Liquid Desire: A Wet Afterglow

I had just watched my wife eagerly suck her own pre-cum from her finger. We lay in our bed under our soft comforter, her legs still slightly spread. Her hand was still in my briefs, slowly rubbing my full, heavy balls. As her hand dropped from her mouth, I kissed her again and tasted her saliva mixed with the faint taste of pussy. I slid my hands from her breasts, until I felt the edge of her shirt, and began pulling it up. “No,” she protested, feigning innocence. “It’s ok,” I reassured her, “it’s time to take your shirt off.” I continued pulling her shirt up, watching it begin to roll up, right over the bottom of one of her plump tits. Her soft, rosy areola appeared, and then finally the bud of her nipple. She grabbed my balls firmer, rolling them in her hand, still refusing to touch my hard-on. I was consumed with the sight of her exposed tit. My hand covered her breast, and I felt the hardening nipple against my palm. I slid my hand down her breast until I cupped it from below. My thumb and fore-finger gripped the naked, pink tip and I began rolling it. “Uhhh,” she sighed. I watched her face as I continued to pinch her nipple gently. With her eyes closed, I saw her brow furrow and her mouth fall open. She breathed out and I heard her breath catch as I pulled firmly on her nipple, twisting it back and forth until I was satisfied with her reaction. She squirmed and her hand reached up to free her other tit. Her tank top was now bunched up above both of her heaving breasts. I had one in each hand now, gently flicking and rubbing each of her puckered nipples. She gave a deep moan. Under the blankets, between her cream colored thighs, I knew she must be dripping.

“I love your tits,” I whispered, “They are so hot! I love your soft, pink nipples and how horny it makes you for me to play with them.” My wife looked down at her breasts, my hands still squeezing and pulling the nipples, like I was milking them. She likes to watch me play with her, and I made sure to put on a show. I gently bounced her tits, pinching and pulling at them, all the time making sure she saw everything. I felt her hand then, letting go of my balls and sliding over to grip my cock. She didn’t stroke it or play with it; she just gripped it, like a shifter in a sports car. I knew it was time. As my wife threw the covers off, I sat up and turned to her. She rolled towards me until she was lying half way on her stomach, propped up on her arms. I got to my knees, my hardness straining against my boxers, just six inches from her face. She didn’t look up at me. Her eyes were on my bulging crotch. I felt hot. The way she looked at me made me know that she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. She pulled my boxers down quickly, revealing my fully hard cock. My cock swung up, thick and engorged. A rope of pre-cum squirted out, splattering one of her naked tits. “Oh my gosh,” I said, “Did you see that, I’m so wet?” She was already slipping the glistening head of my cock between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft to help push it deeper. Her mouth slid down the length of me, and I felt her wet tongue massaging the underside of me, encouraging my cock to give her more pre-cum. “I just made a mess on your tits,” I continued, feeling light headed, watching as she bobbed her head, “I just dripped pre-cum all over you…” She didn’t stop. I reached down and grabbed her hair, helping her slide up and down on me. Her shirt was still bunched up, and I looked at her big, soft tits swaying while she fucked my cock with her mouth. My other hand went to them, playing with one nipple and then the other. There was a hot, tight ache in my cock. My balls hung low, swollen with cum. “Your so good at sucking cock. I fucking love it!” I told her. “Mmhmm,” she replied, still sliding up and down on the long cock filling her mouth. She came off with a wet pop, her bottom lip wet with spit and her hand still wrapped around my slippery shaft. Looking down at her chest, she smiled at the thick pre-cum squirted across one tit like whipped cream on a cake. Using two fingers, she wiped it up and brought it to her mouth, licking it off while she looked up at me. My hand covered her breast, and I felt the hardening nipple against my palm. I slid my hand down her breast until I cupped it from below. My thumb and fore-finger gripped the naked, pink tip and I began rolling it. “Uhhh,” she sighed. I watched her face as I continued to pinch her nipple gently. With her eyes closed, I saw her brow furrow and her mouth fall open. She breathed out and I heard her breath catch as I pulled firmly on her nipple, twisting it back and forth until I was satisfied with her reaction. She squirmed and her hand reached up to free her other tit. Her tank top was now bunched up above both of her heaving breasts. I had one in each hand now, gently flicking and rubbing each of her puckered nipples. She gave a deep moan. Under the blankets, between her cream colored thighs, I knew she must be dripping.

