A surge of blood rushing to the sweat glands of an aching vulva, the expectation of coital connection increasing arousal, a quick adjustment on the bed, placing both knees on either side of his body, her warm breasts swaying gently from side to side, sweeping sensuously over his stomach and thighs, her heart shaped bottom hovering just above his face, her dark place of intimacy peeking out between two bubble cheeks, her vagina open and inviting, longing to be filled, the intoxicating aroma of sex teasing his nostrils.
"Permet de se faire plaisir," she smiled, reaching over to the bedside table, the introduction of wine and a carton of yogurt joining the foreplay, the playful recipe somewhat unexpected, but the surreptitious suggestion always gaining his approval.
The temptress flashed her eyes and smiled, sipping wine from the glass before spilling the cool liquid over his stomach, watching it pool in his naval, a well-practiced hand coating his cock and balls with yogurt, a warm wet tongue and hungry mouth embarking on an inquisitive trail, a mission of oral pursuit, pursing her lips and sucking wine from his naval, peppering soft kisses up and down his legs, sweeping her tongue in a flirtatious dance between his inner thighs, pulling and twisting the dark pubic hair around the anal opening, scraping a long painted finger nail over the rugged scrotum, sucking one of his testicles into her mouth, easing it out gently, licking the sticky yogurt from his hairy balls.
A firm hand gripping the fearsome limb, a slippery tongue following the thick blue vein along the shaft, marking a moist trail from the root to the head, sweeping in a playful dance around the rim of the bulbous crown, cleaning the creamy substance from the swollen head, easing him into her hungry mouth, sucking him in and blowing him out, swallowing him deep, rejoicing in the taste of yogurt and wine mixing with the sticky nectar of arousal oozing from the unblinking eye.
Pleasurable moans and urgent groans of approaching climax gathered pace and volume, his body language showing all the signs of a premature eruption, letting him slip from her mouth and shifting her weight on the bed, her bottom momentarily smothering his face before rolling onto her back, her smile flirtatious, her face comically infectious, wet strings of saliva and trailing threads of yogurt glistening on her chin.
The unexpected acquaintance of his early morning stubble grazing lazily over her inner thighs forced a startled gasp and a deep intake of breath, the stimulation of touch and the expectation of physical connection brushing away the slight distraction, arching her back slightly, spreading her legs wide and opening her body, giving him access to her inner heat, the labia minora peeking out through a dark bush of pubic hair, a wanting woman overwhelmed with desire, an aching vulva pleading for penetration.
Spreading a generous amount of yogurt over the forest of pubic hair, smearing her vulva and coating her thighs, his warm lips and velvety tongue moving south over her thighs and down her legs, decorating her red painted toes with yogurt, nibbling and sucking each toe, feasting on the sticky substance before giving her toes a parting kiss.
Lifting her thighs, pulling the cheeks apart and opening her bottom, gliding a finger along the perineum valley, teasing and probing the sensitive threshold of dark pigmented skin before sliding a slippery finger inside her anal passage, easing out slowly, pulling back the sticky flaps and folds and slipping two fingers inside her wet vagina, curling and probing against the inner walls, trying to capture the g-spot, the ultimate stimulation, the burning arousal, the compelling interaction of promising pursuit greeted with a welcoming moan.
Gestures of approval responding to the emotional pleasure, twisting and jerking, wriggling and pushing, moving her hips in a rhythm of impulsive movements and involuntary thrusts, the tenderness of sensuous lips, the warmth of his mouth exploring her inner sanctum, breathing in the warm secretions of sexual arousal, an eager tongue moving in mystifying circles, bathing the urethra, sweeping between the delicate petals and teasing the pulsating glands, dancing playfully over the swollen hood, arousing the clitoral jewel, flooding her vulva in warm streams of saliva.
Pulses racing and senses swimming, a visceral surge of adrenaline fuelling the fire of seduction, hormonal chaos flirting with the power of persuasion, the influence of promise increasing arousal, a mutual interaction of engagement stimulating expectation, intermittent contractions squeezing out vaginal fluids, the emerging heat of passion spilling down his fingers and flooding her thighs, a body overwhelmed with emotional need, a vulva moist and aching, an impatient body pleading for penetration, gestures of intimacy and frustrated sighs stumbling over insistent words.
"Je veux que tu me baises... I need you inside me."
