Summer in the City by Kojo Black Page B

over her lips stretched wide by my bulging organ. She was beautiful like that. She made us beautiful.
    She dipped her lips, tongue and throat one last time, nearly engulfing my entire length, down to where the hard cylinder met the soft cushion of my balls. With agonising lethargy she drew her lips tight around my penis and, with a strong suction, siphoned herself off my length from base to tip.
    She clamoured up my body and straddled me with her strong, golden thighs. I smiled at her through my expression of delirium. She knew what skills she possessed.
    â€œI’m wet from sucking you,” she admitted.
    â€œAnd my cock is very hard from you sucking me,” I told her, and she laughed at my clarification of the obvious.
    She raised herself up on her knees. Delicately tilting her pelvis and arching her back, she took my cock in her hand, raised it and pointed it into herself. I found it amazing how she guided my throbbing prick directly to her entrance. Sometimes, when I place myself inside a woman, we probe and bump gently, unsure when and how my blunt, round end will find that honeyed cavern. But she knew and loved her body so well that she led me easily inside. Her pink pussy needed only to touch the head of my prick before I was glistening and slick. She gasped—I think we both did—briefly, as she lowered herself onto me and my bulbous tip spread her deeper pink petals. In the next motion she thrust herself down violently and took all of me into her. Her pussy contorted and contained me as she threw herself onto my cock again and again. Gulping—slurping—slushing—rippling around my cock. Her pussy was so wonderfully greedy, so voracious that it was audible. Her dark-lashed eyes were downcast and her lips pursed as if in reverie as she concentrated on every electrode of pleasure firing from her epicentre. I found her rhythm and thrust upward into her, first holding her by her hips then placing my palms over the smooth ellipse of her belly. From below, I watched the smooth under-globes of her breasts bounce and jiggle as she rode on and on.
    She leant forward to press her fruit-sweet mouth against mine. Her warm breasts lowered onto me, softly first, until at last she pressed them full against me, warming my own heart with hers. As she kissed me, her hair fell about my face and I breathed in the soft, flowered fragrance that enveloped me. Our scents mingled and the smell of hot, sweet fucking surrounded us. We rode on and on, every stroke seeming to encourage her to yield up more of her honey, while engorging me with greater desire.
    At last I put my arms around her, held her close, and rolled us both over so that her legs were still astride, her pussy still deeply demanding. I knelt now, looking down upon her. She smiled at the role reversal and snuggled down more securely onto my cock. She reached down to stoke my short pubic hair; then to feel what her cunt was doing to my cock; then to feel what my cock was doing to her. As if to feel through her hands and her sex an emblem of the pleasure that we made. Her pussy puffed and pouted under her hand as she trilled her fingers around and over her clitoris. I put one hand behind each of her knees and scooped up her legs so that they rested over my shoulders. Without any sort of apprehension, she drew back her own thighs, bringing her knees almost in line with her head. She was giving herself to me fully, opening herself to me, needing me to give her all that I had. The motion threw her ass and her pussy into the air. And I sank so hard and so deep into her supple offering that her lovely round ass sprung up and down off the mattress.
    With every stroke, our trust of one another grew and we sacrificed ourselves to each other for a long time. Eventually, we rested. And I fully withdrew my hardy muscle—slippery with her nectar. The sight of her—so totally naked, panting and open before me—that alone could have made me cum. I