “The Dining Room” with its spectacular waterfront views of Sydney Harbour through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. “That’s a bit passé, don’t you think?” I commented under my breath, indicating the view, as we waited for the Maître d. “Behave!” Michelle chided, though she laughed as well as she caught my meaning. I mean, having that view from our exclusive suite was, in itself, extra-special. Despite my silliness, it was an idyllic location. It offered a quintessential dining experience in a premier waterfront restaurant. Combined with that, in a few words, it was breathtaking. Stylish and sophisticated. What more could I have asked for than to accompany my gorgeous companion on such an evening and to partake of an elegant dining experience; intimate location, rich, warm decor overlooking glittering Sydney Harbour and a beautiful person to share it with. A win, win, win situation. To our delight, Michelle and I were ushered, not just to any Quayside seat, but into a secluded Quayside seat. The restaurant took on an even more romantic ambience in our own intimate, semi private dining area, devoid of other ...
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