The bed sheets wet and sticky against her back, her legs in the air and her lethal heels resting on his shoulders, the burning inferno between her legs open and inviting, the bulging veined muscle pressing urgently against the slippery entrance, her body giving way to the brutal force, the connection of coital intimacy, the gruesome length and formidable girth filling her burning orifice, nine-and-a-half-inches of potent flesh stretching her body, a turbulent commitment of perpetual movement, in and out, entering and retreating, thrusting and grinding, fucking her fast, fucking her slow, fucking her hard, bruising her inner core, fucking the last breath air from her lungs, fucking her until she could hardly breathe.
A brief pause before pulling his swollen cock from her burning vault and lowering her legs to the bed, the kiss unexpected but nevertheless passionate, the taste of yogurt and the familiar smell of her own sex on his lips a tasteful reminder of their oral union.
A motioning hand, a breathless gesture of adjustment, shifting her weight on the bed and kneeling on all-fours, brushing yogurt from her hair and face, her body drained of energy, her mouth incapable of speech, her willingness to continue acknowledged with open legs, a nodding head and a wheezing grunt of approval.
The glistening pocket open wet and inviting, her pouting bottom perched submissively, the bubble cheeks and anal valley smeared with yogurt, her arms outstretched and her hands flat on the bed, glancing over her shoulder and bracing herself for entry, feeling his warm hand holding her waist, watching his other hand gripping his meaty limb as he shuffled his feet and manoeuvred into position, feeling the perilous length sliding deep inside her body, nine-and-a-half-inches stretching and filling her inner core, electrical pulses flooding through a bruised and tortured body, sucking the last gasps of air from her lungs.
"Oh my God!" she screamed..."Take it easy...Not so fast...It fucking hurts," she begged.
Ignoring her painful cries and brushing away her pleas for tenderness, the pace gathering speed, his libido in overload and his stamina in overdrive, the tireless piston moving inside her body without sympathy or compromise, entering and retreating, balls deep inside her slippery opening, in and out, pulling her hips back, pushing and pulling, deeper and deeper, forward and back, back and forth, slamming his thighs against her buttocks, her lethal heels brushing against his legs, a physical and sustained fucking, letting her feel the throbbing head probing and penetrating, reaching the limits of her inner core, bringing her to heights she could only have imagined.
A mutual connection, the intimate acquaintance of two impulsive sex organs embracing in a supreme act of carnal pleasure, a heart racing at the speed of light, her face twisting in painful pleasure, the threatening length penetrating deep inside the vaginal vault, reaching the cervix and probing the womb, beads of sweat falling in waterfalls from his brow and pooling on her back, in and out, entering and retreating, a bruised and battered body regenerated with chemical changes, electric pulses flooding vital organs, a warm sensation flooding inside her vulva, thrashing and shuddering, shaking and stiffening, contractions exploding with an overwhelming force, uncontrollable tears of rapture stinging her eyes, a commentary of crude gestures and shameful curses spilling from a filthy mouth.
"FUCK ME! HURT ME!" she cried. "MORE COCK!" she hissed between clenched teeth, her voice momentarily fading to a breathless whisper before building to a guttural bark. "NO! NO! NO! Followed by YES! YES! YES! I'm...I'm coming...I'm fucking coming," she screamed, her head thrashing violently from side to side, her arms giving way, falling onto the bed, her face smothered in the mattress, a collective gasp of crude obscenities fading in suffocating cries and choking gasps for air.
A chorus of curses and compliments hissed through breathless gasps and wheezing pants, a blizzard of energy sweeping through her body, a powerful and sustained climax, an explosive release, a breath-taking orgasm consuming her body and flooding her thighs, her bottom glistening in smears of yogurt and perspiration, her breathing unsteady and erratic, wheezing gasps stumbling over breathless pants, an exhausted body rejoicing in the post-orgasmic bliss, waiting for the tremors to subside, waiting for the inevitable storm.
The continuous use of vocal abuse, the moans and groans and barking growls, his heart banging like a drum inside his chest, the persuasion of impulsive movement, the connection of genitalia, a coital display of give and take, a tireless and sustained performance, a wild and insatiable shafting, a physical demonstration of lust and carnal need, his energy sapping eruption fast and powerful, a generous amount of seminal cargo spilling inside her body in progressive bursts, streams of emotional ballast coating the inner walls between her legs.
