Estrogensensual

The air in the room changed, or something, and I had to look around to see why. I saw him as he surveyed around the bar looking for someone, and I was breathless. I must have looked dumbfounded when his eyes found me staring, and he raised his drink to me in a cheer and smiled at me before he continued to survey the bar and find his buddies. That smile told me that we were destined to be together, as I followed him with my hungry eyes, and I made a bet to myself and won as he looked back at me. This time, his brilliant blues told me that I hadn’t seen the last of him and that we were meant to meet. My girlfriends snapped me out of my trance and looked to see what I was looking at, but he had already sat down, so I just brushed them off and bought time, knowing that he’d be mine. Not one for crowds, I got a drink at the outside bar before going inside to meet up with some friends, but when I walked in, I felt drawn by some invisible force and needed to find what was pulling me like ...

I’m never happier than when she loses her fucking mind with me inside her. It has nothing to do with my prowess as a lover but everything to do with being a witness to her bliss. A front row player to the most beautiful spectacle happening in the most beautiful woman; I’m truly lucky. I’d love to be able to brag about my endowment or some athletic performance and stamina, but I was just sitting inside her while watching her beautiful silent dance. I want so much to tell you that it was after a marathon love session and that we both were glistening in sweat and ripped from our effort, but that isn’t how it went down this time. I had just crawled up from between her sweet thighs, kissing her dancing flesh to her already plump lips and soft tongue to find her already breathy as well. Her flush face should have been a warning, but I sat back on my knees and put her feet flat on my chest anyway. I wrapped my hand around my cock and ran it up and down between her other plump lips ...

Who the hell am I kidding? I love our tug-of-war of breaths while he bends me to his will. I’m happy to give myself over to him as long as he makes me forget that I’m not a contortionist. He easily does that by looking into my soul as if he knows how he touches it. It is my ecstasy being reflected in his eyes, flexing jaw, and furrowed brow, and how his eyes have that look like he is about to sneeze while he is mirroring me. It is how both our jaws go slack to catch our desperate breaths as each drive dives to my deepest depths and his hard pelvis knocks on my clit long after he has broken in. I can’t help to want to say “Cum in,” and as if he is reading my mind, he grinds and smashes trying to go impossibly deeper. He reads me fine, and what happens next is his will, not mine. He can continue when he sees my head shaking involuntarily, but no, he pauses and releases my leg that he had trapped between us and captures my shaking head and then my lips in his and says, “Oh no, you don’t”....