Ebony Heat: My Forever Queen

The salt air hung heavy, clinging to my skin as I stepped off the plane, a familiar ache already thrumming in my loins. Twenty-nine years with Seraphina, and the anticipation never waned. She was a force, a tempest of dark beauty that both terrified and thrilled me. Her ebony skin, smooth as polished obsidian, stretched taut over a body sculpted by pleasure and desire. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, framing a face that could launch a thousand ships. And that ass, well, let’s just say it was legendary – a perfect curve of muscle and sinew that had captivated me since the moment I laid eyes on it.

The family wedding in Monaco had been a blur of champagne, forced smiles, and the constant, gnawing feeling that I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. Seraphina had politely declined to attend, citing a migraine, but I knew better. She’d been too busy, too preoccupied with her own private pleasures to concern herself with distant relatives and awkward family gatherings. And when she did send those pictures, a digital deluge of unapologetic sensuality, I confess, my control nearly shattered. Each image, each slow, deliberate pose, was a deliberate provocation, a reminder of the raw power she held over me. The way she arched her back, the glint in her dark eyes, the sheer confidence radiating from her – it was intoxicating. My cock, hard as steel, refused to yield, demanding release, demanding her. I wanked twice that day, lost in a haze of lust and longing, each time using one of her photographs as a focal point, fueling the flames within me. The tightness of my pants, fitting just so, allowed for a few discreet glances, a few envious whispers, but it did little to diminish the heat that consumed me.

Her breasts, still shockingly perky despite the years, were an obsession. They were the perfect size, a generous curve that begged to be worshipped, and the long, dark nipples were a constant temptation. I’d spent countless nights tracing their contours with my tongue, lost in their velvety softness, lost in the memory of her pleasure. The thought of her wearing a top without a bra, exposing those magnificent assets, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t wait for the next set of images, the next opportunity to lose myself in her beauty.

My collection of videos and photographs grew daily, each piece a testament to our shared passion. The ones where I videoed my cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, her legs wrapped around my shoulders, were particularly cherished. They were raw, primal, and utterly devoted. I meticulously curated each frame, ensuring every inch of her body was captured in its full glory.

Returning home felt like a rebirth. The chaos of the airport, the relentless demands of travel, were a distant memory. Now, I was back in my sanctuary, surrounded by the comfort of my home, and the knowledge that Seraphina was waiting for me. I had made arrangements for the pool guy to tackle the backyard oasis on Thursday, a small act of defiance against the mundane, a prelude to the evening’s true pleasures. I’d chosen a pair of skimpy shorts for her, barely covering anything, and no bra, of course. It was a calculated risk, a test of my resolve, but I knew it would pay off handsomely.

As I waited, pacing the living room, my anticipation grew with each passing minute. The scent of her perfume, a heady blend of jasmine and musk, permeated the air, a constant reminder of her presence. The house felt charged, buzzing with unspoken desire. Finally, the doorbell rang, and I threw open the door to reveal the muscular pool guy, his face flushed with exertion. He gave me a knowing wink, a silent acknowledgment of the evening’s intentions.

“She’s in the backyard,” he said, handing me a towel. “And she looks good.”

I didn’t bother to respond, simply grabbing the towel and heading out. The backyard was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. And there she was, lounging by the pool, a vision in the skimpy shorts and lack of support. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, sent a jolt of electricity through my veins.

She saw me approaching and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. She moved with a grace that was both captivating and intimidating, a silent invitation to indulge in our shared desire. As I drew closer, I could feel the heat radiating from her, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm me.

“You’ve been waiting, haven’t you?” she murmured, her voice a low, husky caress.

“Every second,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

I dropped to my knees beside the pool, reaching out to trace the curve of her hip with my fingers. Her skin was warm, smooth, and incredibly sensitive. It wasn’t long before my hand found its way to her breast, gently cupping its generous fullness. She arched into my touch, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing,” she whispered, pulling me closer.

And as we embraced, lost in a world of lust and desire, I knew that my love for her would only deepen with each passing day. The thought of all those future pictures, all those future videos, filled me with an intoxicating sense of anticipation. My collection was growing, my obsession intensifying, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She was my queen, my darkness, my everything, and I would continue to worship her beauty and sensuality until the very end of my days. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure. It was a perfect moment, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust, a moment I knew I would cherish forever. As I explored her body, savoring every touch, every moan, every shared breath, I realized that my love for Seraphina was more than just a feeling; it was a burning, unyielding force that demanded to be satisfied. And in her arms, surrounded by her intoxicating scent and the promise of endless pleasure, I knew I had finally found my paradise. The pool guy, a silent witness to our passion, quietly retreated, leaving us alone in our sanctuary of desire. And as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the water, I knew that our night was just beginning.

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