116 posts 12/21/2019 9:28 am
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Simple Umber Beauty
*** From a previous blog I ran under rm_wordwolf
"You are sooooooo beautiful" I said hovering over Embuka, my cock just dividing her slick, pink lips. I knew her lips well, having just studied them so closely. I had tasted, touched, and explored with my finger tips, my thumbs slipping into her, then into my mouth. Her rich, dark umber skin glistened beneath , and deep brown eyes pierced mine.
"Mmmmmmmm, that feels sooo goood" she purred, her French accent lending her words a touch of velvet complimenting her skin.
My limbic system was in overdrive, my eagerness, love, and adoration overflowing, my five senses fully engaged, pulse beating away. I was a single nudge of one emotion from exploding, and my balls eager, pressurized. Hovering there, I slowly lowered myself into her, feeling every new sensation along the journey, a journey I now knew so well, but felt entirely fresh every time. "Oooommmmmmmhhh," she moaned raising her hips to me, and I exhaled as I came into full contact with her, buried deep. I pressed hard, upward, tensing my cock as it strained to it's goal. The hard stop there was my desired goal, the strong bend of my cock reaching her spot perfectly. She shuddered on contact, tilting her cunt back to feel a stronger pressure there, when we began to move in unison. No boring pumping would happen here, that was reserved for the inexperienced. We rotated, gyrated, squirmed, came apart and together with intense motions, with emotions, and I concentrated on her pleasure, on that spot, reading her moans, feeling her motions, watching her eyes as they squinted at times, fell heavy at others, and when right on, rolled back into her head as her chin rose and she groaned from deep inside such that I could feel it in my coc
My cock was no hero, barely above the much disputed average, from what I could tell, but I'd grown so accustomed to reading Embuka, that we worked like a trapese act, each holding the other fast, then releasing, catching, and coming back together safely, with a strong grip. She was beautiful, long and slender, hips strong, thighs muscular, her breasts single mouthfulls, chocolate drops, only that wonderful umber. Her passion showed in the sweat over her lip, the glisten in her eyes, and the juice that just slicked her cunt when her desire rose. Her breasts glistened, both hot and cool to the touch, her eager nipples reached for my mouth, called to my fingers. She didn't gush or dribble, just glistened around my cock, and a sweet glisten it was. Her ass was strong, perfect round globes I pulled without getting lost in flesh, firm and smooth and cool to the touch. The scars she bore, on her brow, her left cheek, her shoulder, reminders of the complex lives we live, touchstones that keep us moving forward, and away from those hard, too simple times.
"Reste" she purred, asking me to stay deep inside. I complied, supporting myself on my elbows, watching her, feeling her slow, careful motion. Her hips pushed onto me, her thighs rising slightly as she tilted her pelvis in small increments. She gasped, groaned, took in a sharp breath, exhaled long and slow before she yelped, moving rapidly me, and I pushed into her, slid out slightly before pushing in again, and pressing hard, my muscles tightened, her cunt tightened around me then fluttered, squeezing and releasing my cock rapidly as I spasmed into her. I caught her eyes now rolled back into her head, her chin up , her breasts shooting into the air as our orgasms rolled, butt against each other, and rolled off again. Every slight movement shot a wave through one or the other or both of us. An hour later - minutes really - we collapsed, my softening cock now gripped tenderly in her cunt, our juices slick between us, and rolling on our sides facing each other, we embraced, holding tight to each other.
The sun had risen a moment before, our ritual love-making at sunrise starting yet another day. We kissed, we breathed each other, warmed our cooling bodies, and took one last cat-nap before rising for the day. "Je t'aime" she said sleepily. "Je t'aime" I said in response.
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Respectfully submitted by WordsWolf, (C) 2019, WordWordWords (C) 2019
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