Here he is again.
I answered and allowed another two am ministration.
No subterfuge of a date or dinner.
Just this.
I guess I should feel like an afterthought. But I feel his tongue assail my now flowing folds with sideways twitches and tender pooks into my depths. I relish relief from the dry empty feel of earlier that night as I tossed and turned in my barren bed.
I am not a tall woman.
My boobs are too big.
I used to feel bad for some of the poor dears who became flustered when I bestowed my bounty on them. The gift of my big beautiful girls. I could always tell the ones who were accustomed to a thin strapped single clasped bra. Some were even foolish enough to search the front for release. Sweat would form on their dear flustered brows when faced with my full metal four clasp behind the back brassiere regalia.
My ass is too small.
That’s when he tosses me over on my belly and I rise up on all fours. Quivering arms and knees. No longer does he tease me with his tongue. His large smooth helmeted cock knob spreads me a little bit at a time, then slowly draws out pulling with salacious suction and vacuum formed seal enticing my silk lining to him. When he finally plunges into me my head raises to our reflection in my vanities mirror. My boobs hanging in their melony fullness, his face filled with desire as he fills his hands with them. His persistent prick pulses in my pussy augmenting the fullness I feel.
My legs are too short.
He begins to pull out and from that angle the bottom of his knob skitters across my spot of G making my elbows shiver. I feel him rise up on his toes as he slowly withdraws. The pressure of his steely shaft running between my butt cheeks is delicious.The tension in his shaft as it bends to meet taint and ass while the head stays in me is palpable. I arch my buns heavenward to keep his helmet concealed in my tight clenching cunt. He teases my portal again with his swollen knob. When he does the high drop dive into me he hits my spot dead center. My arms buckled. I whimpered as his hands slid off my tits smushing them into my mattress. My mirror view lost. The reflective lens of me getting fucked royally was replaced with my minds eye fireworks on sheets of my glissando O.
Ohhh…
My cup runneth over .
As he bounds from behind I take my solace that he will not leave my bed tonight.
I am a too soft woman.
But now as I feel his lips trace kisses along my glistening back and neck I know I am perfect.
As his tongue traces my short shorn too black hair line I regret not being blonde. I know he favors blondes. But it is not a blonde whose snatch has mingled with his passion tonight. He is still above and behind my collapsed torso. But his weight is not crushing. He is poised above covering me with tender kisses.
He hoists me up so I am facing my vanities mirror on my knees. His silhouette outlines me from behind. I feel his balls resting pleased with themselves just above my too small ass. His cock still enticingly hard and moist pointing upward, pressed into my too soft back. I watch and feel his hands glide over my too big breasts and hold them in his two large virile hands like trophies bestowed at an awards show. His eyes tell me I am perfect.
As one of his hands gently caresses and holds my left breast, as on a pedestal, his finger teasing my too flat nipple; I feel remorse as his right hand leaves my right tit unattended and traverses my too soft tummy. I rejoice as his hand finds it’s way between my too short legs to the spot glistening in dewy post glory. When his finger tip grazes my too pronounced clit, I feel the electric charge jolt extra wattage up my cottage to my belly button setting my nether world aflame.
He is speaking softly to my ear. These are not whispered sweet nothings. These are filthy everythings. Everything he wants to do to me. Everything I need done to me. He should know he needs not ask anymore. But I adore the way he does. In Technicolor detail.
He lies back on my bed.
I am alone in my vanities mirror again.
I back up.
I rise up.
As I slowly slide down and consume rigid pole in my silky cunt I see in my vanities mirror that this is perfect.
I had him right where I wanted him.
I gazed at myself in my vanities mirror.
It was good.
His cock buried deep in me. My hips are thin but his are thinner so my knees spread comfortably on either side with my feet greeting his elbows. My little butt rested between his hip bones and my clit perched perfectly on his balls.
Good indeed.
I had him so deep that I could not tell if that momentary discomforting twinge was made by fabled cervix contact or if it was a function of that knob his prick proudly sported. Still it was time to savor.
I looked at my breasts in my vanities mirror and I saw why men I rode could not take their eyes off them. Of course he will only see my ass. Ha!
Oh dear….
Still my waist slimmed a bit in it’s sublime softness till hips filled out to be fantastically female. He is getting the view I never have. I gave my hips a little swivel stirring his cock and balls and received an appreciative exhale and thickening dick as a reward.
His thumbs found one of those special spots on the sole of each foot that sent a wave up my core and tingled my nipples. I don’t know if he knew. He is full of surprises. From there his caresses moved luxuriously up my calves. The effects of his serendipitous shiatsu moment had my motor running, but I could not tell if any more would have made me cry, scream, or cum. I was glad his handy and horny caresses had moved to my thighs and beyond. But my core was warming up and I was doing the slow nether roll on his privates causing my girls to slow dance in my candle lit reflection.
I was driving this train. I was the conductor, engineer, and fire woman. He had lit this flame and I was stoking it up for a full speed ahead cross cuntry trip.
Let’s see if he can take the heat.
His hands found their way to the top of my thighs, round my bumm. Then he ever so gently coaxes me forward with a nudge to the small of my back. I lean forward just enough for his fingers to snake around my seeping lips and folds which have unfurled around him. When his fingers find their way along my furrow to my clit he now has full access to my fiery hopper of luv.
There it is again .
He.
I.
He's fucking my brain into silly thought land again as I shiver that special shiver.
Time to ride.
I began bouncing and grinding and thumping and humping and tweaking up down and sideways all over his delicious rail. Me, the woman who often crosses my arms in a futile attempt to conceal my full round and gorgeous tits, now on full furious fucking display in my vanities mirror. My arms raised above my head as my breasts bounced and boobs flounce about in the steaming boudoir air. I luxuriated in the view and the feel of his cock as I rode up the down fiery pole, greased and flowing as his fingers still did their magic all around my pussy; pulling and stretching my outer realms as his cock undid the slippery silk of my inner arena.
I bounced too high, he lost his place in the fingering fugue. He slipped out. I rode down the top of his rail as I fell to glorious orgasm. When knob met nubbin I blew. He blew too. Shot the distance. He came all over my vanities mirror.
On impulse I captured some cum in my palm before he covered my reflection.
I watched myself smear some on my tits in my vanities mirror.
There I was.
There I am.
Spent, panting, and satiated.
In my vanities mirror.
About the Creator
Pete Symes
A scenario manifests. A scenario disassembles. I participate intensively for the duration.
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