Skip to main content

Beach Break




He was already standing tall when she withdrew his throbbing limb from her succulent mouth as it glistened in only the moonlight shining in from their opened veranda, and before she lowered herself onto it and her breathy pants seemed to be in rhythm with the waves that rolled faintly onto the shore just outside of their suite. It already requires all his strength not to give in to the primal urge to fill her. He hid behind his long dark lashes to obscure his view as he thought of other things to keep from following through. But he is captivated by her rhythmic dance as that same moonlight accentuates the curves of her full hips and breasts and the evident stress of her duress as she chews her lips in her beautiful moonlight eclipse.

He is stoned as if he is smoking her as he looks up at her, mulling his own lips too as if it were the only way to stay his passion and keep from erupting. His eyelids seem heavy while trying to hide from his weakness as she rides his writhing stalk, siphoning the life force from him with her Vampiric undulating dance. It is certainly a battle of wills that neither can be considered the conqueror or the conquered. This erogenous ballet she performs with him as her stage is sure to end in a winded ovation.

Her ride in the saddle is exquisite as her composure becomes less stoic and her song less silent. Her cries awaken him like a volcano as he bulges inside of her even more in response, threatening to push them both over its smoldering rim. She breathes a cry to accommodate his change in mass and erupts her own steamy, sweet, and salty bath, lathering his earth-shattering event to help facilitate her rise and descent. She succumbs first but she will cum again as evident by her stance in the stirrups and her quickened pace. She composes herself, resolute to repeat and three-peat or whatever is necessary to see him cave in under her. With one already under her belt, she becomes fierce as she gathers a second wind and increases to a gallop, knowing it will take that much more to get either of them there again. He roars under her and pushes up from the bottom as he grabs her flanks to punish her perfectly, obviously aroused by her challenge.

Watching him flex under her and feeling him grow impossibly more inside her causes her to carve another notch in her belt as she shakes in the saddle again. He holds her firm to him and continues to grind in her as his thick chest flexes, his abs coil as he rolls under her, and his powerful thickly veined arms hold her still. She strains to free herself in hopes of gaining the upper hand, but he pulls her down to him and inhales the fight from her in a dominate kiss before growling some imminent, delicious threats into her ear. Only she knows what he says or what causes her to spread her haunches further as he gathers her mane in both his powerful hands, pulling her head back and pile drives her from below as if he hopes to bring the whole house down around them. He passes any point of return and dictates how he will bring them both to the end in heated whispers for her ears only, causing her to exclaim as if to challenge him further.

We can only imagine his demands as she reaches back and smacks her own flank before grabbing it and bucking against him, while he seems to defy a few laws of physics and hammers her from the bottom in violently delicious speed. He still growls decadent guttural orders into her mane before she slides her finger inside of her own dark place and howls like a bitch in response. Her cries are clear as she crumbles and quakes once again, and he can’t deny her this time and fills her with more than just his love. The house does seem to fall around them as once again, it is only their pants they hear as they slowly fall back into rhythm with the waves on the shore below.

Happy Hump Day!!




Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Gigolo IV

She swung at me, and she wasn’t holding back. Sure, it stung, but it only made me more excited. She even challenged and threatened me with more physical harm if I didn’t leave while standing in front of my only exit. My ear was ringing a little bit still when she attacked me again, and I easily caught her arm, which forced her to use her other hand to try and free it, but once I had both her hands together, it was over. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down and grabbed the back of her dress and pulled that over her head like an old hockey move. Once I had her arms and head wrapped up in her dress, I dragged her to her bedroom. She still tried to kick and threaten, but there wasn’t much she could do being bent over at the waist, unable to see, and her arms and head secured in her dress. I pushed her over the side of the bed and dodged a couple of mule kicks before pulling her dress back and freeing her head, still keeping her arms trapped in the dress behind her. She screamed un...
Post a Comment
Read more

Gigolo Part III

 I knocked first and joked, “Housekeeping,” even though I had a key card. In my line of work, people rarely use their real names. Their profiles should be accurate, but they often leave critical information out that others might be able to trace. This particular client was new and was referred by a mutual friend and client. She asked that we skip the formalities and get straight to business. She informed me that she reserved a suite at a fancy hotel and that a key would be waiting for me at the counter. I entered without waiting and heard “back here,” as I said, “Hello.” It didn’t register right away, but as I entered the master bedroom suite, I came face to face with a longtime, close friend. She gave me a thousand-watt smile as if to say surprise before I picked her up and swung her in circles like long-lost friends would, but she wasn’t long-lost. She is in my current friend group, and I often play ball with her husband. I’ve never been a fan of his, and he has always simply bee...
Post a Comment
Read more

Gigolo Part II

 “Cum on my feet,” and without hesitation, I withdraw my cock from her flexing hole to finish on the bottom of her feet. I’m easy and don’t judge; I mean, I’m cumming, and where is only a preference, and it might as well be hers. She does have great feet, and even though I’m a novice when it comes to footplay, I still know what I like. Her feet are always perfectly manicured and clean, so soft and aesthetically pleasing as far as feet go. I was amazed by how tight and accommodating she was able to present her feet and I have no shame saying that I fucked the hell out of her feet. On the contrary, she likes my feet all-natural, fresh out of the shoe, and even a little funky. Ultimately, I am still just a man, and I’m honestly happy, making my partner happy, and getting to get off at the same time is just icing on the cake. I knew her well-documented proclivities from reading her profile before she hired me. Like I stated, I’m game for anything, well, until I find out otherwise. Funn...
Post a Comment
Read more