Morning Cream

1. The dimness of the old Phillips clock says 6:21 , 2/14/2022…it is the day of love. The warmth of the wine and laughter from last night has been replaced by a flannel sheet and the old hand sewn comforter from a decade or two ago.
   
   In the calmness of the room the most basic of all needs is present as you inhale then exhale in a rhythmic chorus of life. The silhouette of your shoulders and hips are traced by the single gleam of light sneaking its way in between the old sheets serving as curtains….i think , what is there not to love about this old cabin on this day.
   
   I slowly slide across until my chest reaches  the ray of light and feels the warm of my old shirt u slipped on a few hours previously, my legs bend at the knees allowing our thighs to share.
   
   The warmth has stirred your body and awoken your mind as our hands find each others and a kiss is delivered to the neck, the softness is such that the kiss extends to several. You take our hands and slide them to your soft thighs, where they separate and we each enjoy the power of the bodies largest muscle as a certain rhythmic cadence is taking over our hips.
   
   Sliding my arm under your shoulders the firmness of the embrace is solidified as our breathing is synchronized. i move my  hand , brushing your breast over your neck and paint the outline of your nose , eyes and mouth softly with my fingers , your head tilts back allowing our lips to meet as the intensity of our morning dance elevates.
   
   The old shirt is only partially buttoned and in the ray of light your breast is clearly exposed as my hand slides into the opening. The soft beautiful tenderness is only exceeded by the firmness of your nipple as it finds its way between my fingers and the intensity of our kissing.
   
   You finish unbuttoning the shirt and pull it off, the exhilaration of total skin on skin has increased the cadence of our hips , thus developing a   Glow of lubricating  perspiration between us while allowing unobstructed access to your hardened breasts, neck and face.
   
   Without any deliberate advance you place your top leg on mine  allowing me to move my hand and find panties made of what seemingly is your skin.
   Your body slows and stiffens as my hand finds its way over you, alongside your glowing thighs and traces the defined lines of your wet lips. My finger moves easily and with each movement there is an increase in the dampness and the intensity of our hip cadence. A calculated movement of the finger and you are totally exposed and my hand has complete control of the erotic anticipation .
   
   You grab my hand and force my finger inside you which is met with a low and steady moan and push of your hips onto my erection . One finger is now two, you tilt your head again our mouths meet just intime for you to eject and cover us with your hot ladyness
   
   Our torso’s are sliding freely as a result of the heat under the flannel as your dripping panties are removed and our pelvis’s meet . my fingers have a nipple firmly tucked between them as you reach behind take my penis and guide it perfectly into your hot invitation, we move in perfect concert as My movement increases to a thrust with one hand on your pelvis and the other on your neck. The ramping of passion and breathing systematically increases, i am steel hard and the slapping of our pelvis’s is perfectly timed, u tilt your head and as our tongues find each other we jointly explode our erotic elixir over the other.
   Happy Valentines.

I love the early morning, the whisper of a cool breeze over my bare shoulder as the open window allows the melody of the lake waves to fall onto the shore, the first shards of light penetrating last nights dark sky , the love affair with my own pillow and the feeling of warmth as my arms gather you into the stillness of the dawning day.

This is the joy of breathing and being with the one you love.

Good Morning.

I am awaken by the sole of your foot brushing my thigh as you roll over to your back.

The room gives no indication that we are nearing first light but the smell of your perfume lingers. Squinting my eyes to plot a course to the nearest water source I step on something soft and small ,curling my toes I lift it to my hand.

In the predawn darkness the first smile of the day is cracked as I have found your little black panties. They are cool to touch, could they still be damp from last nights sharing of small plates , stories, laughs, erotic innuendos and finally a stripping of each other’s garments. There is no second thought as I gather them up in two hands well bringing them to my face and burying my nose in them. The scent is soft but pierces my nostrils easily that which unknown to me and most likely the medical community shares the same nerve center as a mans penis. Finding the water bottle I tilt my head back to gain the appropriate angle to maximize the intake and the knob of my hardened cock touch’s a cool surface, my god that feels exhilarating.  Purposefully I move my hips in a rotating motion that allows both knob and shaft to run against the edge of the cabinet, I cannot imagine I have any more size to give but it seems to grow with each rotation. Inside this dark cool room I have a bead of perspiration that has formed on my forehead as I re-scent myself!

