She wore a drenched, blue with white polka dots, dress-skirt with a white collar and he wore jeans. His short brown hair stood erect and wet. She gazed at the hairs on his chest and then into his rain soaked face which was loving and kind but not without the roughness and stubble that made him a man. He looked into her eyes and then right through her. Penetrating her heart and violating her bubble of doubt.
Laying her onto their king size bed softly, he grazed her cheeks with his palm and her head elevated slightly to meet his lips.
She pushed away from him gently and with a devious smile said, "Why darling, you know those jeans are going to get the bed wet."
"Perfect," he said, "I’m going commando today... But darling, keep the skirt. Those panties on the other hand, are as filthy and that bra is a sin towards god: for hiding some things, that need to breathe."
Removing their various items he wasted no time sinking his teeth into her neck; hard enough to be painful but light enough to be pleasure too. His naked cock began to grow quickly next to her hungry flower as he laid kisses on every reachable inch of her body and his hands massaged what wasn't being kissed; and lightly bitten, in some cases.
As he made his way back to her lips, he pressed hard into them and their bodies met and vibrated together with the tune of nature its self. Raising her pelvis with a pillow, he got himself in position and dove in like a falcon going for a field mouse.
As he made his way back to her lips, he pressed hard into them and their bodies met and vibrated together with the tune of nature its self. Raising her pelvis with a pillow, he got himself in position and dove in like a falcon going for a field mouse.
Thrusting deep and upward into her vagina, he rubbed the length of her clit and her g-spot relentlessly; digging his claws into her hips, and then moving his hands all over her legs and pelvis. He thrust into her mercilessly till she began to spasm. He, with his iron grip, tore the skirt from her body and she screamed in ecstasy.
He thrust into her harder now and began his climax. Like a river, being shot from a water cannon, he came deep into her and filled her again and again as she began to leak with his stiff member still deep within her body.
As her legs began to bend again and she began to return to comfortably numb, he retreated from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. Kissing her neck once more and giving one last gentle bite-kiss to her left nipple, he relaxed in a spot next to her and waited for her to use him for a pillow.
Before they both fell asleep, she yawned, "...and i really liked that skirt..."
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