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Haze !!!
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Posted:Dec 16, 2009 7:04 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2024 3:51 am
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It happened last years, but the memory remains crystal clear in my mind.
The haze was caused as much by the 4 a.m. sodium light that glowed through cream calico curtain, as by the joy that fogged my brain. Joy at the supremely marvelous all-over fucking that had just happened. Or, more correctly, that was still happening, but having a short break for breath, air, water and silent, smiling reflection on both our parts.
We’d been together almost constantly since the previous morning, wrapped up, in and around each other. We’d walked together, hands tightly clasped as if magnetized, shoulders bumping whenever possible. As if we had to reassure ourselves that we were both actually there, together. We’d sat over food, discussing sundry matters. Grinning like maniacs, eyes locked, focused only on each other.
The rest of the universe had faded into muted submission. I’d felt as though I could never be any happier. And in truth, for the longest time, i wasn’t.
We’d been making wild, passionate and utterly perverted love since early that morning. We’d had a brief break while I stepped out for a meeting for a couple of hours, and she regrouped. (Read: napped peacefully.)
I’d fucked her face, her cunt and her ass, over and over. I’d tasted, licked and sucked nearly every inch of me, alternately caressing her breasts, and pinching her nipples, with the occasional playful slap for good measure. She’d ridden me cowgirl, and achieved an earth-shaking splashing orgasm of the intensity that happens so rarely, but is remembered eternally.
Now we lay, in an orange-bathed haze, panting quietly and lying contentedly side by side. She closed her eyes for a moment and awoke half an hour later to see my head propped up on her elbowed hand, regarding her intently.
“Can’t you sleep?” she croak, amazed that it is her, and not me, who succumbed.
“I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to miss a moment of being with you.”
She smile wickedly, ever the evil minx, even at 4.30 am.
“Well, if you plan to remain awake, don’t you think that you should, at the very least, be occupied?”
I look at her, and a slow smile of understanding spreads across her face.
“You want me to clean you, don’t you?”
She blushes, the last remaining vestiges of her good-girl exterior getting the better of me. She incline my head to indicate yes, but I won’t let her off that easily.
“You want it? You’ll have to ask for it. Go on.” And I laugh that gorgeous throaty chuckle that captivates her every time.
“Clean me,” she whispers softly.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it…?”
Fully awake now, she rises to the challenge.
“Lick me clean, please. Lick my cunt clean. The cunt you just filled. Clean me.”
And she lies back and surrender herself to the orange glow, that resonates inside the room, and inside her mind, as i did just that... 
Stay Tuned !!!
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