Forbidden Thighs, Wet Kisses, Deep Dive

The rain hammered against the windows of the motel room, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. The phone call had been electrifying, a clandestine exchange of whispered desires and blatant invitations. It had promised a night of unbridled pleasure, a plunge into a world of raw, untamed lust. Now, here I was, kneeling before her, the scent of her skin, a heady blend of vanilla and something wilder, something untamed, filling my senses. My legs were deliberately spread, the cool dampness of her feet a delicious invitation, a silent plea for my attention. I moved slowly, deliberately, my fingers tracing the delicate curve of her inner knees, savoring the way her muscles tensed beneath my touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips, a whispered acknowledgment of the pleasure I was offering, a prelude to the frenzy that was about to erupt.

My hand rose, my palm resting gently against her thigh, my fingertips exploring the smooth, silken surface. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, a blend of warmth and sensitivity that sent shivers down my spine. I continued my exploration, drawing my hand upwards, tracing the contours of her thigh, the subtle rise and fall of her muscles a constant, tantalizing rhythm. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation; it was about the control, the power I held in her body, in her submission. I pressed my thumb against the back of her thighs, feeling the subtle shift in her breathing as she anticipated my next move. This was what she craved, this intense, focused attention, this complete surrender to my will.

Her labia parted slightly, a silent invitation, and my own hand moved forward, my lips brushing against their sensitive flesh. The kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration, before escalating into a more demanding, insistent rhythm. My tongue followed, tracing the curves of her labia, teasing her with a slow, deliberate pace. I felt her muscles clench, her body reacting to my touch, the anticipation building with each passing second. It was a torturous pleasure, a slow burn that promised to deliver an explosion of sensation.

Then, without hesitation, I plunged in, my body entering her sweet, yielding cavity. The sensation was immediate, overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume me. Her fingernails dug into the countertop behind her, a primal reaction to the intense stimulation. She arched her back, pulling my head back, her grip firm on my hair, determined to maintain control. “You’re going to tongue f me until I cum in your mouth!” she commanded, her voice a low, husky rasp. “I’ve been fantasizing all evening about this, and I want my orgasm!”

Her ass moved rhythmically, a subtle but effective dance of pleasure, maximizing the sensation. I responded with my own movements, thrusting deep inside her, feeling her body writhe with delight. The heat intensified, the friction between our bodies becoming more pronounced, the scent of arousal filling the room. I could feel the heat radiating from her core, a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, her body completely lost in the moment.

Her feet wrapped around my back, anchoring me to her, trapping me in her embrace. It felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a complete surrender to her dominance. “Oh, no, baby. You’re gonna tongue f me until I cum in your mouth! I’ve been fantasizing all evening about this and I want my orgasm!” she repeated, her voice laced with a desperate plea. “And I’m excited to give it!” I responded, my own heart pounding in sync with her frantic breathing.

Moments later, as I began to unleash my magic tongue, teasing and twisting around her clitoris, she started holding her breath, then groaning and panting as it approached. The pleasure was building, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Suddenly, she cried out in ecstasy, her legs still trapping me, her body convulsing with uncontrollable spasms. Her orgasm was a violent, ecstatic release, a torrent of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

As she lay there, exhausted and trembling, she forced my face away, rolling over on her tummy, her breasts flattening out on the dinner table. She opened up, exposing her wet, glistening flesh, inviting my touch. Slowly, teasingly, I inserted the head, feeling the rush of warm, moist liquid as she moaned, demanding more. “More, baby, more!” she pleaded, her voice choked with pleasure.

I plunged deeper, feeling her body respond to my penetration, her hips moving in time with my thrusts. Her moans of pleasure and occasional twitch convinced me I was reaching the peak of arousal. “Harder, baby. F me harder!” she urged, her voice barely audible. Our damp flesh slapped together with each thrust, a symphony of sensation. My hands pulled on her hips, bringing me higher, deeper, until I was fully ass-deep inside her hot, wet pussy. Her moans intensified, her body writhing with pleasure, a testament to the intensity of her experience.

As I continued to thrust, feeling her body respond to my rhythm, I could feel my own arousal reaching its peak. I warned her that I was nearing ejaculation, but she threatened me not to stop, ha-ha! Her expletives only fueled my desire, pushing me further into the depths of pleasure. It took a few more minutes, but finally, my dick swelled as my cum gorges through, pulsating deep inside her. She drove her ass into me, taking every eruption, draining every ounce of love juice from me.

My God, she was as voracious as she was voluptuous, consuming me entirely in her lustful embrace. We continued gently thrusting, our bodies intertwined, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure. I didn’t want to stop, the sensation too intense, too overwhelming to let go. The feeling was mesmerizing, her gorgeously exposed ass against my groin, my still-hard dick inside the woman I love.

Slowly, I pulled out, plugging her with tissues, the lingering scent of arousal hanging heavy in the air. As she lay there, exhausted and limp, I lovingly bit her on the right butt cheek, leaving light teeth marks, a playful reminder of our shared passion. We both caught a breath to laugh, the tension finally broken, replaced by a comfortable intimacy.

She stood, turned, and kissed me with 100% approval of every act of passion we had shared this evening. Then she shocked me, saying with a smile, “After showers, I’ll bet I seduce you again before daylight, ’cause I can’t get enough of your dick.”

And sure enough, I was awakened by her warm mouth swallowing my dick at about three a.m.! It turned into a sideways 69 that led to riding her from behind while we heard the trash trucks doing their Saturday collection. At five a.m., I fell asleep with my dick still inside her and slept like a baby! And it all started with “an erotic phone call.” The rain continued its relentless assault on the motel room, a fitting soundtrack to the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

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