I just got out of the tub and am now sitting on the couch. My gaze falls on the ashtray, which is once again far too full.
Nevertheless, I light a cigarette. The fresh coffee is good.
But this scenario inevitably makes me think of the past, because that wouldn't have existed, smoking in the living room. Finally, the child and wife were present. So in principle it was avoided.
However, there was a kind of balance. If we both showered or bathed one after the other, it was always a kind of signal that told the other that we would like to have more of each other afterwards. And so it sometimes happened that, assuming we were alone, I stayed on the couch, just like now, to wait for her.
Of course, I didn't put any more clothes on, because I could have taken them off right away.
Even now I'm sitting on the couch like this. Wearing only a t-shirt. However, there is actually no particular reason for this, because I am alone.
Maybe it's because I just want to devote myself to the past and therefore make the situation similar.
So I sit back and let my thoughts flow back to that time and I fantasize about hearing noises coming from the bathroom. Then the door opens and she comes out. Completely naked and beautiful to look at.
The seductive smile on her lips tells me that she was just as seized by lust as I was.
To make that clear from my side, I take it in my hand.
She stands in front of me and at the sight of her curves, it doesn't take long for him to find his full size.
I can see from her gaze that she doesn't mind, which she is unable to avert.
Lost in this thought, I catch myself holding it in my hand and making gentle movements.
Something she cared about back then.
I have that in mind now.
She is standing in front of me and she is getting closer and closer. I lean forward a little to put my hands on her hips.
A slight pressure is enough to make it clear to her what I want. I pull her towards me and my lips are already touching her body.
First only the stomach, but then moving further down.
I notice everything about her. Her warmth and her scent, which is a mixture of bath foam and pure desire.
Now my mouth touches the first tender hairs, which really gets me in the mood.
She is now literally pushing herself towards me. Wants me to do what I've only hinted at so far. But I take my time.
Knowing how much she suffers. My lips avoid her center. Still.
They walk down her thighs and slowly up again, kissing her privates and the same game starts again on the other thigh.
She squirms back and forth, presses against me and then I have to release her because I can't take it anymore myself.
My hands clasp her bottom, pull her tightly to me and then finally I let my tongue play between her legs. But now "danger" threatens her from behind as well. And in the form of my hands. I just can't keep it still and let one slide into its rear sight.
I can feel the wetness, her warm juice that is slowly running out of her pussy. And so it's easy to penetrate her with two fingers.
To top it all off, I fall back and she kneels over my face.
Now the way is finally free to intensively work her button with my tongue.
Mind you, fingers still deep in her wet pussy.
Now I can taste her, her lust and lust and my best piece reacts accordingly.
Of course she doesn't miss that and she whispers in my ear that she wants to feel him now. And how could I deny her this wish, because I long for it too.
Then filling her up, catching her gaze as she sinks down on him and then experiencing her moans.
So my mouth pulls away from her and I scoot back up. He is now standing under her spread legs.
Ready to give her what she desires and much more.
I can't take my eyes off this spectacle that follows, because it's an incomparable feeling to feel it up close on my cock on the one hand and to experience it visually on the other. I grab her butt again and give her the rhythm.
But not only that. I also knead her buttocks properly. When I push into them, I squeeze them together and when I slide out I pull them wide apart. Suddenly she stops. Her arms resting on my chest, her whole body begins to tremble. Accompanied by violent moans, she is overwhelmed by her first orgasm.
But we are far from finished and slowly she starts to ride him again. Your pelvis performs circular movements.
I, on the other hand, thrust into her from below. Both together let us almost float and I'm approaching an orgasm.
Of course she feels that and increases the tempo again, because she also wants to experience an exit beforehand.
Luckily for me, she actually manages to do that before me, because now she has the opportunity to sweeten my climax a little more.
At the first sign, she literally jumps off me and kneels between my legs. With a firm grip she clasps him and at the same time lets the rest of him slip between her lips.
Your tongue on my tight cock gives me the rest and I can no longer hold it back.
The first jet of my effusion lands completely in your mouth.
She pulls her head back a bit so the next load will decorate her face. And again and again she pulls him tight, squeezing the last drops out of him, which she then happily catches with her tongue.
I slowly come to my
senses. My gaze falls on an ashtray that is far too full. In him the cigarette from earlier. She smoked herself.
So I got back to reality.
Only one thing is different. My craving that drove me into this dream has noticeably decreased.
