Estrogensensual

What I wouldn’t give to have gills while dining on my delicious wife. Lucky for me, she is rolling her hips, which allows me to take a breath like a swimmer does on alternating strokes. She is close and driving the pace, and I’d hate to have to come up for air. When she came, it was a beautiful thing; her finger nails dug into the bedding, her back arched while tremors ravaged her entire body, and her legs closed like a rat trap, nearly breaking my neck. She roared then reared up like a cobra ready to strike with all the venom in her eyes, warning me of her promising attack. She wanted retribution as she spun her body around to me and flipped me like a hot cake to get to her prize. All I could do was laugh as I savored my handy work in my goatee as she struggled to push me onto my back. I decided to comply and rolled with her, and her vigor only increased when she saw the real results of her delicious pussy. My cock was thick as it sprang like a Jack in the Box when relieved of my ...

It is funny; those deals you make knowing damn well that you won’t keep. We were winding down from the day and watching Cosmos, and I suggested that we should take a couple of hits, thinking that it would be even better if we were under the influence. He agreed even after I needlessly tried to upsell the idea with the empty promise of “no bang bang” and that we could just relax and catch up on our shows, like that ever happens. I make sure the kids are either busy or tucked in for the night, and we sneak into our bathroom, open a window, and turn on the exhaust fan. And like two degenerates, we climb up on our bathroom bench to smoke so that we can blow our own exhaust right out the window. They were smooth hits of cripy, and any more than two hits would be too much, so we floated down from our perch and danced our way back to the couch once we could recall what our plan had been. We gathered our refreshments and snacks on the way and melted into the couch, repeating our pledge of ...

She turns me on in so many ways, and I’m looking forward to us sharing the rest of our days. She makes more than just my heart swell as I sit here and struggle for the words to tell. Thinking about her curves and all her edges, and all her perfect imperfections, has a side effect of an erection. Finally, the others ’ heads’ creative juices start to flow, and my vision grows, and as one mind clears, the words just seem to appear. I still cannot hide my appreciation, and have to adjust my growing adulation, and like the wood of early morning, it lies heavy across my groin. My thoughts bring us together with heated words to deliver. The battle begins; one mind wants to savor while the other wants to sin. Never soon enough seems to be the story of our lives, as I need to adjust again, picturing myself between her thighs. Our kiss breaks with a heated rake, one mind anxious to expedite, the other revels in delight. Strategically placed to distract, her beautiful breasts cause me to...

Just a taste, he tells me, and I knew my odds going in, and honestly, who gives a fuck about the odds when it is a win-win situation when you are making the time? I play the game anyway and get reassurances that it will be just a taste; he agrees with his devious little smile and walks me into the bedroom. Neither of us had showered yet, and we still had little people running the house, and I hoped that would guarantee me a quick window. I locked the door behind me and we stripped on our way to the bed, to maximize our time, duh. He threw back the comforter and patted the bed where he wanted me to be. I knew I was in over my head when he pushed me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and picked up my hips to take a bite out of the back of my thigh where it meets my ass before licking me from my ass to my clit. Dirty be damned as he teased me before diving deep inside me just so I could hear him moan in delight when he found me already prepped with ovulation and slick with anticip...