She heard the knock on the door, and knew it was time. He was here, and she was ready. One last look in the mirror, one last chance to fix her hair, and she opened the door. He walked in looking her up and down, and from his smile she knew he liked what he saw.
What did he see? He saw her full breasts jostling about beneath her sexy black and purple negligee. He saw her short black hair bouncing as she moved to the bed. He saw a glimpse of her purple g-string. And he saw her collection of sex toys on the table beside the bed.
Yes, he liked what he saw. And she did, too. She watched him hanging up his jacket in the closet. She watched him standing at the dresser undoing his tie, removing his shirt and pants. And as she watched, she was rubbing her pussy, teasing him.
She had learned in their early days together that he got very turned on watching her masturbate, so when he started to move to the bed, she asked him to stop, to sit at the table and watch. His pause was brief; it didn't take long for him to process what she was saying. He obeyed and sat down, turning his chair toward the bed, even moving it just a bit closer.
She lay back and moved her hand slowly over her selection of toys. He watched with great interest, and she watched his face for any sign of change. He flinched every time her hand moved closer to a flesh-like dildo. That was the one she used.
She picked it up and laid it on her stomach pointing down to her pussy. She would play with it later, but first her tits needed some love.
She rubbed over the silk, her hard nipples begging to be pinched. She arched her back and moaned softly. She leaned down and licked her nipples, pulling her breasts up over the fabric. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out his cock and began to stroke.
She noticed and grabbed the dildo, moving it to her mouth. She sucked on it, twisting it, sliding it in and out. Her right hand was rubbing her purple panties until a wet spot formed. Wet enough, she rubbed the toy over her panties, using it to push her panties inside her. He watched every movement, and she was stroking at his steadily building pace.
He moved the chair even closer as she slipped the dildo under the panties and into her wet pussy. From his new position he could hear the toy sliding in and her wet lips closing around it, parting for it.
Two hands between her legs: one on her clit, one on the toy. He was rubbing faster so she stroked harder. Her hips were off the bed now, fucking herself hard. He watched, he listened, he stroked. He was going to cum.
The first words spoken between them were hers. "Get over here. Cumming. I'm cumming." He moved to the bed. "Fuck me."
She pulled the toy out and grabbed him. He quickly positioned himself on top of her, moved her panties to the side and thrust his nearly-cumming cock into her already cumming pussy. Her body rocked against him, her fingers dug into his back as he pounded her hard. It wasn't long before they were both cumming. He was so deep inside of her. He collapsed on her and kissed her with such force, such passion.
They lay there, catching their breath until she was ready again. Not long for her; she was already ready when he was around. She began rubbing again, and he joined in. His fingers felt amazing on her still-wet pussy. He moved between her legs and licked her panties, tasting her cum. He sucked her clit over her panties. He slipped two fingers inside her as he sucked her. She came again, many more times. He loved the way she tasted, he loved her smell. She knew that, and knew he had to be ready again.
"My turn!" She pulled back and told him to lie down. She took his cock gently in her hand and stroked slowly until he was fully hard again. She wrapped her lips around him and gradually worked her way down, down, down until she felt his full length in her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat, his balls against her lips. She swirled her tongue as she bobbed up and down on him. She could taste the first drops of cum and knew it wouldn't be long before more would be shooting into her. She mixed it up, going fast until he was at the edge, then slowing again. Teasing him, making him wait for it.
"Move over here." Finally, his first words. But he wouldn't be able to talk again for a while because now his tongue was deep in her pussy. She always loved the traditional top-bottom 69 (as opposed to lying beside each other). Her body angled down sucking him meant that his tongue entered her at a different angle. And that angle led to amazing orgasms. Continual orgasms. Overwhelming orgasms. She was moaning, the vibrations of the moans ricocheting through his cock. He moaned against her. With her lips closed so firmly around him, she could feel the cum working its way up to the tip, knew he was about to cum, that she couldn't tease him anymore.
She sucked faster, harder. He was cumming! She gently sucked now, not too much pressure against his sensitive cock. And even as he was cumming, he was still tonguing her. Her pussy so wet, dripping juices down onto his face as she swallowed him.
They lay quietly again, his arm under her, her hand trailing over his chest. When she'd see those final drops of cum escaping, she'd reach down for them, scoop them up onto her finger and taste him again.
She kissed his chest, his neck, leaned up to kiss his cheek. He turned his head and they kissed fully on the mouth. She could taste her cum on his lips which made her need intensify.
She straddled him, kissing him deeply as she positioned her pussy directly over his cock. She felt him hardening against her yet again. He reached down to pull her panties to the side as he guided his cock into her. She lowered her hips and rocked gently as their kissing continued.
She loved his kisses, but she had to pull back. She sat up and rode him fast and hard. Her full tits were bouncing in her negligee, and she released one, grabbing it, sucking it, licking it. Watching her play with her tits, he grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy down hard against him. He thrust up into her, cumming again. He felt his cum shooting into her, then sliding back out onto him, soaking him.
She lay beside him again, and they both drifted off to sleep. He hated to do it, but he had to awaken her an hour later. "Honey, we have reservations at The Inn at 8. We should start getting ready."
She smiled. "Can we change that to 9? I'm not done with you yet!"
They had both been excited about their reservations and looked forward to them for weeks, but neither was too disappointed when they never made it to the restaurant.
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