Morning lust (Part 4)

15.07.2012 | By: Miriam

Bob takes Miriam in private in the kitchen this time. Yes, the perfect start of the day.

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I wake up on a big, unknown bed with dark blue bedding. I feel a light hand on my stomach, I hear quiet breathing, I smell almonds and when I open my eyes I see a waterfall of red hair in picturesque contrast with the dark, dull colour of the bedclothes. The richness of sensual stimuli is completed by the feeling of fulfilment which is slowly growing into a wish for, and some other feeling... What is it?

The feeling that someone’s watching you. I open my eyes and lean on my elbows. Bob is leisurely leaning against the frame of the door to his bedroom with a big cup of coffee in his hands. He lifts his eyebrow in a charming way and points at the cup: “Do you want some as well?”

I nod and remove Ariana’s hand from my stomach. I put on one of Bob’s shirts which is hanging over a chair.

Coffee that’s still warm waits for me in the kitchen. Bob is obviously enjoying the sight of a blonde with messed up hair in his shirt as she’s drinking his coffee with bleary eyes and is pacing on the cold floor in his kitchen.

”Did you sleep well,” he asks when I finally put the cup on the counter. I nod and yawn and stretch like it was on purpose. The shirt is lifting up and revealing my pussy, which is still purring from last night’s pleasures.

”Good,” he say decisively and lowers his seductive voice even more. “Because I think we have some unfinished business.”

»”Can I brush my teeth,” I ask but he’s already by me, embracing me from behind, slipping one hand under my shirt and starting to play with my nipples. Moaning, I turn my head around towards him and he kisses me deeply, warmly and slightly roughly without hesitation. “Coffee cake,” he mumbles into my lips and starts kissing my neck. When I start losing myself in the tenderness, he pushes me towards the counter somewhat roughly and spreads my legs. When I realise that I’ll finally feel his nice, fat organ inside me, I get instantly moist and my knees buckle from the weight of sweet expectation.

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Bob doesn’t test me with his fingers. He’s inside me with one thrust. We both scream slightly. I squeeze my vaginal muscles from happy pleasure, so that the contact is even closer and the tension even greater. We remain still for a few moments, then I can’t take it anymore and move my hips in a circle, but Bob stops me with delight and starts thrusting into me very slowly. He hits the spot every time, but it’s so slow that I begin losing my mind.

”Bob, please,” I gasp and try to move my hips which are firmly held by his velvety rough hands.
”Wait,” he commands and one of his hands slips forward, slowly across the Venus mound, between the labia and he circles across the clitoris gently a few times. Then he stops and maintains only the pressure.
I can’t take it anymore, I start contracting my vaginal muscles in frustration, I imagine them creating a whirlpool around his sweet and torturing organ which doesn’t seem to want to move inside me. Bob thrusts deeply but still slowly inside me and that’s when my eyes become foggy and the orgasm overflows my entire body like a white light with the epicentre in the whirlpool of vaginal muscles and Bob’s cock.

Faster, Bob thrusts into my orgasm a few times more, then stops and his body also starts to contract, but it’s a lot more controlled than with me.

The screams woke up Ariana, who looks at us playfully and not at all sleepily from behind her cup of coffee. “Good morning.”