Midday Passion: Missionary Heat

The midday sun streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. My wife, Sarah, was due any minute, and anticipation thrummed through me like a live wire. I’d spent the morning meticulously preparing – a plush, white Egyptian cotton sheet pulled taut over the bed, the air subtly scented with sandalwood, and my own arousal building steadily, a delicious anticipation simmering beneath my skin. The thought of her, her curves, her intoxicating scent, her laughter, sent shivers down my spine. I lay on my back, feeling the familiar weight of my own body, my cock thick and heavy, a pulsing testament to my desire. It was a perfect, slow build, the kind that made the arrival all the more exquisite. I closed my eyes, focusing on the growing heat, willing myself to be as receptive as possible when she finally walked through the door.

Then, the click of the lock, the familiar sound of her heels on the hardwood floor, and the scent of her perfume filled the room. She entered, radiating a captivating energy, and the world seemed to shrink to just the two of us. "Hi baby," she said, her voice a silken caress, and she moved towards the bathroom, leaving me to my mounting excitement. Moments later, she returned, completely naked, a breathtaking vision in the afternoon light. Her curly blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, her pretty face held a mischievous smile, and her marvelous big breasts, full and firm, were a constant, silent invitation. Her pussy, neatly trimmed into a small landing strip, promised untold pleasure. I was lost in her presence, captivated by her beauty, and my own lust reached a fever pitch. It wasn't just desire; it was a profound, undeniable connection, a shared understanding that transcended words.

As I watched her, my own arousal intensified, a primal urge taking over. I wanted her, desperately, undeniably. It wasn't a casual thought; it was an overwhelming, all-consuming need. My cock stood erect, a proud symbol of my yearning, and I began to stroke myself slowly, deliberately, feeding the flames of my desire. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious torture that only made me crave her touch even more. She entered the bedroom, a playful glint in her eyes, and without a word, she took me in her mouth. Her hunger was palpable, her grip firm and insistent, as she began to suckle my shaft, pulling and twisting with a desperate need. I positioned myself carefully, ensuring that my head was angled just right, maximizing the sensation. It was an exquisite pleasure, a slow, building crescendo of sensation that left me breathless and yearning for more.

Her moans mingled with my own, a symphony of lust that filled the room. "Oh yes, yes, yes, ohhh, aaww, that feels sooo good," she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. I continued to stroke her, my movements becoming more frantic, more urgent, as she became increasingly aroused. The session quickly escalated into something far more intense. Slurping sounds echoed through the room as I focused on her clit, rubbing it vigorously, pushing and pulling, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. We both breathed heavily, moaned, and exchanged glances filled with mutual lust. The room was filled with unspoken desires, a testament to the undeniable connection between us. It was hot, passionate, and utterly consuming.

Knowing my stamina wouldn't last, I gently pulled her off my shaft, leaving my cock twitching and jumping with anticipation. She quickly shifted into the missionary position, spreading her legs wide, inviting me to enter. Her pussy was wet and eager, a tantalizing invitation that I couldn't resist. As I slowly entered, the familiar feeling of pleasure washed over me, a wave of intense sensation that made me lose all control. We synchronized quickly, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, a testament to our intimate connection. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I thrust deeper, feeling her body tense and respond to my touch. Soon, she began to squirt, releasing a torrent of warm, white cum onto my cockhead and shaft. The sensation was both exhilarating and overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I grabbed both of her big soft white tits, massaging them with fervent intensity, watching her nipples harden and erect. "Are you ok," I asked, my voice hoarse, "oh yes, everything feels so good," she replied, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I watched my long thick shaft enter and exit her soaking pussy as we both surrendered to the ultimate pleasure. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but it was also profoundly satisfying. My cock felt like exploding, and just before I lost consciousness, I pulled out, took a deep breath, and settled back into the rhythm, ready for another round. My wife knew what this meant, a clear signal for her to join me in the act. She gladly obliged, her own body responding with a primal force, and we continued our passionate exchange, lost in a world of shared pleasure. The atmosphere was thick with heat and desire, an intoxicating blend of lust and intimacy. We masturbated together, watching each other’s bodies move in unison, lost in the joy of our mutual arousal. It was truly hot, a perfect combination of passion and pleasure.

After a time of intense stroking, I moved back in, using my fat cockhead to rub her clit with a renewed vigor. Her orgasm was imminent, a powerful wave of sensation that she made abundantly clear. I entered her again, in the missionary position, and began to fuck her hard, feeling the incredible pleasure radiating from her body. A white cream began to seep from her vagina as my cock went in and out of her love hole at a rapid pace. Instinctively, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands, slapping my cock into her and squeezing her ass, feeling the sticky liquid running down my fingers and into her crack.

She lifted her head from the bed, and our eyes locked, a silent acknowledgment of the raw desire that connected us. Her mouth was open as we slammed lustfully into each other with force. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, aaww fuucckk,” she screamed, her voice filled with pleasure and pain, as I also moaned and grunted like a wild animal. Her eyes widened as I pushed her hand away and applied four fingers to her hard erect clit, stroking and circling it with furious intensity. Her hips bucked and her tits bounced around, heaving back and forth. A powerful orgasm ripped through her body, shaking her entire frame. Her first orgasm faded quickly, but she wasn't done; we continued to pound into each other, a relentless pursuit of pleasure. The second orgasm arrived swiftly, accompanied by a triumphant shriek of pleasure. Her beautiful face beamed with satisfaction as she cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

My big cock was now as rock hard as it could possibly get, and a big cum load tightened my ballsack, a clear sign that I was about to explode. A few more hard strokes and an eruption suddenly unleashed, sending streams of hot white cum shooting out of my swollen purple head, covering her pussy, her bush, and her tummy. I grabbed her, pulling her close and performing a frenzied assault on her sensitive areas. Her pussy opened wide as I thrust deep, feeling the incredible pleasure she experienced. We were both spent, utterly exhausted but completely satisfied, our bodies intertwined in a sweaty embrace. The shared experience had forged an even deeper connection, a testament to our enduring love and passion. As we collapsed next to each other, spooning together, I held her big tits in my hand, drifting off to a peaceful afternoon nap, feeling blessed by the Provider of all good things. The sun continued to stream through the curtains, bathing us in its golden glow, a perfect ending to a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

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