Hydration is completed and I slide back into the warmth and  memories of last night.

Laying back to enjoy the coolness and drift away, julie loops her leg over my thigh and snakes her arm through the tangle of sheets and places her warm palm on my forearm. Mmmmm the simplicity of touch.

Reaching as far as I can my fingers make there way just past Julies knee where i begin to draw my fingernails north. Applying just the right pressure where my nails would leave a visible map along the contours of her muscles which has now caused a slight stir in her. Over the knee cap and along the top of her poweful thigh untill i release the pressure and move to the inner thigh.  In my personal unprofessional opinion this is the softest spot on a womens body, my fingers stop here while my palm lays flat as if warming the hand of a statue. My thumb moves ever so slightly laying a circular feathery touch within this window of softness as she adjusts her hips and pushes her head deeper into her pillow.

Tighttening my hand provides the exact angle that when I draw my hand back the fingernails are pressurized into her soft tissue and muscle banks as the return journey commences. Moving along the interior of the thigh there is a change in her breathing pattern and her hips raise and then lower as the nails pass over the knee joint transitioning into a penetrating massge movement within her calf. The calf work garners a more vocal response as my fingers dig deeper, a mix of pleasure and tension release. Julies grip on my fore arm has tightened and her hips are moving with a certain rhythm. In the darkness this movement feels like the time I watched her work a dildo that was fixed to the edge of the tub, with this knowledge I could now not get any more rigid. Her movements and body create blood rushes to my erection it seems by the minute.

Returning over the knee and along the thigh there has been added pressure which causes her hips to raise atleast 6 inches above the bed and remain in that position while she pushes her knee hard against my erection. The soft feathery calmness of the interior thigh is now slippery with Julie as my hand moves from thigh to thigh being covered in this elixir of excitement. My erection is now tightly wrapped by her free leg as I take  one finger and move it very precisely between here vagina lips. Following the stream but at a very slow pace as my index finger is quivering navigating the channel. Stopping half way my thumb can now reach her clit as it presses firmly down with a simultaneous intensification of the quivering Julie releases her vocal and physical pleasure as her thigh and my cock are recipients of a hot load of cum that comes from an elevated position.

Knowing she is nowhere near finished i start to move move my fingers until she crosses her legs as I hear a drawer open. Seconds later she un crosses her legs and reaches under the sheets and slides a dildo into my hand! If my erection could take on anymore blood it did right that second.

Taking the dildo I commence on her clit then rubbing it along her lips untill it is shiny with her juice I insert it slow to gauge depth, Julie’s hips immediately elevate as I slide it in and out very slowly but she is already near a scream, intensifying the speed and depth she shoots another load it seems without even a change in vocalization. My hand is now elixir covered and my cock is pressed hard against her thigh.

With the assistance of her rocking hips the speed and penetration of the dildo is maximized as she begins to scream yet again and my deep breathing turns into a guttural growl , the sound of flesh slapping and one final push are cohesive as the rocking stops in perfect time. The   timing of our screams and ejection of our hot steamy cum all over each other is as perfectly orchestrated as a symphony. All motion has stopped as if time stopped for no reason, the darkness provides no visual portal into the beauty but our bodies are frozen in time and a breathing pattern that is clearly born in the pleasure dome  does not lie or need to be visually seen.

About the time I was racing down the ice to pot the OT  goal to win Lord Stanley my dream is shattered by the little man tapping me on the shoulder which is dispatched each morning by my bladder. The message is simply ” go piss before there is no need to”.

