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is the sex act I think of the most .Date night !!is the sex act I think of the most .
Being bent over a table and taken from behind by a stranger
Right now I'm thinking about a girl. It could be any girl. She's young, pretty, naive, inexperienced. I'm giving her a long, indulgent, sensual massage. Maybe it starts out all innocent, but the massage slowly escalates. Not that she minds. She wants it bad but I take my time. I'm rubbing oil over her skin. Her muscles relax to the pressure of my hands. Every inch of her body is carefully explored.
Eventually she gets my tongue right where she wanted it. I look up and see her pained expression as I work at her with my mouth. Long, slow oral sex builds the tension in her mind and body. She wants to cum. She's desperate. A finger inside her pussy causes her to moan. A second finger joins the first and, eyes closed, she grasps the bedsheets, knuckles whitening. My mouth on her clitoris. Two fingers stroking. She cums. And cums hard. Legs trembling. Eyes watering.
Her body feels like its still rocking as she hungrily seeks to return the favour. Hands grasp my cock. Her mouth envelopes me. Desiring eyes look up at me. She wants my cum. Inside her mouth. All over her face and body. Anywhere and everywhere.
Now that's a sex act worth spending a bit of time to dwell on.
My guy is sitting in a chair, a comfortable chair. I am sitting on his cock, facing him. His hands are cupping my breasts, his thumbs lightly glancing my nipples. Lots of eye contact, lips touching. Oh, and Zeppelin I is playing in the background.
My guy is sitting in a chair, a comfortable chair. I am sitting on his cock, facing him. His hands are cupping my breasts, his thumbs lightly glancing my nipples. Lots of eye contact, lips touching. Oh, and Zeppelin I is playing in the background.
Lately, I imagine that my wife returns from one of her business trips and tells me that she needs to speak with me. She tells me that on her trip she had a lapse of judgment, and that she ended up having a few drinks and jacking off a guy she met at the bar. I look at her calmly - she'd not sure if I'm upset. I ask her to tell me about it in detail. How big was his cock, where did he cum, what did she do with the cum? She feels like she has to tell me because at this point I have her over a barrel so to speak. I just look at her and nod. She asks me if I'm mad, I say I'm not. Later that night, I ask her to tell me again how it happened, I tell her that I enjoyed hearing about it, and ask he to show me how she jerked him off. I guide her hand to my cock...
My guy is sitting in a chair, a comfortable chair. I am sitting on his cock, facing him. His hands are cupping my breasts, his thumbs lightly glancing my nipples. Lots of eye contact, lips touching. Oh, and Zeppelin I is playing in the background.