Your scent…
“Is it wrong, that when I think of you, I think of your cunt? And I will say, with little trepidation, that I miss it very much.”
“Is it wrong that when I think of you, I think of your cunt? And I will say, with little trepidation, I think of it often.”
“Tell me more”
“I was curious when you texted to meet here. It was very —”
“No. Tell me more about my cunt; tell me why you think of my cunt.”
“Oh — I really don’t know why I said that. It was rude.”
‘Well, you did, so go on.”
“Your smell, it’s the smell of your cunt. Your perfume is always wonderful but all I can smell is the musky sour scent of your cunt; it seems to permeate from every pore as if they’re connected directly in some way. Sometimes it’s subtle, and sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
“And now?”
“It’s intoxicating — maybe that’s why I so rudely brought it up. I admit I like when you haven’t shaved for a while; your cunt becomes feral in a way, and your scent seems stronger. I imagine that you were wet before you sat down; I can smell it all over you.”
“Good guess. Please continue”
“I like the way your cunt shapes my cock. As you know, I’m always hard for you but when your ride me, you contract your cunt in a way that moulds my cock to the shape of your cunt; I get longer and thicker. You inevitably tell me it fits perfectly and grind until you cum.”
“Yes. I do like doing that. You always cum very hard for me when I’ve had my way. Should I just assume you like how it tastes?”
“You already know I do.”
“True. But I want to hear you tell me.”
“I like how my tongue can tease your cunt to give me it’s juices — I will drink from you until you force me to stop but I like to coax you to give me more. I work very hard to make you squirt.”
“Hmmmm. Shall we have another drink?”
“It is date night after all. Besides, I want to see how long it takes before one of us suggests we make our way discretely to the restroom and fuck our brains out like animals.”
“Oh sweetie, you will cave way before I do.”
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Cock, balls and cunt
She nudges me onto my back and searches for the lube lost somewhere among the sheets — with a sense of satisfaction she finds it and pours it over my cock with abandon. She gets on top of me and moves herself until her warm cunt is pressed up against the base of my balls.
There is a wildness to her eyes when she has cum for the last time — she looks at me as she pushes back her dishevelled hair and protests when I try to touch her; she says she’s sensitive and will be sore later. As she playfully slaps my hand away and kisses me deeply, she tells me she wants to play with our cock. It’s a game we sometimes play when she has taken me to the edge more than once but wouldn’t let me finish until as she says, she’s had her way with me.
She nudges me onto my back and searches for the lube lost somewhere among the sheets — with a sense of satisfaction she finds it and pours lube over my cock with abandon. She gets on top of me and moves herself until her warm cunt is pressed up against the base of my balls. She then announces how it looks like she has a cock and balls and wants to play with it until we cum. As I stare up at her, it does look like we both have the same cock and I groan slightly as she starts to press herself into me and stroke our cock. Her rhythm changes as she watches me, and she makes compliments about how red our cock is; she stops when she thinks I we can’t hold it any longer and pushes her cunt harder into me and coos with pleasure.
She reaches for more lube and pours it onto our cock and circles the ridge of the head with two fingers; she then slowly moves down the shaft to our balls and back up in a slow-motion until cunt, balls, and cock are slick and sticky.
She watches me contort and smiles as I beg to be released — she deliberately lightens her touch to keep me on the edge. Then almost to herself, she says she wants to watch us cum; her grip tightens, and she strokes our cock faster. She moves her other hand to our cock, and before she can start double handing our cock, my back arches as I cum with a long groan of relief. She softly stokes our cock and admires how much we came.
Slowly, and unexpectedly, she adjusts to separate cock, balls and cunt and straddles over me, and with a hand glistening with lube and cum, starts to caress the folds and finger her clit. She opens to her caresses and enters herself as I watch. She begins to rock slightly to her finger fucking and I watch juices begin to flow down her inner thighs and onto my cock and balls, and onto the sheets. With a shiver she stops, and her eyes focus on me and sparkle.
It seems she hadn’t come for the last time after all.
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