Good Love

o me, making all sorts of unintelligible sounds, and I felt his cock swell with its imminent explosion. We exploded together, calling for each other, grunting, clawing, trying to pu

ed him around his neck. We shared a long, deep, wet and sloppy kiss while he throbbed insid

new that I needed to get up and pee but I wanted to just stay there and drift off to sleep held snugly in his arms. Not peeing after sex leaves me vulnerable to a UTI, and the last thing I wanted for this long weekend was to wake up sore down there in all the wrong ways. So reluctantly, I peeled myself aw

cks

nswered, ba

lt his lips press into the side of my face while his arms held me tighter. My

ted. We were both thrumming with excited energy, me a bit anxious as well, knowing that by the end of the day I was going to sub

let me decide my exact moment of surrender. It was the first morning he didn't start off by rubbing his face in my sex to get my scent all over him. His affection was no less demanding, however. Oth

sual breakfast of assorted fruit, Greek yogurt and pastries and instead I ordered a breakfast filled with pork: an applewood bacon, sun-dried tomato and goat cheese omelet; G

chuckled, remembering that I had grown u

red simply then loc

will tell you, we are raised and taught that pigs are the filthiest of animals, but physically and spiritually. I never even had an opportunity to try pork growing up because it wasn't sold in any markets nor was it served in any restaurants. But I was

we wouldn't be recognized and I had an idea. Something told me that I might need a blanket so I looked in the closet an

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lace she hoped we could go to enjoy the outdoors without fear of bei

if I don't know w

quing my curiosity. "Besides, this will let me mess with you

e drove -- but her tease turned out to be an idle threat. At first. During the first hour of the car ride we spent the whole time listeni

dow to let the wind blow through it, soaking up sun with her face. Beyond her physical beauty she conveyed such a free spiritedness in that mome

er shoes off and put her feet up on the dashboard, tempting me with her smooth thighs. I could not resist reaching out

y hand drifted to the front of her midnight blue boy-leg panties, the same pair I bought for her the day before. There I rubbed until a wet spot formed, coating my fingers in her moisture. I brought her fingers to my nose and

nsists, "or I'm pulling my dress

point dying to taste her but she denied me. Instead, she let me get a second whiff but when I tried to capture her sticky fingers between my lips she pulled them away. O

s on the road as she put h

admitted breathlessly while

e to me and claim that you

r that as I grew up I could never just lay in my bed and do it, let alone let anyone watch," she added, groaning the last part. "For the first two years I tried to suppress my desire to do this while thinking of you. About two years ago, I lost the batt