Nordic Heat: Sexercise, Boobs, Kissgasm

The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling Victorian house, mirroring the insistent throb in my loins. Melody, my Nordic beauty, was a vision in the pale moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. She moved with the grace of a panther, meticulously executing the physical therapist's prescribed exercises on her back, each flex and extension a tantalizing preview of the pleasure to come. Her porcelain skin glistened with moisture, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic desire building within me. “Brrrr!” she exclaimed, a playful shiver that sent a jolt through my senses. A simple comment, yet it ignited a fire in my soul. I couldn’t help but remark on the stunning view, a blatant attempt to savor every moment before the real fun began. She feigned annoyance, a subtle roll of her eyes, but a genuine smile played on her lips, a silent acknowledgement of my desire.

The first exercise, the one mimicking the missionary position, was particularly potent. Lifting her buns off the bed, mimicking the rise to meet my cock, sent waves of heat through my body. It was an act of intimate invitation, a blatant disregard for the prescribed routine. “You have to realize that particular exercise is very sexy!” I declared, my voice husky with anticipation. “Any husband would feel the same way seeing his wife doing that! I almost came as soon as I saw you!” Her response was a playful eye roll, but her body betrayed her, a slight tremor in her muscles signaling the simmering heat beneath her skin. She liked to tease, a delicious game that only heightened my lust.

Next, she positioned herself on her side, a large exercise band cinched between her knees, engaging in a rhythmic opening and closing of her legs. This instantly conjured images of our signature X position, a pose of perfect intimacy and shared vulnerability. I stood at the foot of the bed, my gaze unwavering, letting the sight of her struggle fuel my arousal. The rhythmic movement, the strain in her muscles, intensified my own burgeoning desire. Firming up down south, I allowed myself to succumb to the primal urges that threatened to consume me. It wasn’t just the physical act; it was the raw, uninhibited display of her body, a testament to her strength and beauty.

As I approached, I began to give her tiny kisses on her back, each touch igniting a fresh wave of pleasure. Cupping and massaging her right boob, I reveled in the sensation of her yielding flesh beneath my hands. Her response was palpable, a subtle shift in her breathing, a barely perceptible tremor in her body. The intimacy was electric, a silent conversation between our bodies, a promise of deeper pleasure to come.

The transition from exercise to intimacy was seamless. Rolling over, we met in a passionate mouth-kiss, starting with gentle touches that quickly escalated into something far more demanding. The initial hesitation dissolved as we plunged deeper, our lips locked in a desperate embrace. Reaching for the Vedo Gee G spot vibrator, coated in coconut oil, I felt a surge of anticipation. Together, we inserted it into her pussy, her body arching slightly as she welcomed the intrusion. Her hands clasped around the vibrator, guiding its movements, further amplifying the pleasure. She spread her pussy lips open, inviting me in, and as I continued to guide the G spot vibe deeper, my own arousal peaked.

The next phase involved more intimate acts. Tongue-tonsillectomy kisses followed, each contact sending shivers down my spine. Then came the playful licking and sucking on her boobies, a sensual dance of dominance and submission. Moving to my knees beside her, I initiated tip-on-nip, pumping my cock against her nipple while rubbing my glans on her sensitive skin. Using coconut oil instead of lubricant, the friction and heat intensified the sensation, creating an almost unbearable pleasure. Licking off the remaining coconut oil was a delicious, messy indulgence, a final act of devotion before the next wave of pleasure.

Melody demanded her turn, and she happily obliged. Rolling over, she grabbed Julia, my Hello Cake vibrating stroker, and began using it on her pussy and clit. The rhythmic pulses and vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her, while I watched with a mixture of desire and anticipation. The change of pace, the introduction of a new toy, only served to heighten the excitement.

As Melody stimulated my nips orally and manually with Julia, I let out a low moan of pleasure. Then, remembering the morning’s exercises, I suggested boob fucking. Melody responded with an enthusiastic roll onto her back, a clear signal of her willingness. Straddling her ribs, I positioned myself for the ultimate act of intimacy. As I thrust between her big tits, I observed her face, a captivating mix of pleasure and vulnerability. I told her she looked like a sexy 25-year-old, a blatant lie that only served to further ignite her arousal. "You are so fucking beautiful when boob fucking! Because you are fucking me with your beautiful tits!" I exclaimed, reminding her that this act was a continuation of a tradition from our wedding night. Her response, a simple “Yes, I remember,” confirmed my suspicions: this was more than just sex; it was a shared history, a sacred ritual.

We continued the boob fucking for what felt like an eternity, the rhythmic thrusts and arches a testament to our mutual pleasure. The sight of my hard cock emerging from her ample cleavage was both shocking and exhilarating. It was a reminder that age was just a number, that passion and desire knew no bounds. We finally decided to indulge in full PIV sex, a move that was both daring and liberating.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Melody asked me if I wanted to cum on her chest. "Yes, please do!" she urged, her voice laced with anticipation. And so, I obliged, spraying cum across her chest and a little on her face, reveling in the shared pleasure. Just moments later, as I moved to kneel by her, she began buzzing her clitoris once more. Her body arched off the bed, mimicking the movement of her earlier exercise. I responded by diving back onto her right tit, the sensation overwhelming me. The combination of oral and manual stimulation, coupled with the intense heat of her arousal, pushed me to the brink of ecstasy.

Reaching my first climax, my body convulsed with pleasure, my orgasm a powerful wave of sensation that left me breathless. Melody moaned in response, her body trembling with excitement. Then, as I slid my cock out, I scooped some cum from her leaking pussy, rubbing it on her left tit before licking it off, savoring every last drop.

Melody, in her eroticized brain fog, demanded her own turn loving on my nips. Rolling over, she popped the Vedo Gee out, forcing us to rectify the situation. I lubed up and used Julia, my Hello Cake vibrating stroker, while Melody talked for her as she stimulated my nips orally and manually.

Finally, I asked, “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” Her response, a resounding “YES! Please fuck my pussy!” confirmed my suspicions. As I entered her with two smooth thrusts, her face reflected a mixture of pain and pure, unadulterated pleasure. I began pumping slowly, then faster, feeling her body arch and writhe with each movement. Her Kegel squeezes intensified the sensation, sending shivers through my body.

“I love how you like to be fucked hard!” I exclaimed, as I shifted from fast fucking to more relaxed movements. She moaned in agreement, continuing to buzz her clitoris as we intertwined our bodies. After a few moments, I noticed she was nearing her second climax, and I prepared myself for the inevitable. Just as my orgasm peaked, she let out a surprised exclamation, “I-I’m C-COMING!”

She trembled and sighed with pleasure as her buns arched off the bed, a perfect mirror image of her earlier exercise. We lay there for a while, catching our breath and savoring the lingering sensations. Finally, I asked her if we should repeat the boob fucking experience, and she eagerly agreed. The rhythmic thrusts continued, each movement fueled by our mutual desire. The intensity of our passion reached new heights, pushing us further and further into the depths of pleasure. The rain outside intensified, but inside, we were lost in a world of lust and ecstasy.

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