Got a complaint about not going all the way with the cunnilingus last time; this error has been corrected. Feedback appreciated :)
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She should have seen it coming, really; not that she minded it at all. He had been working out, and was sore. She offered a massage, and he accepted, and now, here they were. It really wasn't much of a jump from Sara massaging her lover's chest to having her hand tightly gripping his rock-hard cock, slowly stroking him up and down, causing his to moan in pleasure as small beads of pre-cum rolled slowly down his shaft to cover her fingers.
At any rate, her job was accomplished; he was plenty relaxed. She smiled happily as he moaned, pleased that she please him so. She lowered her head slowly; his eyes were closed, and she doubted he was expecting this. His gasp and low moan proved her right as she closed her lips around his tip, tongue slowly, softly lapping at the liquid spilling from him, then swirling slowly around him. She moaned softly, send vibrations through him, her hand speeding up a little.
Her free hand lightly gripped his thigh, massaging gently as she began to suck, taking a little more of him in. She rubbed her tongue firmly against the small divide on the underside of his head. She moaned softly before pulling away, licking his gently before sitting up, repositioning herself between his legs. She tightened her grip, stroking a little faster, causing his stomach to tighten a little. She brought her free hand to his balls, lightly squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. He moaned a little louder, bringing a grin to her lips.
She looked down, watching more of the clear liquid seep from him, his hips beginning to shift with her stroking. She felt heat roll over her, and moaned softly, realizing that he wasn't the only one leaking fluids. She took her hand from his testicles, slipping it between her legs, softly caressing her swollen lips. She gasped softly, and looked down once more to her lover's cock, her breathing becoming heavy as she stroked both him and herself. '
To hell with it
,' she thought to herself, and ceased her stroking, moving to straddle his hips. He knew what was coming, evidenced by the smile forming on his lips.
She lowered herself slowly, and moaned loudly as his tip separated her lips, then pressed inward, stroking and caressing her hot pussy. The two of them moaned together as their hips met, her dripping pussy taking in all of him. She leaned forward slowly, letting her ample tits press against his check, causing him to grin. His eyes were still closed, and she knew he was thoroughly not seeing what was happening to him. She kissed him softly, nibbling his lip, slowly lifting her hips. She moaned softly against his lips as she felt him leaving her, then again as she felt him in her once more. She began a slow, rhythmic thrust, causing them both to breathe heavily.
She buried her face in his neck, lifting and dropping her hips, both her and her pussy enjoying the motion. He slipped his tired arms around her, holding her close to him, moving his hips opposite hers. She swallowed softly, lightly biting his shoulder as she began to lose herself to the motions. They moaned in time together, each one seeming louder than the last; she spared a brief thought for their neighbors, but it wasn't like they had never done the same. As her pleasure increased, something gave inside her, and she let herself go, thrusting against him as fast as her burning legs would allow.
The sudden increase in speed left them both gasping, one of his hands slipping down to tightly grope her ass. His other hand moved down, and he helped her thrust. She grinned despite her loss of control, enjoying everything; the pressure and rubbing in her pussy, his hands on her round ass, the sound of their bodies colliding; she could feel the liquid between them splash a little, and she it wouldn't much before she lost it, hopefully not for the only time tonight.
Images flashed in her mind of her hips bouncing up and down, his cock disappearing on every down-thrust, and it only increased the greatness of the moment. She cried out softly, her hips thrusting as fast as possible as she felt the first waves of collapse hit her. She bit her lip, her body tensing as she slammed herself against him. She cried out loudly, desperately as she crashed, her body writhing uncontrollably against his, her pussy tightly gripping his cock. She felt a gush of fluid flow from her, and moaned slowly as she felt liquid begin to pour from her, her mind watching it cover and soak his balls.
She collapsed against him, panting softly, sweat covering both their bodies as she slowly caught her breath. No words were shared; none needed to be. This was fucking at its finest, she thought to herself, and knew it was true. They weren't making love, they weren't having sex; they were fucking, and she loved it. She kissed him sloppily, thrusting her tongue past his lips, moaning softly as she removed his cock from her highly-sensitive pussy.
Her kisses moved to his chest, her tongue dragging slowly along his flesh, taking in his sweat, his taste; he moaned softly, his eyes still closed, his muscles twitching wherever her lips touched, or her tongue licked. She lapped lightly at the sweat gathered on his lower abdomen, then resumed her original position between his legs, shifting her attention to his still-erecting, glistening member, still drench in her juices. She lowered her head slowly, and licked his tip, sampling the taste. She moaned softly, the eroticism of tasting the fruits of her own pleasure hitting her; the taste was pleasant as well, and she thought she could grow to like it.