“I love your tits,” I whispered, “They are so hot! I love your soft, pink nipples and how horny it makes you for me to play with them.” My wife looked down at her breasts, my hands still squeezing and pulling the nipples, like I was milking them. She likes to watch me play with her, and I made sure to put on a show. I gently bounced her tits, pinching and pulling at them, all the time making sure she saw everything. I felt her hand then, letting go of my balls and sliding over to grip my cock. She didn’t stroke it or play with it; she just gripped it, like a shifter in a sports car. I knew it was time. As my wife threw the covers off, I sat up and turned to her. She rolled towards me until she was lying half way on her stomach, propped up on her arms. I got to my knees, my hardness straining against my boxers, just six inches from her face. She didn’t look up at me. Her eyes were on my bulging crotch. I felt hot. The way she looked at me made me know that she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. She pulled my boxers down quickly, revealing my fully hard cock. My cock swung up, thick and engorged. A rope of pre-cum squirted out, splattering one of her naked tits. “Oh my gosh,” I said, “Did you see that, I’m so wet?” She was already slipping the glistening head of my cock between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft to help push it deeper. Her mouth slid down the length of me, and I felt her wet tongue massaging the underside of me, encouraging my cock to give her more pre-cum. “I just made a mess on your tits,” I continued, feeling light headed, watching as she bobbed her head, “I just dripped pre-cum all over you…” She didn’t stop. I reached down and grabbed her hair, helping her slide up and down on me. Her shirt was still bunched up, and I looked at her big, soft tits swaying while she fucked my cock with her mouth. My other hand went to them, playing with one nipple and then the other. There was a hot, tight ache in my cock. My balls hung low, swollen with cum. “Your so good at sucking cock. I fucking love it!” I told her. “Mmhmm,” she replied, still sliding up and down on the long cock filling her mouth. She came off with a wet pop, her bottom lip wet with spit and her hand still wrapped around my slippery shaft. Looking down at her chest, she smiled at the thick pre-cum squirted across one tit like whipped cream on a cake. Using two fingers, she wiped it up and brought it to her mouth, licking it off while she looked up at me. My hand covered her breast, and I felt the hardening nipple against my palm. I slid my hand down her breast until I cupped it from below. My thumb and fore-finger gripped the naked, pink tip and I began rolling it. “Uhhh,” she sighed. I watched her face as I continued to pinch her nipple gently. With her eyes closed, I saw her brow furrow and her mouth fall open. She breathed out and I heard her breath catch as I pulled firmly on her nipple, twisting it back and forth until I was satisfied with her reaction. She squirmed and her hand reached up to free her other tit. Her tank top was now bunched up above both of her heaving breasts. I had one in each hand now, gently flicking and rubbing each of her puckered nipples. She gave a deep moan. Under the blankets, between her cream colored thighs, I knew she must be dripping.

“I love your tits,” I whispered, “They are so hot! I love your soft, pink nipples and how horny it makes you for me to play with them.” My wife looked down at her breasts, my hands still squeezing and pulling the nipples, like I was milking them. She likes to watch me play with her, and I made sure to put on a show. I gently bounced her tits, pinching and pulling at them, all the time making sure she saw everything. I felt her hand then, letting go of my balls and sliding over to grip my cock. She didn’t stroke it or play with it; she just gripped it, like a shifter in a sports car. I knew it was time. As my wife threw the covers off, I sat up and turned to her. She rolled towards me until she was lying half way on her stomach, propped up on her arms. I got to my knees, my hardness straining against my boxers, just six inches from her face. She didn’t look up at me. Her eyes were on my bulging crotch. I felt hot. The way she looked at me made me know that she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. She pulled my boxers down quickly, revealing my fully hard cock. My cock swung up, thick and engorged. A rope of pre-cum squirted out, splattering one of her naked tits. “Oh my gosh,” I said, “Did you see that, I’m so wet?” She was already slipping the glistening head of my cock between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft to help push it deeper. Her mouth slid down the length of me, and I felt her wet tongue massaging the underside of me, encouraging my cock to give her more pre-cum. “I just made a mess on your tits,” I continued, feeling light headed, watching as she bobbed her head, “I just dripped pre-cum all over you…” She didn’t stop. I reached down and grabbed her hair, helping her slide up and down on me. Her shirt was still bunched up, and I looked at her big, soft tits swaying while she fucked my cock with her mouth. My other hand went to them, playing with one nipple and then the other. There was a hot, tight ache in my cock. My balls hung low, swollen with cum. “Your so good at sucking cock. I fucking love it!” I told her. “Mmhmm,” she replied, still sliding up and down on the long cock filling her mouth. She came off with a wet pop, her bottom lip wet with spit and her hand still wrapped around my slippery shaft. Looking down at her chest, she smiled at the thick pre-cum squirted across one tit like whipped cream on a cake. Using two fingers, she wiped it up and brought it to her mouth, licking it off while she looked up at me. My hand covered her breast, and I felt the hardening nipple against my palm. I slid my hand down her breast until I cupped it from below. My thumb and fore-finger gripped the naked, pink tip and I began rolling it. “Uhhh,” she sighed. I watched her face as I continued to pinch her nipple gently. With her eyes closed, I saw her brow furrow and her mouth fall open. She breathed out and I heard her breath catch as I pulled firmly on her nipple, twisting it back and forth until I was satisfied with her reaction. She squirmed and her hand reached up to free her other tit. Her tank top was now bunched up above both of her heaving breasts. I had one in each hand now, gently flicking and rubbing each of her puckered nipples. She gave a deep moan. Under the blankets, between her cream colored thighs, I knew she must be dripping.

