Demolition Man: A Private Screening

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my chest. It had been a long, brutal shift at the warehouse, the kind that leaves you bone-weary and craving oblivion. But oblivion wasn’t what my wife, Seraphina, had in mind this morning. She'd dragged me out of bed, demanding quality time, which usually translated to a carefully curated selection of old movies and a shared bottle of something potent. This time, it was Demolition Man, a cheesy 90s action flick that I’d never quite gotten into, but Seraphina insisted it held a certain nostalgic charm.

We settled onto the plush velvet couch in our living room, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. The opening scene, a chaotic explosion of bullets and mayhem, did little to calm my senses. As the adrenaline wore off, my gaze drifted downwards, involuntarily drawn to Seraphina’s form beside me. The way the light caught the curve of her spine, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed – it was an irresistible pull. I shifted closer, nestling my arm around her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my hand. It wasn't long before my own hands began to explore the landscape of her body, a slow, deliberate caress that ignited a primal fire within me.

Her response was immediate, a subtle shift in her breathing, a slight tremor in her muscles. She turned her head, her dark eyes meeting mine, a silent invitation hanging in the air. I leaned in, deepening the kiss, my lips tracing the curve of her jawline. A low moan escaped her lips as she became more aroused, her hand instinctively reaching for me, seeking connection. My fingers followed her downward, tracing the delicate swell of her breasts, feeling the smooth, firm flesh beneath my fingertips. It was an intoxicating sensation, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire.

I continued my exploration, gently squeezing her breasts, massaging them with increasing intensity. Her nipples hardened, turning a vibrant shade of pink, while their areolas swelled with blood flow. It was a physical manifestation of her pleasure, a tangible sign of her escalating arousal. Reaching for my own pleasure, I pulled back her purple t-shirt, revealing the full expanse of her cleavage. The sight of her exposed breasts filled me with an overwhelming surge of lust, an insatiable hunger that demanded immediate satisfaction.

With a swift movement, I grabbed her, pulling her towards me, her body arching as she leaned into my embrace. I loved the way her perky titties strained against my grip, the delicate rhythm of her breathing intensifying with each passing moment. Her hand reached for my cock, her fingers wrapping around my shaft, applying gentle pressure. It was a signal, a clear indication of her readiness. I responded in kind, squeezing her breasts, deepening the massage, driving her closer to the brink. Her nipples throbbed with pleasure, her body quivering with anticipation.

It felt as though time stood still as I began to suck deeply, pulling out and away from her chest like pulling on the knot of a water balloon. The force of my suction caused her areolas to form a point, a miniature explosion of sensation. Releasing my grip, I held for a precious second before letting go, savoring the lingering pleasure of her release. It was a ritual, a dance of dominance and submission, a perfect expression of our shared desires.

The anticipation built, both of us unable to resist the pull of our instincts. Soon, she couldn’t take it anymore, pulling down my boxers with a swift, decisive movement. The moment my semi-firm cock was exposed, she didn't hesitate. With a primal roar, she grabbed it, her pussy already soaked with anticipation. She began with slow, deliberate sucking, her hand jerking me rhythmically, bobbing up and down as she moaned with unrestrained pleasure. Then, she changed tactics, licking up and down my shaft from the bottom of my sack, all the way to my tip. Occasionally, she even ventured below my balls, her tongue exploring the sensitive flesh with playful abandon. Each time she paused, just before reaching the point of discomfort, she would retreat, leaving me craving more.

Next, she turned her attention to my balls, lacing her lips around each one, followed by a thorough, all-over licking. She treated my cock as if it were a lollipop, a delicious indulgence that she wanted to savor to the fullest. The rhythm was relentless, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless and begging for more. Her actions were both sensual and aggressive, a perfect balance of pleasure and domination.

The heat built within me, threatening to erupt at any moment. Neither of us wanted to wait, so she quickly straddled me, her weight pressing down on my cock, her pussy so soaked that my dong glided in effortlessly. She began bouncing, hugging me for balance, going higher and harder with every squat. It was an intense display of pleasure, a visceral expression of her desire.

I loved the way she bounced, her muscles rippling beneath my hands. As we continued, the intensity increased, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I exploded, a gushing volcano of pleasure, my release shaking the entire room. The first rope of cum hit in her mouth, followed by a thin stream across her lips. The second landed on her neck and tits, leaving a glistening trail. I squirted more rapidly, across her face and tits and neck before she grabbed my cock and sucked whatever remained. I looked at her, and she at me, while the credits rolled, the final scene playing out in the flickering light of the television screen.

“Looks like we missed the movie, Babe,” she said, a playful smirk gracing her lips. Her words hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment of our shared pleasure. We both cracked a smile, a silent understanding passing between us. The rain continued to fall outside, washing away the remnants of our morning encounter, leaving behind only the lingering scent of arousal and the memory of a perfect moment shared. As we lay tangled together on the couch, exhausted but deeply satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning of our next adventure.

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