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Rapture's Delight




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 sidetrack. One mind enjoys the detour while the other aches for more, and turning the twins into puckered peaks causes her hips to roll where our dirtier minds meet. The twins join the fray after some teasing foreplay, and she ushers me down with a hand on my crown as if to say, Let me show you the way or that I’ve outlived my stay. Sliding down between her soft thighs, I look up into her eyes, and it is made glaringly obvious that I should be cautious and that her patience might end and give in to sin.

I’m thankful for the inclination and that her coming is my favorite predisposition as well as my life’s mission. It builds some frustration as my cock aches in anticipation, but there is no better appetizer than my tongue inside her, and like the before-dinner salad, her pussy warms my palate. I share some frustration making her clit an obstruction while it reaches to connect, and her hips roll and body laments. Ultimately fluttering her clit and showing some mercy, I lift her hips so she can see my tongue flurry. Her face writhes in rapture; her will sure to fracture, and the oral deepens her ire for a far more substantial desire. “Fuck Me!” was sprayed and covered my face as her contractions threatened in haste if any more time were to be wasted. She isn’t even playing and turns to all fours while saying, “I want you so deep,” before pulling me up to my feet. My balance is precarious, requiring my hands to steady us, so she reaches down between her legs to expedite, ushering in to my other mind's delight as he celebrates with all his might.

So fucking deep she can’t even speak, as she posts her arms to keep from falling as our bodies meet. She looks back at me with delicious pain in her eyes as I hammer her hard until she sprays our thighs. She falls to her face to muffle her screams and “cum baby cum” pleas, and I go to my knees to finish the race at a breakneck pace. I’m exhausted but too close to quit, especially after she starts once again to strum her clit. Our bodies clap like thunder as my carriage slaps from under, certain to leave love marks at our colliding parts. While the clapping cheers us to the finish, my pace could not diminish until once again she looks back with a look of astonish, warning me to both proceed and admonish. I sprinted just in time for a photo-finish at the line, and as she came that final time, her body locked up and she fell over, like one of those fainting goats you've seen on Discover. Vacating me from her womb by shooting me out of the flume, she left me spraying the room, and I, too, fell without her steadying my pose while leaving me alone to manage my hose. So there we both lay in our epileptic like fits, until we gather enough breath to echo “holy shit!”

Happy Hump Day!

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