The ritual is usually met with some mental jousting between “ it is so cozy here just relax” vs “you are going to piss yourself asshole”. This morning the room is comfy cool as the inversion predicted by the weatherman is accurate, thus warn and the exit from the coziness is stealth like to not wake you.

My morning friend the heated tile floor is as always awaiting my arrival and generates the first smile of the day. How could it be possible to live without such a pal!

As my feet warm and the de-pressurization  completed my eyes are wiped of the evening dreams and hands washed.

Returning to stealth mode the light is shut off before exiting as I open the door. We must not have drawn the blind all the way closed last night as I can see there is a beam of street light across the room.

Turning the corner I can see that the stealth mode is not required as you have your back against the wall with one foot on floor and the other flat against the wall. What a sexy creature!

Three steps and your arms are over my shoulders and wrapped around my neck, my hands are in the middle of your back as the beauty of physical contact is simply that “ beautiful “.

We tilt our heads slightly down and allow our foreheads meet…. there is a connection of energy in the dimness of the room that can only be described or possibly best described as sexual tranquility.

How long we stay in this hold is unknown, why rush bliss.

As our heads raise our noses touch with our lips reaching for the other. The V shape your arms have formed tighten around my neck as our lips meet, we hold them together with no movement just softness. A slight turn of the head our mouths open slightly , my body tightens and my tongue can taste your lips, your breath is hot.

The tips of our tongues dance inside our mouths as I cup your ass in my hands and draw you tight.

The exertion of our mouths being pressed so tightly with such intensity inside has produced a glow on each of our foreheads.

There is no foreplay when I move my hand to your breast, you scream when i pinch and tug it.

pushing our mouths back together as the pinch increases the intensity of our tongues , if that is possible.

Releasing our lips i take your hand and we walk out to the hall carpet and I lay down.

“ I want you on my face, please sit. “

The warmth of your thighs slide down my cheeks, the radiant heat from you is motivational.

The first touch of my tongue yields more then a few drops of you.

Traveling between the inside of your thigh and your vagina my tongue circles the entire region that grows wetter with each cm traveled. flicking your lips apart my tongue   paints the inside of each lip several times as you raise and lower your hips thus ensuring you have me where you want me.

Your verbalization is hot and motivational.

Holding your lips apart with two fingers my pre cum covered tongue slides up to a clit that is so hard I almost cum as I work around it in tight circles. Your hips deliver a clear message as you push down delivering your clit to my hot mouth.

Sucking it deep into my mouth and squeezing  my teeth around it you scream as you eject all over my face. With cum running down my cheeks I slide a finger inside you and tug that clit hard with my teeth as your grind down. After several finger penetrations you lower your entire weight down , release a low moan and juice my face again as You reach back to hold my cock.

Lifting you off my face my cock is throbbing as I push you to all fours.

your back is covered in sweat beads as I grab your nipple and bury my cock into your steamy hole. you are eager for my entry and are moving your hips in unison with each of my thrusts , I am so excited I do not know to pull your hair, slap your tits or just grab your hips, so I do all 3. the slapping of hips to ass with each of our moaning and screaming is mesmerizing, I watch my cock jack in and out of you . there is a stream of white juice running down you and I cannot stroke any longer, with one final thrust my cum is blown into your beautiful little hole as I pull your head back and you push your hips deep into me. The deep erratic breaths turn to measured.

There is no energy left as we roll flat together in the heat and sweat , tilt our heads and connect again.

Good Morning.

When the phone rang the voice on the other end was pleasant and polite with only one request, would I have an appointment at the end of the day so it could go beyond the 60 minutes if I had the time. Having no commitments this evening the response was simple, of course and see you at 6:15. 

With a quick change of linen, some new candles and a change of the play list the room was ready for Kimberley. 

