the bed. My hard cock brushed against the wet lips of her pussy.
She moaned more as I started moving between her legs, rubbing the shaft of my
hard cock between them, her throbbing clit sending signals to all her limbs.
I shifted my body and placed my hungry cock at the center of
her sweet opening. With our eyes meeting, I pushed my cock completely inside
her. She moaned and her head fell back. I kept it inside her for a moment,
retreated completely, and again pushed inside her, with more force this time.
She pushed up to meet me, and my cock reached deeper inside her. I started
moving in and out with a steady increase of speed and she moved her hips in
circles. Her fingernails dug into my back as her moans grew louder and her
breathing shallower.
I held her tightly in my arms as I penetrated her deeply and
with increased speed. My lips found hers and devoured them as my climax
approached. Our bodies were drenched in hot sweat as she climaxed and bucked,
wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my butt cheeks. Her
massive, rolling orgasm kept going on and on until I surrender with a thundering
moan to my own orgasm. She arched her back, and her fingernails dug deep into
my back causing a delicious pain, screaming out my name many times over. My body
was shaking as my cock experienced multiple contractions from her pussy, echoed
by its own contractions and spasms as I released my seed into her.
I collapsed into her. I stayed inside her, dazed and short
of breath. For five minutes, neither of us spoke. I turned over and rested on
my back beside her, and then at the same time, both of us started laughing as
if we just heard a funny joke. What was between us was more than lust and
desire. It was more than two bodies hot for each other. It was like when you
mate the perfect words with the perfect music. It sounded cheesy in my head
when I thought of it, but it was so true.
I turned on my side and looked upon the naked body next to
mine. Could she be more perfect? She settled on her stomach and turned her
head towards me, looking into my eye, and smiling a magical smile. She rose up
and left the room. After a couple of minutes, she came back with the bottle of
champagne and the two glasses. She filled them, gave me one, and sat next to
me. I kissed her side, and she giggled and shrugged. I then kissed her butt
cheek, and she giggled again and shifted a little and leaned back.
“So how do you know Edith?” I asked.
She threw her head back, laughed, and looked at me. Then I
asked again, “Seriously, you seemed very well acquainted.”
“You introduced us,” she said.
“No I didn’t. You knew each other from before,” I retorted.
“I’m not talking about tonight. You introduced us almost
twenty years ago.” She said.
Surprised, I asked her, “Where? How?”
“Twenty years ago, I was a student at NYU. I was at the
beginning of my junior year,” she said. “I was in a restaurant, and beside me
was a little baby in a highchair.”
I raised my eyebrow, and she continued. “The baby’s mom must
have gone to the ladies room, and the baby started crying, so I carried him and
held him close to me, and he stopped crying. Then a lady came towards me,
smiled, and thanked me and told me that it seems that her son has got himself a
date.”
I laughed and waited to hear the rest of the story, “Then
she introduced herself and she told me that she had an idea for a picture. I
listened, liked the idea, and after a couple of days, went to a studio and had
the picture taken. Two months after that, she called me and told me that the
picture won an award.”
“Wait wait wait,” I said, stopping her. I sat up in bed and
asked her, “Was it that picture of a little baby held close to a naked woman’s
chest?”
“That’s the one,” she replied proudly.
“Oh my God… that was you… holding me?” I covered my face
with both my hands as
She moaned more as I started moving between her legs, rubbing the shaft of my
hard cock between them, her throbbing clit sending signals to all her limbs.
I shifted my body and placed my hungry cock at the center of
her sweet opening. With our eyes meeting, I pushed my cock completely inside
her. She moaned and her head fell back. I kept it inside her for a moment,
retreated completely, and again pushed inside her, with more force this time.
She pushed up to meet me, and my cock reached deeper inside her. I started
moving in and out with a steady increase of speed and she moved her hips in
circles. Her fingernails dug into my back as her moans grew louder and her
breathing shallower.
I held her tightly in my arms as I penetrated her deeply and
with increased speed. My lips found hers and devoured them as my climax
approached. Our bodies were drenched in hot sweat as she climaxed and bucked,
wrapping her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my butt cheeks. Her
massive, rolling orgasm kept going on and on until I surrender with a thundering
moan to my own orgasm. She arched her back, and her fingernails dug deep into
my back causing a delicious pain, screaming out my name many times over. My body
was shaking as my cock experienced multiple contractions from her pussy, echoed
by its own contractions and spasms as I released my seed into her.
I collapsed into her. I stayed inside her, dazed and short
of breath. For five minutes, neither of us spoke. I turned over and rested on
my back beside her, and then at the same time, both of us started laughing as
if we just heard a funny joke. What was between us was more than lust and
desire. It was more than two bodies hot for each other. It was like when you
mate the perfect words with the perfect music. It sounded cheesy in my head
when I thought of it, but it was so true.
I turned on my side and looked upon the naked body next to
mine. Could she be more perfect? She settled on her stomach and turned her
head towards me, looking into my eye, and smiling a magical smile. She rose up
and left the room. After a couple of minutes, she came back with the bottle of
champagne and the two glasses. She filled them, gave me one, and sat next to
me. I kissed her side, and she giggled and shrugged. I then kissed her butt
cheek, and she giggled again and shifted a little and leaned back.
“So how do you know Edith?” I asked.
She threw her head back, laughed, and looked at me. Then I
asked again, “Seriously, you seemed very well acquainted.”
“You introduced us,” she said.
“No I didn’t. You knew each other from before,” I retorted.
“I’m not talking about tonight. You introduced us almost
twenty years ago.” She said.
Surprised, I asked her, “Where? How?”
“Twenty years ago, I was a student at NYU. I was at the
beginning of my junior year,” she said. “I was in a restaurant, and beside me
was a little baby in a highchair.”
I raised my eyebrow, and she continued. “The baby’s mom must
have gone to the ladies room, and the baby started crying, so I carried him and
held him close to me, and he stopped crying. Then a lady came towards me,
smiled, and thanked me and told me that it seems that her son has got himself a
date.”
I laughed and waited to hear the rest of the story, “Then
she introduced herself and she told me that she had an idea for a picture. I
listened, liked the idea, and after a couple of days, went to a studio and had
the picture taken. Two months after that, she called me and told me that the
picture won an award.”
“Wait wait wait,” I said, stopping her. I sat up in bed and
asked her, “Was it that picture of a little baby held close to a naked woman’s
chest?”
“That’s the one,” she replied proudly.
“Oh my God… that was you… holding me?” I covered my face
with both my hands as
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