One More Wish (cont'd)afterandalasiaJune 4 2012, 10:48:30 UTC
He ran his hands over his beautiful wife's beautiful cock, watching it harden and grow erect beneath his touch. Her labia had grown fatter, more plump, though not quite so large as true balls, and between them her vulva still wet and glistening. Aladdin dipped his head between her thighs, pressing his tongue into her and drawing a wet line between her lips and, without stopping, along the underside of her cock to the head. Jasmine moaned, and Aladdin brushed his lips over the head of her cock, feeling himself growing almost weak with desire at the touch.
He lost track of how long he lapped and sucked and stroked at her, feeling the warmth and knowing that this was without adultery, without cheating, because this was Jasmine still and everything that he had ever needed. Finally, though, the need became too much for him, and he looked up to her with desire in his eyes and drew her down to join him.
Easily they fell into position, and it seemed as easy as breathing that she took him, hot and warm and perfect, so perfect, buried to the hilt in him, her breasts moving against his back with each breath, her hands tight around his hips.
"Jasmine," he whispered, her name like a benediction on his tongue, and the murmur of his name in his ear in response was almost enough to make him fall apart. Better than the feeling of being fucked alone was the feeling of being fucked by Jasmine, by the one that he loved, of hearing her gasps at the new sensations as he relives the ones he has missed for so long, and as she came within him in a hot, wet rush, he felt himself tipped over the edge, and he fancies that this may just be the best wish that he has ever made.
He lost track of how long he lapped and sucked and stroked at her, feeling the warmth and knowing that this was without adultery, without cheating, because this was Jasmine still and everything that he had ever needed. Finally, though, the need became too much for him, and he looked up to her with desire in his eyes and drew her down to join him.
Easily they fell into position, and it seemed as easy as breathing that she took him, hot and warm and perfect, so perfect, buried to the hilt in him, her breasts moving against his back with each breath, her hands tight around his hips.
"Jasmine," he whispered, her name like a benediction on his tongue, and the murmur of his name in his ear in response was almost enough to make him fall apart. Better than the feeling of being fucked alone was the feeling of being fucked by Jasmine, by the one that he loved, of hearing her gasps at the new sensations as he relives the ones he has missed for so long, and as she came within him in a hot, wet rush, he felt himself tipped over the edge, and he fancies that this may just be the best wish that he has ever made.
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*fans self* I am not sure what it is I read or if I should like it, but like it I do.
Man, this makes me want a penis, just for a little bit.
*hides self*
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(Image from Scandanavia And The World, satwcomic.com)
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