At precisely 6:15 Kimberley walked through the door with a knee high black and white checkered skirt, black nylons and white cotton shirt with her hair tossed over one shoulder, clearly a professional thus I surmised a stressful career. She completed the questionnaire in what I thought was Olympic time but for some reason I did not review it. She simply told me to work all areas as she needed some release and hopefully, she would not fall off to sleep. I gave her instructions related to the sheets, face down to start and her choice on what clothing she wanted to remain on then left the room.

Knocking on the door a few minutes later I entered, and she was motionless on the table as instructed with only her feet out protruding from the linen. In most cases I go about my business but these well kept appendages were different with the black and checkered white toe nail pattern matching her skirt,  this lady wears her fashion with pride. 

Tucking the sheets tight to her body it became clear there is a spectacular figure  hidden upon her initial entry. folding back one side of the sheet and moving a leg out of the warmth of the flannel, the warm oil produced a spontaneous body sigh. As I began working her calves the tension was evident but quickly exited and gave way to the customary deep breaths as I worked up through her calves over her hamstrings to the base of her noticeably tanned buttocks.  Finding the outer limit of her hamstring I traced it down, over her calves and then vertically on the opposite side making a loop and settling on the bottoms of her feet. The soles of her feet and toes were rough from either a life of beach volleyball or the wear and tear of hours of hard riding in the stirrups so I applied a generous amount of the warm peppermint oil and worked the soles firmly prior to progressing to the toes. The oil flowed easily between the toes and my strong fingers were a tight fit. Working the base and then the individual toes as if you were rewrapping a banana , this firmness of grip followed by a quick jar and resulting pop at the end was met with a slight movement of her head vertically prior to applying another banana wrap of the checkering. It is customary during any session to only work the feet and toes once but I could tell that this was a rewarding experience for her so I repeated the full foot and toe treatment again with added pressure which she clearly enjoyed ,thinking this must have been somewhat painfull as her tendons were so tight she seemed to enjoy the pressure.  It must have been relaxing for me as there was a puddle of oil on the floor from missing my hands when re-oiling!

While moving to the opposite leg and replacing the sheet to its original location and completely out of character for the professional I am I lifted the linen slightly higher, and it was then that there was clear evidence the ass of this woman was perfect. In fact, it almost looked like it had something on it., maybe a tattoo? I quickly replaced the sheet to the original position and moved to the other leg. There was no reaction from her so maybe this went unnoticed.

I reconfigured the linen and began following the same process but unconsciously the oil volume increased this time. I worked the backs of her leg a little firmer and deeper as we were both adjusting to the level of penetration now, this time when I approached the hip area her butt seemed to raise slightly and push in my direction…or did I imagine that… oh shit I thought as the room seemed to elevate 10 degrees! Gorgeous women can make our gender twist what we believe is a sign into “oh yeah she clearly wants me” which in almost all cases ends in embarrassment and disappointment. This leg appears to be the dominant one of the two as it was more muscled so I worked the interior and outside thigh with determination and respect after the room cooled down a bit from that 10 degrees jump. These areas were very tight for some reason and as the muscles were kneaded, they allowed some blood back in and tension release was noticable.  I dropped a few more droplets of warm oil mid hamstring and watched it roll inside between her thighs. To this point she had not spoken a word but the trail of lengthy inhales was long which was followed by a single protracted exhale, I took as “yes can I have more of that please”. This time starting on the backside of the knee I moved up  both sides of her thigh in vertical movements following the twisting , knotted  muscles which I could physically feel pop as my pressure increased and drove deeper. She may have winced so I asked her if she wanted less pressure, the headshake was a clear no.

Moving slowly and methodically up both sides of her thighs gaining the maximum amount of relief per stroke I was beginning to near the area I would stop when she slid her well oiled legs open indicationg to not stop there. This allowed my movements to continue deep into the area where the leg muscles and tendons become one with the largest joint on the human body. This interchange is filled with every type of human vien , artery, muscle and tendon and in this case it was all covered with a tan and a single little white line no wider then a pencil marking. Another addition to the oil puddle on the floor!!