But the next thoughts are not long in coming, this time they do not concern the past, but the future.
Nevertheless, I light a cigarette. The fresh coffee is good.
But this scenario inevitably makes me think of the past, because that wouldn't have existed, smoking in the living room. Finally, the child and wife were present. So in principle it was avoided.
However, there was a kind of balance. If we both showered or bathed one after the other, it was always a kind of signal that told the other that we would like to have more of each other afterwards. And so it sometimes happened that, assuming we were alone, I stayed on the couch, just like now, to wait for her.
Of course, I didn't put any more clothes on, because I could have taken them off right away.
Even now I'm sitting on the couch like this. Wearing only a t-shirt. However, there is actually no particular reason for this, because I am alone.
Maybe it's because I just want to devote myself to the past and therefore make the situation similar.
So I sit back and let my thoughts flow back to that time and I fantasize about hearing noises coming from the bathroom. Then the door opens and she comes out. Completely naked and beautiful to look at.
The seductive smile on her lips tells me that she was just as seized by lust as I was.
To make that clear from my side, I take it in my hand.
She stands in front of me and at the sight of her curves, it doesn't take long for him to find his full size.
I can see from her gaze that she doesn't mind, which she is unable to avert.
Lost in this thought, I catch myself holding it in my hand and making gentle movements.
Something she cared about back then.
I have that in mind now.
She is standing in front of me and she is getting closer and closer. I lean forward a little to put my hands on her hips.
A slight pressure is enough to make it clear to her what I want. I pull her towards me and my lips are already touching her body.
First only the stomach, but then moving further down.
I notice everything about her. Her warmth and her scent, which is a mixture of bath foam and pure desire.
Now my mouth touches the first tender hairs, which really gets me in the mood.
She is now literally pushing herself towards me. Wants me to do what I've only hinted at so far. But I take my time.
Knowing how much she suffers. My lips avoid her center. Still.
They walk down her thighs and slowly up again, kissing her privates and the same game starts again on the other thigh.
She squirms back and forth, presses against me and then I have to release her because I can't take it anymore myself.
My hands clasp her bottom, pull her tightly to me and then finally I let my tongue play between her legs. But now "danger" threatens her from behind as well. And in the form of my hands. I just can't keep it still and let one slide into its rear sight.
I can feel the wetness, her warm juice that is slowly running out of her pussy. And so it's easy to penetrate her with two fingers.
To top it all off, I fall back and she kneels over my face.
Now the way is finally free to intensively work her button with my tongue.
Mind you, fingers still deep in her wet pussy.
Now I can taste her, her lust and lust and my best piece reacts accordingly.
Of course she doesn't miss that and she whispers in my ear that she wants to feel him now. And how could I deny her this wish, because I long for it too.
Then filling her up, catching her gaze as she sinks down on him and then experiencing her moans.
So my mouth pulls away from her and I scoot back up. He is now standing under her spread legs.
Ready to give her what she desires and much more.
I can't take my eyes off this spectacle that follows, because it's an incomparable feeling to feel it up close on my cock on the one hand and to experience it visually on the other. I grab her butt again and give her the rhythm.
But not only that. I also knead her buttocks properly. When I push into them, I squeeze them together and when I slide out I pull them wide apart. Suddenly she stops. Her arms resting on my chest, her whole body begins to tremble. Accompanied by violent moans, she is overwhelmed by her first orgasm.
But we are far from finished and slowly she starts to ride him again. Your pelvis performs circular movements.
I, on the other hand, thrust into her from below. Both together let us almost float and I'm approaching an orgasm.
Of course she feels that and increases the tempo again, because she also wants to experience an exit beforehand.
Luckily for me, she actually manages to do that before me, because now she has the opportunity to sweeten my climax a little more.
At the first sign, she literally jumps off me and kneels between my legs. With a firm grip she clasps him and at the same time lets the rest of him slip between her lips.
Your tongue on my tight cock gives me the rest and I can no longer hold it back.
The first jet of my effusion lands completely in your mouth.
She pulls her head back a bit so the next load will decorate her face. And again and again she pulls him tight, squeezing the last drops out of him, which she then happily catches with her tongue.
I slowly come to my
senses. My gaze falls on an ashtray that is far too full. In him the cigarette from earlier. She smoked herself.
So I got back to reality.
Only one thing is different. My craving that drove me into this dream has noticeably decreased.
But the next thoughts are not long in coming, this time they do not concern the past, but the future.
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