Wet Welcome, Naked Surprise

The rain hammered against the windows of the old Victorian, a relentless percussion that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. I’d just finished wrestling with the overgrown rose bushes in the backyard, my muscles aching, my skin slick with sweat, and my mind consumed by a single, desperate need. Lacy. Just the thought of her sent a shiver down my spine, a primal heat that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew she’d be waiting, anticipating my arrival, and the anticipation was a potent drug, fueling my every step as I crossed the threshold into the dimly lit living room.

The scent of lilies and something else, something darker, hung heavy in the air. There she was, bathed in the weak light filtering through the stained-glass windows, a vision of exquisite vulnerability. Lacy stood naked, a masterpiece of curves and shadows, her back arched against the antique mahogany bar. Her hands rested lightly on its surface, a silent invitation. As I drew closer, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face, a playful acknowledgment of my intentions. With a fluid grace that always captivated me, she lowered her chest, her legs widening to reveal the promise of pleasure beneath. Then, with a deliberate arch of her spine, she exposed her ample backside, the smooth, glistening skin a tantalizing invitation. The sight of her opening, vulnerable and exposed, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated desire through me.

I shed my shirt and shorts, the damp fabric clinging to my skin as I knelt behind her, my own arousal building with each passing second. A primal instinct took over, and I brought my hand down hard on her ample backside, a forceful declaration of my intent. A moan escaped her lips, a raw, animalistic sound that sent shivers down my spine. I squeezed her asscheeks, feeling the tension building, and pulled gently on her pussy, coaxing it open like a hesitant bloom. It was a breathtaking sight, the soft, pale flesh glistening under the dim light, the anticipation palpable. I tasted her sweetness, a delicate blend of warmth and moisture, and my hand instinctively moved to caress her sensitive clitoris.

Lacy moaned again, a desperate plea for more. She pressed against me, her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy opening further in response to my touch. "Relax, baby. Relax," I murmured, my voice husky with desire, as I lowered my tongue, drawing it slowly and deliberately across her open pussy. She cried out, a sharp, involuntary sound, as I gripped her hips and pulled her along my tongue, exploring every inch of her vulnerability. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of dominance and submission, a dance of pleasure and pain. But as I slowly slid my tongue up and over her asshole, she recoiled, her eyes wide with surprise. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice strained, "Don’t stop."

I paused, my hand hovering over her body, and then, responding to her plea, I resumed my exploration, my tongue tracing the contours of her arousal with unrestrained passion. Her nervousness quickly dissolved into a wave of shivers, her body arching and grinding against mine as she surrendered to the pleasure. I reached around and began squeezing her clitoris, feeling the first tremors of her mounting excitement. Soon, the pressure became unbearable, and she let out a strangled cry, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her nectar erupted from her pussy in a torrent, soaking into my mouth and dripping down my chin. It tasted like heaven, a potent blend of sweetness and salt, fueling my desire even further.

As she lost control, her vocal cries intensified, demanding my attention. "Oh, yes, fuck me. Yes, pound me. This is what I wanted. Sooo good, baby. Fuck me, please. Yesss, harder!" Her words were a torrent of lust and hunger, a desperate plea for release. I answered her call, unleashing a torrent of passion, slamming my cock into her pussy with relentless force. Her hips thrust forward with each stroke, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. I could feel her moans escalating, each cry a testament to her overwhelming desire. Her cries urged me on, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

As I continued my relentless pounding, my balls bounced against her fingers as they worked her clitoris, a tantalizing sensation that only intensified her pleasure. Her surprising vocal cries were a constant reminder of her need, a powerful motivator that kept me going. "Don’t stop," she begged, her eyes clouded with a lust and hunger I’d never witnessed before.

I gave her everything I had, digging deep within myself to unleash a primal force of pure, unadulterated desire. I pushed myself to the limit, ignoring the burning sensation in my muscles, driven by the overwhelming urge to satisfy her. She looked back over her shoulder as she begged for more, her eyes filled with a desperate plea, her body contorting with pleasure.

“Don’t stop. Yes. Yessssss!” she shrieked, her juices squirted out around my cock, a testament to her unrestrained passion.

I froze, momentarily stunned by the sheer intensity of her pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a complete surrender to the moment. But Lacy’s insistent cries quickly broke through my reverie, reminding me of her desperate need. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

Reluctantly, I acquiesced, burying my cock deep inside her pussy, holding still as she adjusted to its presence. Then, as she began to pull me out slowly, I braced myself for the inevitable climax. As I thrust again, she let out a piercing scream of pleasure, her body convulsing with every movement. Her intense pleasure sent shivers down my spine, a confirmation of my success. Finally, as I delivered one last, devastating thrust, she let loose a torrent of cum, a deluge of pleasure that filled her pussy and spilled onto my face. Legs wobbling at the intensity, I collapsed over her back, gasping for air, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

When I was able, I trailed kisses across her shoulder blades, savoring the lingering scent of her arousal. Then, gently withdrawing, I left her to her satisfaction, a contented smile playing on her lips. Lacy, with a satisfied sigh, pulled herself together and, wrapping herself in a towel, made her way to the bathroom, leaving me alone in the dimly lit living room, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter. The rain continued to hammer against the windows, but now it seemed less insistent, more like a gentle accompaniment to the afterglow of our shared pleasure. The scent of lilies and something darker lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the primal connection we had forged, a connection that promised to burn bright long after the rain had stopped.

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