Although, you may have noticed,
I’m still learning. The last time I opened a book of flower-laden
poetry it had to be, oh, two or three years ago.”
“Could have fooled me. So, why don’t you
crack it open now, and show me what you’ve mastered so far?”
Erica shivered when he ran gentle fingers
beneath the under carriage of her breasts. She hadn’t felt this
good in such a long, long time! She reciprocated with a glide of
her hands along his firm chest and on to his flat, tight abdomen.
Up to the challenge now, she continued along his waist, his hip,
and on to the smooth plane of his thighs. His cock jutted
accordingly, stimulated by those light touches, but Erica wanted to
save his member for last.
Next she brought her lips to skim along his
flesh and licked and kissed such caramel cream satin until she
could taste his sweetness. Tossing back his head, Nico writhed
beneath her in slow, undulating dance as she continued to stoke his
desire. When he rolled on his back, he took her with him. Erica
straddled his hips and leaned over so that her strands of hair
tickled his chin. Again, she explored lustrous flesh over hard
muscle, while the feel of him, his scent and taste, only served to
whet her appetite for all of him.
Suddenly, she gave a little squeak and a jump
when he plunged his hand between her legs, teased the tendrils of
her dark curls, and then caressed her slit. His fingers dipped
inside and slid her hot juices to her clit where he began a light
but tortuous massage. This time Erica shook violently as if he had
just zapped her with a high voltage wire, making her numb and
powerless. When Nico ran his tip along her opening, she sank along
his shaft and savored the feel of his strength inside of her,
holding her, impaling her so that she could not melt away. With a
renewed passion, Erica plucked at his nipples and clenched his skin
as she began a wild ride. In return, he measured her full breasts
with expert fingers and then kneaded her plum areolas.
Nico clutched her hips and helped her to
increase the friction of her clit against the dark wreath of his
pubic hair. Soon, she tottered on the brink and then fell down,
down, down in a long, magnificent shudder of release. When she
finally settled into her regular rhythmic breathing, Erica
stretched gloriously along his body, and he held her tight while
kissing the damp strands of her hair.
“Had enough?” He chuckled in her ear.
She brushed his cheek with her own. “Not by a
long shot. I’m just taking a break from my studies. It’s your turn
to practice, and as they say, practice makes perfect.”
Nico drummed his fingers down her back. “I’m
practicing my scales, but now I believe I’m ready for a real jam
session.”
Laughing, Erica felt giddy, carefree, and
light enough to float on air. Reaching down, she found and stroked
his extended cock and the large, plump testicles until her
tantalizing touch made him throb and bulge. Coaxing her down along
her stomach, Nico straddled her and began a wonderful massage of
her shoulders. Erica let out little moans of delight and wiggled
when he kneaded her back and worked down to her buttocks. He raised
her hips next and parted her legs. She shot forward the moment he
placed his fingers along her wet, engorged slash, and then ran his
hands along the inside of her thighs. With a swift intake of
breath, he grasped her hips, plunged inside, and jammed himself to
the very end of her passage. After a moment’s pause, her lover
started with slow, easy strokes until he worked himself up to a
fevered pitch, and Erica gave a little wiggle as she savored the
feel of the way he impaled her.
In return, she clasped her muscles around his
cock, and he groaned with the feel of her tight hold. Once he
established a series of quick, piston thrusts, he brought his hand
around her hip and reach beneath to rub her clit. Despite her
recent climax, Erica quickened with another round of desire. As he
brought her yet again to
I’m still learning. The last time I opened a book of flower-laden
poetry it had to be, oh, two or three years ago.”
“Could have fooled me. So, why don’t you
crack it open now, and show me what you’ve mastered so far?”
Erica shivered when he ran gentle fingers
beneath the under carriage of her breasts. She hadn’t felt this
good in such a long, long time! She reciprocated with a glide of
her hands along his firm chest and on to his flat, tight abdomen.
Up to the challenge now, she continued along his waist, his hip,
and on to the smooth plane of his thighs. His cock jutted
accordingly, stimulated by those light touches, but Erica wanted to
save his member for last.
Next she brought her lips to skim along his
flesh and licked and kissed such caramel cream satin until she
could taste his sweetness. Tossing back his head, Nico writhed
beneath her in slow, undulating dance as she continued to stoke his
desire. When he rolled on his back, he took her with him. Erica
straddled his hips and leaned over so that her strands of hair
tickled his chin. Again, she explored lustrous flesh over hard
muscle, while the feel of him, his scent and taste, only served to
whet her appetite for all of him.
Suddenly, she gave a little squeak and a jump
when he plunged his hand between her legs, teased the tendrils of
her dark curls, and then caressed her slit. His fingers dipped
inside and slid her hot juices to her clit where he began a light
but tortuous massage. This time Erica shook violently as if he had
just zapped her with a high voltage wire, making her numb and
powerless. When Nico ran his tip along her opening, she sank along
his shaft and savored the feel of his strength inside of her,
holding her, impaling her so that she could not melt away. With a
renewed passion, Erica plucked at his nipples and clenched his skin
as she began a wild ride. In return, he measured her full breasts
with expert fingers and then kneaded her plum areolas.
Nico clutched her hips and helped her to
increase the friction of her clit against the dark wreath of his
pubic hair. Soon, she tottered on the brink and then fell down,
down, down in a long, magnificent shudder of release. When she
finally settled into her regular rhythmic breathing, Erica
stretched gloriously along his body, and he held her tight while
kissing the damp strands of her hair.
“Had enough?” He chuckled in her ear.
She brushed his cheek with her own. “Not by a
long shot. I’m just taking a break from my studies. It’s your turn
to practice, and as they say, practice makes perfect.”
Nico drummed his fingers down her back. “I’m
practicing my scales, but now I believe I’m ready for a real jam
session.”
Laughing, Erica felt giddy, carefree, and
light enough to float on air. Reaching down, she found and stroked
his extended cock and the large, plump testicles until her
tantalizing touch made him throb and bulge. Coaxing her down along
her stomach, Nico straddled her and began a wonderful massage of
her shoulders. Erica let out little moans of delight and wiggled
when he kneaded her back and worked down to her buttocks. He raised
her hips next and parted her legs. She shot forward the moment he
placed his fingers along her wet, engorged slash, and then ran his
hands along the inside of her thighs. With a swift intake of
breath, he grasped her hips, plunged inside, and jammed himself to
the very end of her passage. After a moment’s pause, her lover
started with slow, easy strokes until he worked himself up to a
fevered pitch, and Erica gave a little wiggle as she savored the
feel of the way he impaled her.
In return, she clasped her muscles around his
cock, and he groaned with the feel of her tight hold. Once he
established a series of quick, piston thrusts, he brought his hand
around her hip and reach beneath to rub her clit. Despite her
recent climax, Erica quickened with another round of desire. As he
brought her yet again to
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