Silken Curves, Rough Touch

The scent of her lingered in the air, a potent blend of lavender and something undeniably primal. It had been a brutal week, a relentless churn of deadlines and demands, leaving me depleted and desperately craving release. Now, finally, I was in bed with her, the silk of her nightgown a cool caress against my skin. She shifted, nestling deeper into my arms, her body radiating heat as she wiggled back against me. A strange, insistent brush of her butt against my crotch sent a jolt through me, a primal recognition of the pleasure that awaited. I’d been watching her all evening, mesmerized by the way her hips swayed as she moved through the house, her tits bouncing playfully as she undressed, her entire being an invitation to abandon myself. It felt like an eternity since the last time, weeks perhaps, and now, here she was, a vision in just a skimpy pair of silk panties, clinging to me with an eager anticipation that mirrored my own.

My body was already screaming for attention, my cock hard and throbbing with an almost unbearable intensity. The pressure against my leg was exquisite, a tantalizing prelude to the release I so desperately needed. I reached out, my hand tracing the curve of her smooth, curved ass cheek, pulling her face toward mine. A slow, deliberate kiss bloomed on her pouty lips, a silent conversation of desire. She smiled, her eyes closing in a blissful surrender, and rolled onto her stomach, her panties sliding down, exposing the sheer beauty of her round, perfectly formed bottom. The sight of it was almost overwhelming, a primal urge rising within me, threatening to consume my senses.

“Heyyyyyyyy!” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the electricity between us building with each passing second. As she shifted, I noticed something unexpected, a small, hard nub beneath the folds of her panties. “Sorry… Can’t!” she giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. My heart sank, the first wave of frustration washing over me. The ache in my balls intensified, a desperate plea for release. It felt like an eternity, a cruel tease designed to prolong the inevitable.

“There’s other things…” I suggested, my voice low and husky, hoping to ignite the flame that flickered within her. She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. “Hmm…” she whispered, wiggling her shapely, bare booty just below me, the movement sending shivers down my spine. It was an invitation, a blatant challenge to my restraint. I couldn’t take it anymore. The anticipation was crushing, the need overwhelming.

I saw her wiggling sexy ass and slid my hard member between the cheeks, she giggled and squealed “Not in there!!” as she gripped my cock with the tight flex of her ass cheeks. "I’m not going in," I told her, my voice thick with desire, "but I can use this hot ass." Slowly, deliberately, I began to thrust, to pump against that sweet, perfect curve, my muscles straining with the force of my need. The scent of her sweat mingled with the intoxicating aroma of arousal, intensifying the pleasure that surged through my veins.

“SO BAD!!” she exclaimed, her voice a breathless moan, as I continued my relentless assault on her beautiful bottom. She began to rock her ass up and down, her body undulating against me, her booty caressing my hard cock, a sensual dance of mutual delight. I groaned, lost in the throes of my pleasure, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation. She laughed at me, a playful sound that only served to heighten my excitement. “You like that? Are you going to cum? Is my ass making you crazy?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, yes,” I panted, my voice ragged with pleasure, humping her delicious ass, the rhythm of my thrusts mirroring the rising tide of desire within me. She squeezed my cock with her soft cheeks, the pressure both intense and exquisitely pleasurable. My dick slid up and down her ass crack between those shapely cheeks, and the sensation was indescribable, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume my every thought.

“Gonna cum, baby? Need to cum?” she teased, her voice laced with anticipation. Not to be neglectful, I slipped my right hand down underneath her, past her sweet hips down to the soft downy patch between her legs. I lightly stroked the sweet lips of her hot pussy, the anticipation building with each stroke.

She gasped, a delicate sound of pure pleasure, and smiled, saying, “Not too much, just outside,” and began to moan sweetly, softly, then lifted her ass to my thrusting cock again. I resumed my thrusts, still gently caressing her clit underneath, the feeling intensifying with each movement. The silky sensation of her butt was becoming unbearable, a tantalizing torture that only served to amplify my desire. I was humming, lost in the depths of my own pleasure, unable to tear myself away from the intoxicating sensation.

“Gotta cum, baby? Need to cum?” she teased again, her eyes wide with pleasure. The heat between us intensified, the air thick with unspoken desires. I gripped her ass cheeks tightly, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips. “I can’t hold back any longer,” I grunted, my voice strained with the effort of containing my mounting pleasure. I began to rock her ass around my shaft in a circular motion, the movement sending shivers down my spine. The feeling was overwhelming, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a release of pent-up desires that left me breathless and trembling.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, unable to speak as the final wave of pleasure washed over me. My body arched in ecstasy, my muscles trembling with the force of my release. I shot my final spray of cum onto the curves of her sexy ass, a final act of devotion.

She exclaimed, “Oh!” and laughed, her voice filled with delight. I dropped my head to her shoulder, savoring the lingering warmth of her skin. She reached up to tousle my hair, her fingers tracing the contours of my scalp. I panting against her for a moment as my lust subsided, feeling a profound sense of contentment.

She gave a playful last wiggle with that hot, unbelievable ass against my crotch, looking back at me and smiling, saying, “Oh, you made such a mess!” Her sexy ass was dripping with my cum, a testament to the intensity of our encounter.

“Oh, baby,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Oh, that ass. That sweet ass.” I kissed her deeply, the taste of her lips a perfect blend of sweetness and desire. After a moment, I told her, “You know…. There are things I can still do for you…” She smiled at this suggestion, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Just give me a second…” she whispered, slipping out of bed and heading towards the closet. The anticipation built again, the desire for more becoming unbearable. She returned moments later, wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves, her body radiating heat. As she walked back towards me, she paused, her hand resting lightly on my chest, and whispered, “You know, I’ve been thinking…” The pleasure was about to begin anew.

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