Sinking into Velvet Warmth

The scent of lavender and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, clinging to the plush velvet of the chaise lounge where I waited. The bathroom door swung open, revealing the warm glow of the candlelight reflecting off your skin. You emerged, a vision in a silk robe, the lingering fragrance of shave cream clinging to your pores. Your legs, freshly exfoliated, were smooth and pale, your nipples taut and expectant. A slow, deliberate arch of your back sent shivers down my spine as you moved towards me, a silent invitation to indulge in the anticipation.

“Ready for a little something?” you murmured, your voice husky with desire, as you settled onto the bed beside me. The soft cotton sheets shifted beneath your weight, emphasizing the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts. You tilted your head back slightly, exposing the delicate lace of your robe and drawing attention to the rosy blush of your nipples. My gaze followed every movement, lost in the intoxicating display of your sensuality.

“You know what I’ve been craving,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my hand instinctively reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. Your skin was warm and supple beneath my fingertips, a delicious contrast to the cool air of the room. As I leaned closer, my lips brushed against your ear, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “Let’s see if you can satisfy my desires.”

You chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Let’s do it.” You reached for the massage oil, its citrus scent mingling with the lingering aroma of your body wash. As you positioned yourself on your hands and knees, your back arched gracefully, showcasing the elegant curve of your spine. The candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across your body, highlighting the delicate lines of your muscles.

I slowly applied the oil to your skin, letting its warmth seep into your muscles. The scent filled my nostrils, a potent blend of citrus and vanilla. As I massaged your shoulders and neck, I noticed the subtle tremor in your legs, a sign of mounting arousal. You clenched your ass, pulling the tip of my cock between your cheeks, a playful gesture that sent a surge of heat through me. The rhythmic kneading of my hands, coupled with your involuntary reactions, was both exhilarating and intensely satisfying.

When the massage was complete, you took my hand, pulling me towards the kitchen. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the pendant lamp hanging over the island. You grabbed two chairs, placing them side-by-side, creating a makeshift platform that placed your freshly shaved pussy tantalizingly close to my view. Balancing on one foot, you leaned forward, your body poised for the pleasure that awaited.

“Now, let’s see if you can handle this,” you whispered, your eyes sparkling with mischief. I wrapped my arms around your thighs, pulling you closer, my anticipation building with each passing second. You braced yourself against the ceiling, your muscles tensed, ready for my approach. With a swift movement, you pulled me forward, your pussy descending towards my eager lips.

I devoured your feminine fruits, my tongue tracing every curve and crevice. The taste of your juices was exquisite, a tantalizing blend of sweetness and spice. As I licked your inner lips from end to end, pausing to suck on your clit, my desire intensified. I plunged my tongue deep into your succulent pussy, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of your touch. The rhythm of my licking mirrored the throbbing pulse in my cock, fueling my lust and driving me closer to the brink of release.

Over and over, I worked my tongue all around and into your luscious vulva, savoring every sensation. The warmth of your body, the texture of your skin, the sheer ecstasy of your pleasure – it was an experience beyond compare. You whimpered and moaned with delight, your body writhing in anticipation of the pleasure to come. After a couple of orgasms, your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, signaling your near exhaustion. I gently took your hand, helping you down from the chair, my heart pounding with excitement.

Moving to the dining table, you lay on top of it, but I swiftly spun you around and bent you over, bringing your breasts into contact with the cold wood. The contrast between your soft flesh and the hard surface was both intriguing and arousing. I slid my fingers around your hips, feeling the gentle curves of your love handles as I admired your exquisitely shaped backside. You shot a glance over your shoulder at me, your eyes filled with anticipation.

My hands tenderly explored your back and shoulders, appreciating the smoothness of your skin. Then, wrapping around your hips, I pulled your bottom to my belly, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. My long, hard cock rubbed against your dripping wet pussy, causing your sweet nectar to lubricate me. But as I repositioned to thrust into your warm, wet pussy, my dick slipped upward, between your fleshy cheeks. Before I knew it, the slippery tip of my cock penetrated your oil-slicked ass.

“Wait, that’s the wrong thing,” you gasped, your voice laced with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. But your whispered sentence disappeared beneath an avalanche of sensation. Warm breath parted your lips as you whimpered and moaned in desire, lost in the depths of your pleasure. Your eyes widened, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the table in anticipation. You breathed the words, “Oh, fuck yes.”

Slowly, I thrust my hips back and forth, intensifying the pleasure. Your tight ass clenched around my shaft, squeezing the tip of my cock with increasing force. The sensation was both painful and intensely satisfying, pushing me closer to the edge of release. I could feel myself about to cum, but wanted to look into your eyes before I climaxed, so I gently pulled out, holding back just enough to savor the moment.

Turning you back on your back, you slid further onto the table. Then, you rolled your hips back and lifted your knees toward your breasts, exposing your pussy and opening your ass for me. As I eased my dick into your sphincter, your feet pressed against my shoulders, and your hand gripped your hair, lifting your chin.

Your other hand found your aching pussy. You plunged a finger into your cunt, pulling it out, and circling your clit. With my dick deep in your ass, you continued fingering your pussy, feeling the overwhelming pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolled back, your lips parted with delight, and your breathing became heavy. Your free hand traced your neck down to your heaving breast, clasping it roughly. You bit your bottom lip to keep from squealing loud enough to wake the neighborhood. Your orgasm hit like roaring ocean waves, rhythmically rising and falling one after another, blending into one long moment of ecstasy.

Witnessing you pleasure yourself so lavishly was like an aphrodisiac to me. My heart raced as your tight anus squeezed my shaft. Tension built in my balls until cum erupted from my aching cock like a venting volcano. I lurched forward, bracing myself against the table, my arms framing your body. Like aftershocks, my dick continued to pulse as small surges of cum oozed into you.

Finally, I collapsed, melting into you in a shared embrace. Your hands rested lightly on my back, and your legs wrapped around me, securing our connection. We both breathed deeply as our heart rates slowed, lingering in the sweet embrace of orgasmic bliss. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air, a testament to the unforgettable experience we had just shared.

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