Prince Romeo
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...Porn star.
This would be my Academy award winning scene.
Written in the first person.
The setting:
We are lying on a day bed, surrounded by pillows. The bed is located on a three-season screened porch. The porch wraps 3 quarters around the house. It’s a beautiful summer day.
The action:
Both our shirts are off as we lie flesh to flesh. I’m on top. I look into your beautiful, haloed eyes. I kiss you softly and deeply. My hand slides along your chest as I brush fingertips over a nipple. My cock matches their hardness.
A soft breeze kicks up around us. You feel the gentle wind as a light caress to your exposed flesh. My mouth and tongue travel downward, moistening one nipple then the next. I circle, suck and then gently bite. You arch upwards towards my mouth as I pull your tender flesh between my teeth.
I move lower. My mouth is at your crotch. I bite at your flesh through your jeans. My hands find your waistline and like a ripened skin of fruit, I peel away your pants. Using your hands you hold your lips open in anticipation of my next move. I am between your legs now. My tongue circles around you and then deep inside you. A chime begins to sound in the distance as the wind picks up in intensity.
My tongue leads you to orgasm on three different occasions. Your mind looses track of time and space. You recover enough to know I am on top of you again, this time my pants are gone. My shifting hips send the signal that I'm about to enter you. At the same instant, the sky blackens and a fierce wind blows. As I thrust into you for the first time, a crack of thunder booms in the distance. Your groaning matches my thrusts as I rhythmically move in and out of you.
I scoop you up with my hands and turn you around. You are on all fours facing away from me. Somehow I’ve managed to stay inside you during this shift. As I resume my thrusts, you take a pillow into your mouth and bite down hard. Even though its early afternoon, it seems almost dark as thunder and lightning dance around us. The lightning casts beautiful shadows over your naked flesh.
You fold your knees and flatten against the bed. The tightness of this position drives me insane and I bang against you wildly. As the rain begins to pelt down just beyond us, heavy thunder and lightning peal across the sky. I loose sense of where we are and what position we are in. All I know is that we are fucking. We are fucking more wildly and uncontrollably than the surrounding storm.
Your first orgasm floods over you. It’s followed by another and then another. Your screams of pleasure resonate somewhere in my brain as I feel the discharge of my own orgasm begin. As if one perfect cue, a tumultuous series of thunder claps match my final thrusts. Lightning illuminates the entire porch as you scream your way to one final climatic orgasm.
Moments later we lay there collapsed on top of one another, collecting ourselves. A pair of birds can be heard singing a song. The sky has turned back to blue and the sun is shining down.
This would be my Academy award winning scene.
Written in the first person.
The setting:
We are lying on a day bed, surrounded by pillows. The bed is located on a three-season screened porch. The porch wraps 3 quarters around the house. It’s a beautiful summer day.
The action:
Both our shirts are off as we lie flesh to flesh. I’m on top. I look into your beautiful, haloed eyes. I kiss you softly and deeply. My hand slides along your chest as I brush fingertips over a nipple. My cock matches their hardness.
A soft breeze kicks up around us. You feel the gentle wind as a light caress to your exposed flesh. My mouth and tongue travel downward, moistening one nipple then the next. I circle, suck and then gently bite. You arch upwards towards my mouth as I pull your tender flesh between my teeth.
I move lower. My mouth is at your crotch. I bite at your flesh through your jeans. My hands find your waistline and like a ripened skin of fruit, I peel away your pants. Using your hands you hold your lips open in anticipation of my next move. I am between your legs now. My tongue circles around you and then deep inside you. A chime begins to sound in the distance as the wind picks up in intensity.
My tongue leads you to orgasm on three different occasions. Your mind looses track of time and space. You recover enough to know I am on top of you again, this time my pants are gone. My shifting hips send the signal that I'm about to enter you. At the same instant, the sky blackens and a fierce wind blows. As I thrust into you for the first time, a crack of thunder booms in the distance. Your groaning matches my thrusts as I rhythmically move in and out of you.
I scoop you up with my hands and turn you around. You are on all fours facing away from me. Somehow I’ve managed to stay inside you during this shift. As I resume my thrusts, you take a pillow into your mouth and bite down hard. Even though its early afternoon, it seems almost dark as thunder and lightning dance around us. The lightning casts beautiful shadows over your naked flesh.
You fold your knees and flatten against the bed. The tightness of this position drives me insane and I bang against you wildly. As the rain begins to pelt down just beyond us, heavy thunder and lightning peal across the sky. I loose sense of where we are and what position we are in. All I know is that we are fucking. We are fucking more wildly and uncontrollably than the surrounding storm.
Your first orgasm floods over you. It’s followed by another and then another. Your screams of pleasure resonate somewhere in my brain as I feel the discharge of my own orgasm begin. As if one perfect cue, a tumultuous series of thunder claps match my final thrusts. Lightning illuminates the entire porch as you scream your way to one final climatic orgasm.
Moments later we lay there collapsed on top of one another, collecting ourselves. A pair of birds can be heard singing a song. The sky has turned back to blue and the sun is shining down.
