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There's an armchair in our bedroom, comfortable and overstuffed, that I've pulled over to the foot of the bed. You're sitting there, a bit nervous, but watching intently as I go to work on him...
I'm massaging him slowly with some oil, his trim body glistening in the low light. I glance back at you as I work his cock into a semi-erect state and note a flicker of a smile across your face. Turning back to my task, I hear the rustle of your skirt pulling up and smile myself. This is going to be good.
I want you to see the full glory of his hard cock, so scooting up to his side I lower my mouth onto him, my hair loose and hanging over the fellating scene, brushing his belly. He groans and I can feel his penis harden and swell in my mouth. Another glance at the armchair and I see that your skirt is indeed up around your hips and your hand is slowly rubbing your pussy through a very sexy pair of panties. Somehow I just knew you would wear something like the near sheer white thong that is beautifully showing off your mound, with its closely trimmed pubic hair. I go back to the pulsing organ in my hand.
I shift my position again, straddling his chest, facing you. This allows you a very good look at the beauty of his hard penis, richly veined, swollen head. I feel a warm rush between my legs when I notice how focused you are on his cock, both hands now working your own crotch. "I can make him even bigger and harder," I say, my words breaking a spell and causing you to look up and lock eyes with mine. Another warm rush and I realize that the panties I'm wearing (also white, also near sheer, with a bit of lace) are soaked.
"Let me see, it's so beautiful," you say, your voice throaty and surprisingly excited. Hearing you charges the scene ever more fully. Looking directly into your eyes, I hold his cock at the base, squeezing firmly, and move my hips up so that my panty-covered pussy brushes his face. I do this a few times and then slowly push back onto his chin, mouth and nose. A muffled groan as he swoons with my scent and the feel of swollen warm cunt through damp fabric. Sure enough, the cock in my hand twitches, throbs, and enlarges. I find this a big turn on - when he is swollen to maximum size, the veins making remarkably hard ridges. Another glance in your direction, and I see that it is a turn on for you as well. You are well into a masturbation swoon yourself, legs wide apart, and one hand inside your panties. "Move a bit closer," I ask. You comply, moving the chair right up to the bed. I can see you very well now.
Changing positions again, I come closer to you, parting his legs and kneeling between them. Although he is in a full state of arousal, his balls are still hanging loosely, not yet tight against his body as they get when he hits the next phase of excitement. I handle them, pendulous orbs in my hand, running my fingers through the thick hatch of hair at his crotch. He moans again. My finger traces down his crack, eliciting both another moan and, reflexively, his legs come up a bit. I touch his hole and a deeper moan fills the room. I am aware that you are leaning forward now, interested, in some ways this is what you have come to see. I turn and smile knowingly at you and ask you to pass the velvet bag that's at the foot of the bed.
I take some time applying the KY to my finger, letting the tension build a bit - tension that is radiating out both to you (hand still busy under the stretched skimpy fabric of your panties - indeed, I think I can detect your pussy scent in the mix) and to my man, whose hand has reached down to work on himself, ensuring that none of that extra girth fades. I catch your eyes darting from his stroking to my lubrication. I am also aware of sound at this moment. Enough precum has wept from his slit to create an audible element to his rhythm, and your breathing is heavy, probably louder than you are aware. Sexy.
I take an extra glob of the KY on my index finger and apply it to his puckered hole, not penetrating, just moving around in a circular. He loves this teasing and tenses up, his organ stiff and standing on its own now. I lower my mouth onto its swollen purplish head and, at the same time, enter his ass. A loud moan and the legs lift up some more. I take his length into my mouth and throat, then hold still and push in deeper. It's still so tight at this point. The cock throbs and I can feel each heartbeat. I left my head, leaving the finger immobile, and shoot you a sly smile. You don't even notice, you are masturbating so intently, your panties cute and sexy hanging from an ankle. For the first time I see the glory of your shaved lips below the small trim triangle of hair and, in the centre, the glistening bud of your clit. This is just how I imagined things.
