We and one more night!

Another night, another hot one. Lying on my huge bed, I gazed out of the open window in my room at a dark sky dotted with twinkling stars and a gentle breeze. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself into the arms of Orpheus. In my dream, you again appeared... My hard-on...My master! You were lying in my bed, flaunting your appetizing masculinity on your luscious body. I looked at you from top to bottom, it was like a banquet that filled my mouth with water. Should I start with the entree or dessert? I knelt beside him as we stared at each other, his lustful gaze burned into my breasts that turned black. A sudden warmth spread between my thighs, as his gaze dropped down to the apex among them. The desire I feel for you, which moves my libido, that makes me imagine and dream what it would be like to be in your arms, feeling your caresses, your kisses, your touch, your body...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I open a little the legs and feel a small electric shock. My soft, warm folds are mixed with anticipation and excitement. You're stiff, with your eyes fixed on my penis. Your dick moves like it has a mind of its own. I open my thighs a little more, shy and yet bold knowing that you will see the folds which are likely to glow with the fluid of my moisture before your hungry gaze. His breath almost choking, while his eyes slowly paused for a moment on my breasts, raising their gaze until they met mine. "You're going to torture me tonight, aren't you?" he growled. I leaned forward to put my hand on his thigh. His penis was only a few inches away, but I didn't touch it. I wanted all that masculinity lying beside me, my arms resting on your shoulders as one leg is passed over you and the other sits squarely against your chest so wide that my legs are fully spread open. My uncovered sex kisses her torso; I turn my hips savoring a feeling of beauty and strong muscle beneath me while rubbing my open lips - You're the embodiment of my hard-on. It's my dream, my fantasy, my fetish". Put your hands on top of your head. My voice did not sound like an order, but rather soft and breathless because my lungs were filled with more heat than air. You stretched your arms upward and I almost reached climax as the muscles of your chest swayed along my open wet sex. Your eyes twinkled at hearing that needy groan of pleasure come out from my lips. "What are you going to do with me now?" she asks in a growling voice. Love him so that he can't move. "Don't move", I whispered. "Agreed". He also responds in a whisper. I almost bite my lips at the image of that man between my thighs, passing my hands over his outstretched arms and intoxicating myself with sensations. I bent down and kissed her closed eyelids, kissing, caressing with my nose and licking her face inch by inch as my tongue traced the outline of her brows. You shiver when I explode your ear with my tongue, all the muscles you have are tense and tight. "Put yourself on top of the member". We won't fuck, we will leave it for another night, another dream... but I have to feel her. Yes, whisper. I move over your body to slide down. You let out a sudden gasp as my sex passes across the protruding head of your penis. It was wet, and so did I. Sliding a little lower until the open folds of my sex were on top of the base of his penis is almost as exciting as having him inside. The skin of the penis nearly burned velvet upon steel it slipped from here to there in very small movements and I watched with fascination how one big drop of liquid formed on her blond head. There was nothing soft there, skin over muscle like leather on steel. "How does it feel to be so strong, knowing you can do almost anything?" I smile and lean over to nibble on the skin of his shoulder. Now you breathe with difficulty, look breathless as if running. I kiss him on the mouth briefly enough to lick his tongue and make him groan, then lean gently down, biting into his neck and chest muscles with short, light nibbles. I twirl my tongue around your nipple and sweat fills your forehead, your whole body is arched up and a deaf groan comes out from the bottom of your chest. Our bodies understand each other. I raise one breast and lean towards you, my hair falls down over the shoulders and around the head. In the dream, I look like a heathen woman sitting naked on her lap with open sex over her penis offering my breast. I leap as her lips close impetuously on my stiffened nipple. Her mouth moves while she sucks voluptuously at the beak. Suddenly, in unison, there are violent contractions in my vagina. She releases my breast for a moment and then opens her eyes. I almost turn away from the fire that I see in her eyeballs. Her hips push underneath me with short deep motions of sex. Eye to eye. My red hair dampened by sweat and its strands tense, as if suffering. It's more of a grunt. smiling, I raise my breast again and bend over, the smile is instantly extinguished by the warmth generated from your mouth. You pull hard on your breasts harder than a child would do it almost undoing me in an orgasm you continue with your mouth; its rhythmic movements feel vaginal contractions on his penis because he sucks more vigorously following her pace with deep groans coming out of his chest my thighs shake as heat continues to pass through me in waves and my vagina lips vibrate violently above his penis Instinctively, my hips rise when you push. The heat, the moans, the heartbeats, adrenaline running high for the first time in my life I lose connection with my body because of pleasure that only you give me. Underneath my body, his hips convulse, moving back and forth prolonging the pleasure. I'm so wet that your penis, your dick, your pussy slide with ease. He bites at my nipple lightly, and then I scream again, another orgasm floods me like a wave reaching into the sea inside. She lets go of my breast and falls back on her pillow breathlessly watching me my eyes half-closed, while still vibrating from orgasm. At the end I tremble and sweat. My fluid flows out of the vagina like a torrent, in the form of perspiration all over me, as tears through my eyes. You're frozen when you look at my face with your shining eyes. Are you all right? I nod my head yes and bite my lip when his eye is between your legs, you struggle so hard to maintain control, your lungs roar with such force that my thighs open at every effort he makes to breathe. Yes... whisper. I'm more than fine. You watch me carefully. What are you thinking? What was I thinking ? A feeling, more than anything... a pleasure-filled sensation, soft and feminine. There you go. You must know, you have to understand the effect it has on me... I look into your eyes as my chest rises with a sigh. "I think". I answer, and my voice trembles. Waiting for a moment to regain control of it, and a lonely tear slides down my face. When at last I can master my feelings, my voice comes out in an intense whisper, piercing only the oppression that I feel in my throat. Your penis grows between the lips of my sex, and then suddenly you climax, arching your hips, carrying me with you as semen comes out endlessly pouring over your stomach in white fierce gushes. She closes her eyes and moans as if in pain, convulsing beneath me not with rhythmic movements but rather uncontrollable jerks. I go on endlessly while my eye is fascinated by the white streams of semen that burst forth forcefully from the protruding red head of his penis. After my own climax, my very sensitive flesh feels intensely every movement, each jolt, each groan of your orgasm. We both gasp as you gradually calm down. You're sweaty, your chest is covered in perspiration and you have a stomach full of semen. His closed eyes open, he looks at me and seems to evaluate my feelings. "Can I use my hands?" he asks finally. I'm also sweaty, still shivering from the aftermath of my own orgasm. Immediately, you lower your arms that surround me and bring me down by leaning on your chest. I feel the semen sliding in my stomach sticking them together. Your huge hands caress my hair stopping at the back of my neck, bowing my head and holding it to kiss me. Our mouths fit each other perfectly. His tongue ravaging the innermost part of my mouth, stroking it. It was devilishly addictive, whispering. I nod affirmatively exhausted and let my forehead fall on his chest. And before the dream dissipates and sleep finally takes over. I can still hear you saying: I hope in my next dream, you'll be all right. 'Cause we're gonna spend the whole holy dream fucking. And so I surrender to sleep, not imagining that you had prophesied yet another dream. I want to thank the contoerotic site and authors (authors) and readers who motivate me to write, that I love with comments and affection. Know that at this moment, only posted on my blog here and another website Bjs sweet caring from a fan of each one of you!!! Ayesk@ #Copyrights reserved. Prohibited reproduction, in whole or in part and transfer to third parties except with the author's formal permission Law 5988 of 1973#