Her Wet Dream: A Devoted Submission

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The scent of lavender and vanilla hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of our shared life, twenty years woven into the very fabric of our home. Tonight, that scent felt charged, electric, pulling me deeper into the vortex of desire that always began with her. She lay on her side, a silhouette against the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her dark hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall. The anticipation had been building all evening, a slow burn that now threatened to erupt into a wildfire of pleasure.

As I approached, she shifted slightly, a subtle movement that sent a shiver down my spine. The familiar warmth of her skin against mine ignited a primal fire within me. I knelt before her, my cock throbbing with a desperate need to be claimed, to be plunged into the depths of her pleasure. The pre-cum still glistened on its surface, a salty testament to the relentless heat building within.

Her hand, strong and capable, encircled my shaft, guiding it back and forth with a practiced grace that always sent a jolt of electricity through my body. The rhythmic movement, the gentle pressure, was a prelude to the storm to come. Then, she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin, and began to lick the tip, tasting the salty remnants of our previous encounter. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, a sensory overload that pushed me to the edge of ecstasy. I wanted to surrender completely, to lose myself in the depths of her pleasure, to become one with her desires. I craved her mouth, a forbidden space where I knew I could find ultimate release.

“I wanna suck your cock, baby,” she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation. The words themselves felt like a promise, a declaration of intent. It was exactly what I needed, what I’d been yearning for all evening. My breath hitched in my throat as she moved to fulfill her desire.

Knowing my need for dominance, she took control, positioning herself perfectly to unleash her lustful intention. I lay on my knees, my erect cock hovering over her face, still slick with the evidence of our passion. She took another lick of the pre-cum, savoring the salty taste, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart pound in my chest. It was a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a confirmation of her delight in my arousal.

Then, she took me, gently but firmly, into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was both shocking and intensely satisfying. My body tensed, muscles clenching in anticipation. I looked up at her, relishing the view, the way her head bobbed back and forth as she cupped my balls with her hand, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers through me. It was a perfect balance of power and submission, a dance of desire that left me breathless.

We lingered in that position for several minutes, lost in the intoxicating swirl of sensation. My mind raced, thoughts of pleasure and passion filling every corner of my consciousness. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. As I did, I shifted my attention to her, and she responded in kind, her fingers digging into my flesh. I was deep inside her mouth, the tip of my cock grazing the back of her throat, pulling me deeper and deeper into the pleasure she was offering. The feeling was incredible, a complete and utter surrender to her will. I could feel myself getting closer to the brink, the pressure building to an unbearable level.

As I neared the point of no return, she pulled me out, her hand firmly supporting my shaft. She stuck out her tongue, expertly working my shaft back and forth with her fingers as she simultaneously sucked the tip of my cock. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her eyes locked with mine, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of the moment. It was a shared understanding, a mutual desire for more.

Then, the inevitable happened. Cum shot out of me, a torrent of golden liquid, landing on her tongue and face. She didn't flinch, didn’t recoil. Instead, she smiled, a wide, genuine expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The mess was a testament to the depths of her desire, the embodiment of our shared lust. She continued to pleasure me, her movements becoming more frantic, more urgent. It was as if she wanted to milk every last drop of pleasure from me, to drain me completely dry.

She took my cock back into her mouth, resuming her sucking with renewed vigor. The sensation was even more intense this time, a visceral experience that left me trembling with pleasure. I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to submit completely to her will. I was deep within her, lost in a world of pleasure and sensation, where time ceased to exist.

Her grip tightened, pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel her tongue brushing against the back of my throat, stimulating my nerves, heightening my senses. The pressure was immense, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a feeling I knew I would never forget.

Finally, she pulled me out, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took a moment to admire the mess on her face, a playful expression of satisfaction on her lips. "Did you like that?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

I nodded, unable to speak, lost in the afterglow of the experience. The scent of lavender and vanilla seemed even more potent now, a lingering reminder of the pleasure we had just shared. She then turned her attention to me, her gaze lingering on my body. Her movements became more deliberate, more sensual, as she began to explore my flesh with her hands. It was a slow, deliberate process, designed to heighten my arousal and prepare me for the next stage of our encounter.

As she worked her way across my body, her touch ignited a fire within me, pushing me closer and closer to the brink. Her passion was infectious, her desire palpable. I responded in kind, reaching out to touch myself, savoring the sensation of my own arousal. It was a perfect combination of pleasure and submission, a dance of desire that left me breathless.

We continued this exchange for a while, lost in a world of shared pleasure and lust. Then, without warning, she took me back into her mouth, resuming her sucking with a renewed sense of urgency. The sensation was even more intense than before, a primal force that threatened to overwhelm me. It was as if she knew exactly what I needed, exactly how to push me to the limit.

As I was about to explode, she pulled me out, sticking out her tongue as she worked my shaft back and forth with her fingers. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through my body. We locked eyes again, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of the moment. It was a shared understanding, a mutual desire for more.

The climax arrived with a violent burst of sensation, a release of pent-up tension that left me gasping for air. Cum shot out of me, a torrent of golden liquid, landing on her tongue and face. She didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Instead, she smiled, a wide, genuine expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

She continued to pleasure me, her movements becoming more frantic, more urgent. It was as if she wanted to milk every last drop of pleasure from me, to drain me completely dry. Her grip tightened, pulling me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel her tongue brushing against the back of my throat, stimulating my nerves, heightening my senses. The pressure was immense, pushing me to the very edge of ecstasy.

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