 There is no need for more oil as my hands are covered in it but she faintly whispers “oil”, I reach for the applicator and just as I am about to apply I notice a second oil spot but this time it is not oil but a wet spot on the linen where no oil should be. Clearly Kimberley is enjoying this experience and as a professional I am mandated to ensure the clients experience is memorable as my bright green lulelemons tighten.

My left hand has now reached the base of her buttocks and is firmly working the interior muscles and with each downward motion it pushs her body into the bed while my fingers are deep inside her interior muscle bank.  She pushes her pelvic towards the base of the bed slightly as the tip of my finger is on a tendon within a millimeter of her vagina. This group of muscles is rarely touched by human hands  and when done it can be painful, pain does seem to bother Kimberley and in fact it seems to be the catalyst for deeper breathing if that is even possible as the pace to her breathing quickens.  As I begin to exit this location to rework another area the soft voice whispers “more”.

As the client is always right I return to the area only to find the results from the previous visit has made the accumulation on the soft white lined under her grow substantially. Lulu’s further tighten!. Working the interchange I slowly withdraw keeping the same penetrating pressure on all 4 fingers but raising up the inside of the pelvic and the outside of the hip, the linen has slip off her back in one area and I can see her back muscle tighten as she tenses and raises her hips at the same pace as I raise my fingers are moving,  until we have both move her hips some 8 or 10”s off the bed. When we reach the top she almost purrs as she groans a deep exhale. The sheet has slid half off and caught between the white pencil lines to reveal the round firmness that is almost unexplainable further empathized by the  dampness that has formed between those tan. The candles seem to be flickering quicker as I move my left hand to her cheek and push her ass to the bed by tracing her white line down, when we hit bottom my hand is engulfed in a warmth that is infinitely warmer then my oil. Kimberley’s body is now rising  and falling with each breath as the exhale is quickly moving to a long moan that is no longer tension relieve but pleasure. She unsecures her left hand and reaches around to pull the other half of the sheet off her ass to reveal even more perfection as I can now see what I thought maybe have been a tattoo earlier. She has simply taken a marker and wrote the word “YES” on the cheek of her ass.

There is no room in the lulu’s and I think my head must be peering out.

With little or no directive from the brain my hand slowly follows the white line down again as she pushes her hips firmly in response, following the mixture of oil and perspiration  passing over her glistening anus with its tightness and to her vagina where when upon arrival she pushes her body so hard against my hand I am moved back half a step. Sliding my hand under her my fingers are pushing her pussy lips apart with ease as it is almost a waterfall. My fingers find her clit encircling it slowly at first  then increasing the speed and pressure until I abruptly stop and penetrate her with my thumb and start fucking her with it while my fingers are simulating teeth on her clit, pushing, pinching and petting .  She squells as my thumb works her walls and fingers tug on her clit. She explodes another load and covers my forearm as I lift her enough to slap her hard nipple several times.

Dropping her hips to the table she falls into a pool of femine sweetness, I move to the front of the bed and pour oil over her tits and neck as she rolls over. My hands trace her forehead and land firmly on her neck stroking it with a tightening pressure, she begins to raise and lower here hips as if fucking someone or something below her that drives her hips down and with a scream squirts a spray over her thighs.

Her nipples are vertical as I grab each between my thumb and fore finger as her arms  reach up and pull my underwear down and in same  motion she grabs my shaft. Raising to my toes she improves her grip and hammering my cock with lightning speed as I tug one nipple in a circle as hard as I can  then slap her other tit which motivates her to tighten her grip if that was even possible.

Without her letting go of my cock or me letting go of the nipple I move to the side of the bed as she anticipates my hand and opens her legs. She turns her head and releases her grip as I grab the back of her head and slip myself into her mouth while two fingers find her hole.