“I love your tits,” I whispered, “They are so hot! I love your soft, pink nipples and how horny it makes you for me to play with them.” My wife looked down at her breasts, my hands still squeezing and pulling the nipples, like I was milking them. She likes to watch me play with her, and I made sure to put on a show. I gently bounced her tits, pinching and pulling at them, all the time making sure she saw everything. I felt her hand then, letting go of my balls and sliding over to grip my cock. She didn’t stroke it or play with it; she just gripped it, like a shifter in a sports car. I knew it was time. As my wife threw the covers off, I sat up and turned to her. She rolled towards me until she was lying half way on her stomach, propped up on her arms. I got to my knees, my hardness straining against my boxers, just six inches from her face. She didn’t look up at me. Her eyes were on my bulging crotch. I felt hot. The way she looked at me made me know that she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. She pulled my boxers down quickly, revealing my fully hard cock. My cock swung up, thick and engorged. A rope of pre-cum squirted out, splattering one of her naked tits. “Oh my gosh,” I said, “Did you see that, I’m so wet?” She was already slipping the glistening head of my cock between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft to help push it deeper. Her mouth slid down the length of me, and I felt her wet tongue massaging the underside of me, encouraging my cock to give her more pre-cum. “I just made a mess on your tits,” I continued, feeling light headed, watching as she bobbed her head, “I just dripped pre-cum all over you…” She didn’t stop. I reached down and grabbed her hair, helping her slide up and down on me. Her shirt was still bunched up, and I looked at her big, soft tits swaying while she fucked my cock with her mouth. My other hand went to them, playing with one nipple and then the other. There was a hot, tight ache in my cock. My balls hung low, swollen with cum. “Your so good at sucking cock. I fucking love it!” I told her. “Mmhmm,” she replied, still sliding up and down on the long cock filling her mouth. She came off with a wet pop, her bottom lip wet with spit and her hand still wrapped around my slippery shaft. Looking down at her chest, she smiled at the thick pre-cum squirted across one tit like whipped cream on a cake. Using two fingers, she wiped it up and brought it to her mouth, licking it off while she looked up at me. My hand covered her breast, and I felt the hardening nipple against my palm. I slid my hand down her breast until I cupped it from below. My thumb and fore-finger gripped the naked, pink tip and I began rolling it. “Uhhh,” she sighed. I watched her face as I continued to pinch her nipple gently. With her eyes closed, I saw her brow furrow and her mouth fall open. She breathed out and I heard her breath catch as I pulled firmly on her nipple, twisting it back and forth until I was satisfied with her reaction. She squirmed and her hand reached up to free her other tit. Her tank top was now bunched up above both of her heaving breasts. I had one in each hand now, gently flicking and rubbing each of her puckered nipples. She gave a deep moan. Under the blankets, between her cream colored thighs, I knew she must be dripping.

“I love your tits,” I whispered, “They are so hot! I love your soft, pink nipples and how horny it makes you for me to play with them.” My wife looked down at her breasts, my hands still squeezing and pulling the nipples, like I was milking them. She likes to watch me play with her, and I made sure to put on a show. I gently bounced her tits, pinching and pulling at them, all the time making sure she saw everything. I felt her hand then, letting go of my balls and sliding over to grip my cock. She didn’t stroke it or play with it; she just gripped it, like a shifter in a sports car. I knew it was time. As my wife threw the covers off, I sat up and turned to her. She rolled towards me until she was lying half way on her stomach, propped up on her arms. I got to my knees, my hardness straining against my boxers, just six inches from her face. She didn’t look up at me. Her eyes were on my bulging crotch. I felt hot. The way she looked at me made me know that she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. She pulled my boxers down quickly, revealing my fully hard cock. My cock swung up, thick and engorged. A rope of pre-cum squirted out, splattering one of her naked tits. “Oh my gosh,” I said, “Did you see that, I’m so wet?” She was already slipping the glistening head of my cock between her lips, sucking me into her mouth, gripping the base of my shaft to help push it deeper. Her mouth slid down the length of me, and I felt her wet tongue massaging the underside of me, encouraging my cock to give her more pre-cum. “I just made a mess on your tits,” I continued, feeling light headed, watching as she bobbed her head, “I just dripped pre-cum all over you…” She didn’t stop. I reached down and grabbed her hair, helping her slide up and down on me. Her shirt was still bunched up, and I looked at her big, soft tits swaying while she fucked my cock with

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