His weight is pinning me to the mattress, but that isn’t why I find it hard to breathe. It is because he is stealing my breaths in heated kisses while filling me over and over again, and like a hot knife through butter, his beautiful cock smoothly hammers at my soul while his uses his fingers to strum my clit like a harp. My soul is cracking, made more than deliciously evident by the waves of salty-sweet waters breaking my levies that he surfs home. I thought I might die when he stopped suddenly to sit up and back on his haunches and put my feet flat on his chest. I felt his heart singing through the flats of my feet as he continued to play our song. Just nekkin, my ass…but I digress. Initially, we were both exhausted, and it was late when he got into bed, plus his back had been hurting him more than usual from playing basketball with the children. We both agreed to deviate from my original plan to ravish him for a change, as we both took some PMs, and I donned my retainer before s...