With one hand on the back of her head and her hips jerking up and down my cock and fingers are bouncing off her cheek bones and pubic mound with a force that kicks perspiration off with each  forward thrust. We are screaming together as she pushes my cock from her mouth grabs me firmly and jerks it hard three times as she shoots her hips to the ceiling squirts her passion over hand and thighs at the exact time she pulls once more and my cream comes shooting out covering her tits and neck. Our breaths are deep and long as our perspiration mixes with the hot cream as she releases my cock and rubs it into her tits and licks her finger.

As our breathing subsides and she continues to massage my cream in I move slightly and rub her thighs down with the sweet recipe and taste the sweetness of our energy.

After our breathing normalizes and muscles have relaxed she simply says, same time next week?

Yes!

Good morning, would like to peel the sheets off you, spread your legs wide and place your arms above your head. Snow angel style, consistent with the angel you are right! position myself between your legs then lower my body as my hands make their way over your ribs, breasts and shoulders, my torso is at a height where I enter you now and as my hands move up your arms I slide deeper inside. reaching your hands, we hold firmly. our hips work a simple slow movement together, withdrawing myself as if drawing the perfect line then before exit then pushing downward as if searching for something from every angle. The pace never quickens as the search continues over and over exploring all angles and depths in a smooth controlled manner. Our palms are now wet with sweat, our chests are shiny with sweat and the movement has slowed to a stop where we are pressed together. locked in a place where my head is as deep as it can go and your clit is slowly moving against me, our lips touch and an almost animal like sound is made as we orgasm together.
we hold each other tight until the intensity of our grasp has been surrendered as the orgasmic tremors cease.

The clammer of the old air conditioner has awaken me into the morning darkness of August 1st. Ty remains undisturbed by the old Electrahome’s rattle as he moves to his back. 

A few short hours ago we returned to the hotel after a day on the lake,  dinner out and then falling asleep. 

Thinking of the beautiful day ahead my fingers instinctively find there way to  my vagina where conveniently my sleeper has slid to one side so touching myself was simple. where did all this wet excitement come from? Was I dreaming something that facilitated this growing trickle? Moving Quickly from solving the puzzle to yes please I will take more. 

It takes but a few moments of touching, rubbing, tugging , petting and penetrating to have a

a steady stream flowing! 

Burying fingers in a scooping motion my hand is filled with the morning surprise and I slide my hand under the waistband of Ty’s Lulu’s. 

His penis is quickly encompassed by the glaze. Ty stirs as he raises his hips a tad to tighten my hold on him. The mix of the morning surprise and the soft skin of his penis has me thinking of beads of body powder rolling down my back. 

This soft skin has now given way to a blood filled hardness that is simply excillerating. Stroking his cock , Tys hand has made its way under my back and sliding between my cheeks, I can tell my vagina has been running wild. As his finger finds my ass there is confirmation we have a flood underway. My stroking has generated a steady flow of natural oil and he is now at max size. 

He stops to encircle my little anus increasing his pressure untill it pops the seal slightly and I squeak. 

I grab his hand and rifle his fingers deep into my pussy and am bucking hard on like it is the last time I may ever get fucked. I am stroking him so hard that with each vertical pull, I can feel more of his manlihood escape. The intensity has risen and we cannot fuck ourselves any quicker than we are. I squeeze as hard as I can pull vertically , he buries all four fingers inside me our hips rise at exactly the same time, and in unison we explode . He shoots hard his cum blows straight up and falls all over my hand as I squirt what feel’s like a litre of cum spraying up his arm. The stroking and fingering has stopped as we both lay there feeling the aftershocks of such a quickly orchestrated moment of pleasure.

Rolling our bodies together we share our skin.

