Crimson Tide: Anniversary Heat

My wife, Eleanor, worked hard to tease and please me for five days straight, leaving little sign of letting up. I sat stroking my cock as I watched her dress for dinner. She pulled her black dress on over her pushup bra and a black thong, looking at her body in the mirror with an annoyed expression. “This isn’t working,” she muttered, pulling up her skirt and hooking her fingers in her panties, sliding them off. “That’s better,” she said, turning to me, her eyes assessing.

I stood up and walked over to her, running my hands over her butt and sliding them around her hips to the front, where I could feel her soft curves. As I held her close, I agreed that it was much better. We pressed our lips together and kissed, brushing our tongues against each other as the heat intensified.

I looked at her, feeling a primal hunger for her body. This trip had been the most sexually charged vacation we’d ever experienced. I felt incredibly grateful that she had been so adventurous and playful. She spun around in her tight black dress, her ample cleavage bursting out the top. Her striking, short-and-sassy hairstyle framed her beautiful face perfectly, and her eyes shone brightly. We set off for dinner, hand in hand, lost in our shared pleasure.

At dinner, I reached over and touched her thigh. The soft, smooth skin was so inviting. As I moved my hand a little, she spread her knees apart slightly, daring me to explore more of her legs. It thrilled me to touch her inner thigh. I wanted her, and I wanted to touch her. My hand slowly slid up her thigh until it was almost there, climbing further to reach her soft mound, her wet lips – and feeling her hand there instead.

She smiled at me and raised a glistening finger to my lips. I stopped, inhaling deeply, closing my eyes, and imagining tasting her. That’s when she let me suck her finger clean. She enjoyed my lips and tongue on her finger and got even more turned on. The anticipation built, the air thick with unspoken desires.

After dinner, we took a walk on deck, looking out over the ocean. The stars reflected off the water, and everything felt perfect. I grabbed her and pressed my erection against her ass as she leaned against the railing. One of my hands went up to her breast, and the other pulled her hip hard against me. She could feel the hardness and warmth radiating from my pants. “I want you so bad,” I whispered in her ear. “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled and took my hand, leading me to a clamshell. Taking a seat on the edge, she slid to the back, intentionally opening her legs wide so I could see her beautiful pussy. She made herself comfortable, her legs still apart, and spread her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climbed in next to her and started to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’d become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The anticipation was building, a delicious tension that both of us craved.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing my shaft. As she leaned over me, I felt her warm breath on my cock, the teasing tickle of her tongue as she swirled it around the head, and the gentle kiss of her lips. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, lost in the moment. I loved to watch her work on my shaft, but I needed to get a handle on my desire or else I was going to come in her mouth.

Her lips and tongue kept working over my member. Expertly, she took me to the edge of ecstasy to dangle me there for a moment before pulling me back. She wouldn’t let me come if I wanted to. Her hand started to play with my sack, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping down my shaft.

I whispered to her, “This isn’t fair; I don’t get to taste or tease you.”

With a little extra saliva and a few more licks of her tongue, she pulls off of my dick and carefully places my member back in my pants. She gets off of the clamshell and takes my hand, leading me to our room. She doesn’t take her eyes off of me all the while.

We enter the room, and she stops in front of me. I grab her waist and kiss her again as her fingers run through my hair. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths in tender play. Then she leads me onto the bed, our lips still locked, and I carefully lower myself over her. As I run my hand down her side and squeeze her thigh, she lets out a moan and releases my mouth.

She braces her hands on my chest and rolls me onto my back, then kneels by my feet, lifting her sexy dress just enough so that I can see the soft gap between her thighs. She straddles me, intentionally widening the space, and spreads her juices around her lips, enjoying the feel of her engorged labia.

I climb in next to her and start to rub her mound, feeling how wet she’s become. My erection strained against my pants as I spread her lips and slipped a finger into her wetness, exploring her and teasing her. The heat intensified, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

But she had other ideas for this encounter and unzips my pants, releasing

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