Morning Rituals: A Wet Awakening

The scent of my secret potion still clung to my skin as I entered the bedroom, a shiver tracing its way down my spine. My husband, Mark, lay sprawled across the plush king-sized bed, his eyes already glued to me, anticipation radiating from his every pore. The morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the scene, highlighting the curve of his perfectly sculpted cock. It was an invitation, a silent challenge, and I couldn’t resist.

As I moved towards the vanity, I carefully began my routine, meticulously applying the potion, a blend of exotic oils and essential oils, designed to heighten sensations and intensify desire. The rhythmic swishing of the lotion against my skin was a prelude to the pleasure to come. With each stroke, my body felt more alive, more aware, more attuned to the primal urges simmering beneath my skin. I caught a glimpse of Mark in the mirror, his gaze unwavering, a hungry glint in his eyes. The reflection seemed to mock my restraint, urging me to succumb to the overwhelming heat building within me.

I slipped into my most revealing pair of panties, a sheer, crimson lace number that barely concealed my curves, a deliberate act of provocation. As I moved towards the bed, the silky fabric brushed against my thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure through my veins. The anticipation grew with every step, fueled by the knowledge of what awaited me. I pulled on my corporate skirt, a tailored black sheath that concealed my assets, yet couldn't contain the heat radiating from my core.

Mark slid down beside me, his hand reaching out to gently guide me closer. “Do you need me to help you with that?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, laced with a hint of suggestion. I arched my back, leaning into his touch, and replied, “Absolutely. Get over here.” My movements were deliberate, a slow, seductive dance designed to tease and entice. As I knelt between his legs, I began to caress his cock, my fingers tracing the contours of his shaft, my lips whispering against his sensitive skin. “I almost lost my mind when I watched your sexy pussy slip underneath your panties. My cock was so jealous of them,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

With a confident grip, I firmly seized his cock around the shaft, pulling it towards me and sinking my teeth into the sensitive flesh. My eyes met his, a silent acknowledgment of the mutual desire that pulsed between us. As he began to stroke his cock, my body responded instinctively, my tits straining against my shirt, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The scent of arousal filled the air, thick and intoxicating.

My hand reached out, pulling his shirt open slightly, revealing the raw, vulnerable flesh beneath. I ran my fingers along his chest, teasing his nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through him. Simultaneously, I started circling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting its salty juices, savoring every inch. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

Mark’s muscles tensed with each thrust, his breathing growing heavier, his moans escalating in intensity. “Oh, fuck yeah. Ohhhhhh,” he whispered, lost in the depths of his own pleasure. His words were a testament to the power of our connection, a confirmation of the primal instincts that drove us both.

As he continued his rhythm, a wave of heat washed over me, threatening to consume me entirely. I couldn’t resist the urge to respond, to join him in his ecstasy. I lifted my knee and placed it beside his, supporting my weight as I leaned forward, my other leg following suit. My body arched, my hips swaying in time with his movements, creating a mesmerizing display of pleasure.

“Come up here,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. I knew what he wanted, and I couldn’t deny him. Slowly, deliberately, I slid up to his face, my tits pressing against his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his body. His fingers didn’t leave my tightening vagina, guiding me as he expertly entered the channel between my peaks. The wetness from his pre-cum seeped into my flesh, a slippery lubricant that intensified the sensations.

His thrusting became more intense, the sounds of his pleasure growing louder, more desperate. “I’m going to cum,” I panted, my body trembling with anticipation. Mark responded by intensifying his grip, pulling me closer, deepening his penetration. “Cum, baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing. “Ohhhhh, fuck yes. Yes. Ohhhh.”

As I reached the brink of orgasm, I took a step back, giving myself a moment to savor the pleasure before succumbing to the inevitable. I stood and bent over, bringing my hot-spot in line with his mouth. His fingers didn’t leave my tightening vagina, expertly guiding my ass as he continued to pleasure me. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.

“Please. Oh, yes. Fuck,” I moaned, letting out a primal scream of ecstasy. As I finally released my grip, a wave of relief washed over me, followed by a surge of renewed desire. Mark’s eyes widened in anticipation as he watched me, savoring every moment of my release.

As I pulled myself back onto the bed, he grabbed me around my waist, pulling me in closer, his hands caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples. He continued to lick and tantalize me with his tongue, expertly preparing me for another round. The heat returned, more intense than before, and I knew that we were only just beginning.

He continued to thrust his slicked stiffness into my cleavage, leaning back on his elbows as he entered the channel between my peaks. The sounds of his excitement escaping his lips let me know how great it felt. “I’m not going to last like this,” he warned, his voice filled with a desperate plea.

“Don’t stop,” I urged, my voice hoarse with pleasure. As he continued his assault, my body responded instinctively, my tits straining against my shirt, my breath coming in ragged gasps. He lifted himself as he entered me, his leakage adding to the wetness, a testament to the power of our connection.

The passion intensified between us, fueled by our shared desire. I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure, unable to resist the urge to push further. I stood and bent over, kissing his sweet lips, allowing my hand to dart up and down on him for a few short moments before returning to my position.

Mark grabbed me around my waist with one hand and pulled me in closer, delicately inserting his fingers into my hot-for-him pussy. He used his other hand to unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing my legs to his touch. As I spread my legs further, he guided another finger in. His pre-cum oozed, providing a great slippery surface as my hand travelled up and down on him.

The tension between us reached a fever pitch. I wanted more, desperately, but he, too, was consumed by the pleasure, unable to resist the urge to push further. We continued to pleasure each other, lost in a world of sensation, until finally, we reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

As I cummed on his face, Mark’s fingers didn’t leave my tightening vagina. He started to lick and tantalize me with his tongue, quickly bringing me to the edge of an orgasm. He continued to guide my ass with his hand, his touch electrifying my senses.

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” I moaned, my body shaking with pleasure. “Ohhhhh, fuck yes. Yes. Ohhhh.”

Mark’s intense grip held me captive, drawing me deeper into his pleasure. I flooded his mouth with my love of being fingered, gasping every time his fingers and tongue entered me. “Cum,” he urged, his voice filled with longing. “Cum, baby.”

As I continued to cum, my body trembled with the intensity of the sensation. He watched me with unbridled lust, savoring every moment of my release. His gaze lingered on my body, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure we had shared.

“Let’s do it again,” he whispered, pulling himself closer, eager to continue our intense encounter. We repeated the process, pushing each other to the edge of ecstasy, lost in the depths of our shared desire. The heat intensified, the sounds of our pleasure echoing through the room, a testament to the power of our connection.

As we continued to pleasure each other, my mind drifted back to the morning, to the secret potion and the revealing panties. A small smile played on my lips as I realized the extent of my arousal. Mark and I had set the stage for an unforgettable morning, a day filled with passion, lust, and unbridled desire. The experience left me breathless, invigorated, and yearning for more.

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