I'm massaging him slowly with some oil, his trim body glistening in the low light. I glance back at you as I work his cock into a semi-erect state and note a flicker of a smile across your face. Turning back to my task, I hear the rustle of your skirt pulling up and smile myself. This is going to be good.
I want you to see the full glory of his hard cock, so scooting up to his side I lower my mouth onto him, my hair loose and hanging over the fellating scene, brushing his belly. He groans and I can feel his penis harden and swell in my mouth. Another glance at the armchair and I see that your skirt is indeed up around your hips and your hand is slowly rubbing your pussy through a very sexy pair of panties. Somehow I just knew you would wear something like the near sheer white thong that is beautifully showing off your mound, with its closely trimmed pubic hair. I go back to the pulsing organ in my hand.
I shift my position again, straddling his chest, facing you. This allows you a very good look at the beauty of his hard penis, richly veined, swollen head. I feel a warm rush between my legs when I notice how focused you are on his cock, both hands now working your own crotch. "I can make him even bigger and harder," I say, my words breaking a spell and causing you to look up and lock eyes with mine. Another warm rush and I realize that the panties I'm wearing (also white, also near sheer, with a bit of lace) are soaked.
"Let me see, it's so beautiful," you say, your voice throaty and surprisingly excited. Hearing you charges the scene ever more fully. Looking directly into your eyes, I hold his cock at the base, squeezing firmly, and move my hips up so that my panty-covered pussy brushes his face. I do this a few times and then slowly push back onto his chin, mouth and nose. A muffled groan as he swoons with my scent and the feel of swollen warm cunt through damp fabric. Sure enough, the cock in my hand twitches, throbs, and enlarges. I find this a big turn on - when he is swollen to maximum size, the veins making remarkably hard ridges. Another glance in your direction, and I see that it is a turn on for you as well. You are well into a masturbation swoon yourself, legs wide apart, and one hand inside your panties. "Move a bit closer," I ask. You comply, moving the chair right up to the bed. I can see you very well now.
Changing positions again, I come closer to you, parting his legs and kneeling between them. Although he is in a full state of arousal, his balls are still hanging loosely, not yet tight against his body as they get when he hits the next phase of excitement. I handle them, pendulous orbs in my hand, running my fingers through the thick hatch of hair at his crotch. He moans again. My finger traces down his crack, eliciting both another moan and, reflexively, his legs come up a bit. I touch his hole and a deeper moan fills the room. I am aware that you are leaning forward now, interested, in some ways this is what you have come to see. I turn and smile knowingly at you and ask you to pass the velvet bag that's at the foot of the bed.
I take some time applying the KY to my finger, letting the tension build a bit - tension that is radiating out both to you (hand still busy under the stretched skimpy fabric of your panties - indeed, I think I can detect your pussy scent in the mix) and to my man, whose hand has reached down to work on himself, ensuring that none of that extra girth fades. I catch your eyes darting from his stroking to my lubrication. I am also aware of sound at this moment. Enough precum has wept from his slit to create an audible element to his rhythm, and your breathing is heavy, probably louder than you are aware. Sexy.
I take an extra glob of the KY on my index finger and apply it to his puckered hole, not penetrating, just moving around in a circular. He loves this teasing and tenses up, his organ stiff and standing on its own now. I lower my mouth onto its swollen purplish head and, at the same time, enter his ass. A loud moan and the legs lift up some more. I take his length into my mouth and throat, then hold still and push in deeper. It's still so tight at this point. The cock throbs and I can feel each heartbeat. I left my head, leaving the finger immobile, and shoot you a sly smile. You don't even notice, you are masturbating so intently, your panties cute and sexy hanging from an ankle. For the first time I see the glory of your shaved lips below the small trim triangle of hair and, in the centre, the glistening bud of your clit. This is just how I imagined things.