Two bodies learning the language of lust, when she walks in. Legs spread she takes all the energy from me. I grab the sheets as if they are familiar as I twist with confusion. How could she know my body like this? Then as our act becomes complex, he slides inside her deeply, stroking hard as the bed shakes. Then are roles become different as I sit on her face. Soft lips take in his pride as I watch him moan then call my name.
The cookies lay on the counter saturated by fire. He stood with one hand on the hip, disgusted by the sight. I leaned into the doorway watching him as he tried to scrape away the pain. Worried that he would give into tears of frustration, I decided to help. Slowly walking into the kitchen in nothing but a black silk robe, I stood behind him. Hugging him slightly, I moved to his right side then grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet. He looked towards me with a raised brow as I combined all the ingredients. Chocolate chips began to melt as I stirred gently.
Soon I attracted the fire starter and he began to lick the chocolate on my finger. Cookies still awaiting their destination, I knew there would be a late entry. Picking me up, he placed me on the warm stove while kissing softly. Fingers in my cookie jar, he created a wet tense moment that caused me to wrap my legs around his waist. Soft lips kissing into mine let me know the truth.
“Baby, I burn them on purpose because you always make them better than me.” He said while kissing down my neck.
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I’m focused on the bed frame as he slides in slowly. Legs spread slightly I moan just a little as his thick cock becomes my prisoner. I love this position because I feel powerful yet innocent. His moans turn me on so bad. I know some think this is wrong but it feels right. He palms my ass cheeks as he goes in then out. In harmony, we both moan loudly sharing our passion one stoke at a time. Then joy fills my body as he comes sloppily inside me making me wet. So yea that’s my favorite position.