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The Perfect Game




Even as I released into her succulent mouth, so turned on about the fact that I was, I still couldn’t help but to hold back enough to continue because I so desperately wanted to show her how good it felt. We designed our shower partially with this in mind, and when I joined her in the shower, I had no idea that she would molest me, and so perfectly, I might add. Who would have thought that washing each other’s backs would lead to her beautiful lips being wrapped around me? After washing my more than appreciative manhood, she jumped out of the shower to lock the bathroom door and rejoined me under the hot indoor rain. She directed me over to the bench in our shower with her hands wrapped around her masterpiece, where she proceeded to make love to me with her mouth. I repositioned one of our shower heads to keep her warm while she made me hot enough to come in her gifted mouth. I got so caught up in watching her lips slide up and down me with just the thought of cumming in her mouth that it pushed me to do just that as she ate even more hungrily when she tasted it. I collected myself just in time and pulled out of her mouth, and she seemed confused as to why until I told her I wanted to taste her. With her hand still wrapped around me, she milked more from me and gave me a pouty face while telling me that she looked forward to finishing me. I cajoled her to allow me to participate and move it into the bedroom where we’d be more comfortable. We quickly dried, and she secured the bedroom from any potential interruptions from our offspring as I made a spot for her on the bed and patted it invitingly.

She leaped up onto the bed and joked for me to be gentle before I pulled her roughly to me at the side of the bed, pushed her legs open, and then kissed her sweet, nether lips as gently and persuasively as one would who is hoping to get to second base. I inhaled her first with soft brushes of my lips on hers and continued to push my lips harder and further into her before introducing any tongue. Even when I did, it wasn’t until her whimpers persuaded me to concede. I savored her torment and my own because as my tongue delved into her. Her sweet nectar matched her aroma, and she told me she had been silky ready since all our previous shower play. Whenever I taste her nectar, it takes severe self-control for me not to gorge myself, especially when spreading her lips and seeing them already glossy and wet. Like a Venus flytrap, I couldn’t resist, and it took all my willpower not to devour her, but I’m proud that I maintained even through her pleading cries. I took my time as the soft touches of my tongue grew to more and more persuasive and probing French kisses and just like a horny teen I was eager to finger fuck her and slowly slid my finger into her slick shallow pool while alternating between fluttering flicks of my tongue first across then to more progressive strokes directly up and down over her appreciative swelling clit. Finally way past convinced that she was sufficiently persuaded to allow me to next base by her rolling hips and pillow muffled pleas, I stood between her quivering thighs and with my equally persuaded cock in hand I painted her then desperately flexing and satin flower petals with long brush strokes before practically slipping into her as her famished tight nether mouth ate me alive.

Between our shower play and the foreplay, there wasn’t much more pre-game warm-up needed. I made slow love to her, hoping that she’d be able to make it to bottom of the ninth inning as I bragged about the view and how I wished that she would watch as my cock filled her so perfectly and repeatedly. She wept that she couldn’t bear to watch because she wouldn’t be able to contain because I already pushed and teased her too far. She was already rounding the bases too quickly, and with clenched teeth, she was going for third base. In my initial attempt to fake a bunt, I nearly hit a home run as she painted my cock with an acceptable clear coat and slid safely into third before she kicked off of me into the middle of the bed leaving all bases loaded, the game scoreless, with pinch runners and a pinch hitter at bat. I failed to tag her out at third so I dove on top of her back, locked her legs together with my strong thighs before filling her again until I repeatedly bounced off her ass. I swung for the fences, and it wasn’t long before she was stealing home plate, and just as she was barreling into home with tightly gripped knuckles full of bedding, I too was tagging her out as we collided at home. We were both winners as we returned to the showers satisfied and happy that the game didn’t have to go into extra innings and that we still had some time to hang with our brood before having to tuck them into bed, and as you can probably deduce by my recollection of events, the metaphor about thinking about baseball helped to assist in our perfect game. 

Happy Hump Day!

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