U are awaken by a piercing of your moist lips, the licking of your nipple and my teeth tugging on your stud! Fingers are quickly covered in your scent ,cock is granite hard and leaking cream eagerly awaiting your hand . Fucking your dripping hole my cock is ready to blow with each thrust as you stroke me like it is your first time . You cum quickly releasing the flow that is running down the perfection which is you and makes its way to your tight little hole. You roll over , lift your hips and  I position behind you , I am as straight and hard as a newly minted stainless rod shining with my own cream. Grabbing your hips I slowly push against your tight little hole and the head enters , so tight and warm! U move your hips and our natural lubricant allows the shaft to move at speed that causes your head to shoot back in a motion exhibiting pleasure as your finger nails claw deep into the sheets . Your chin lowers to your chest,  the tension is released as the dance becomes a tango of friction, intensity, calmness and aggression, a journey of sexual individuality played with two.  My cock like the tango drives hard and deep  but quickly replaced by slow meticulous placement not unlike the detail of a master painter creating to please the admirer.  The movement of love develops perspiration creating its own paths and pooling in the small of your back,  with each stroke our bodies glisten like we were making love on a jungle beach, my breathing has become near uncontrollable as I grab your hair and draw your head back between your shoulders.   The hand full of your hair is an emotional and physical catalyst, you drive your hips deep into my mine, I can go no deeper while pulsing what seems deeper as our sweat mixes and is airborne with each thrust.  Our hips are shaking uncontrollably, beautifully in sync until neither of us can hold anything emotional or physical, like the perfectly timed tango, your scream is piercing as the sheets are clawed between your nails and balled up into your hands at the precise time my head jolts back as we both explode. There is no thrusting required, I am deep and hard, you are engorged and taught against my hips. These humanistic type screams are replaced by two deep drawn animal like melodies as we explode our pleasure upon one and other again. The only movement now is that of the perspiration and the elixir of our beautiful white semen appearing along my shaft, the artist has appeared again and paints the beauty of white perfectly over your lips and your engorged clit. Falling onto you, our torso’s are painted as one,  the picture delivers a message of calm and pleasure to the admirer.

There is little effort required to unravel myself from the buttery sheets as they slide silently across my torso. The chance of returning to the now forgotten dream has passed me by so I roll to my back and turn the pillow over to enjoy the coolness. Although the bed is large our skyn has found the other in the early morning darkness, the only audible sound is the ever so slight softness of your exhale.

Timing my movement with your exhale so not to break the stillness of the environment I move one hand to your hip and the other to my cock that has forged itself into what would seem the lone structural support with but one purpose. By nature my fingers follow the fabric of your pelvic muscles and thigh moving downward then returning along the same path as my other hand tightens.

Your breathing has changed from the calmness of sleep to a more deeply drawn inhale as you move your leg further towards my thighs. With each down ward movement the pressure along the muscles is that of a deep massage, the return is lighter as the slow draw of my fingernails delivers targeted shards of intensity, your hips rise and fall with each calculated pass.

The path of the journey changes as my fingers slip from atop your pelvic discovering the inner thighs softeness and the now damp edge of your vagina. My right hand is moving easily along my shaft as the anticipation has provided a natural lubricant. 

Moving deeper between the thigh and vagina my fingers are now encapsulated by your inner thigh and vagina, it is warm, wonderfully wet and exhilarating to us as our hips jointly raise at precisely the same time, the room fills with the sound of deep exhalation!

As our hips lower my finger begins moving with precise accuracy as if this path along your moistening lips has been previously ventured, there is no friction to impede the slow draw as you have provided all the natural lubrication needed, reaching your glazed torso I circle the perfectly manicured sliver of pubic hair and commence the voyage along the downward side. The progress is slowed by the tendency to stop along the route as one finger is joined by a second, the lip is pinched between the two fingers, tugged in each direction then gently released to only be unceremoniously clenched once again and pulled towards the ceiling, the action is met with what one could only describe as a propulsion of your hips rocketing skyward thus causing both fingers to release the lips and slide deep inside you at the precise moment the release of your woman hood is ejected over my fingers and hand. Your pelvic continues thrusting itself upon my hand and with each vertical stroke there is another ejection of your sweetness until the thrusting is replaced with quivering as your pelvic returns to the butter; the tension and oxygen is no longer and replaced by the freshness of mind and body.

It is the start of a day that will surely be magical.

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