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The scintillations in my chest and stomach beat like my pulse. The ones that make me feel like: “Sink your teeth into this woman and make her beauty and body yours!”
My teeth went into the velvety soft and vulnerable undersides of her ass. That sensitive place where the round cheek meets her sexy-developed upper thigh. Kristina gasped and I closed my jaws tighter still. She cried out with her mellow alto sexvoice and said she loved the feeling. My hands moved over her inner thighs too, just… feeling them, satiating and building my desire at the same time joined with what my mouth felt. That’s a huge and basic need out there. To mutually desire to feel someone and be felt, erotically or otherwise.

My lust took control of what my fingernails did. Dug them in. Scraped inwards toward her pussy. I remember catching her scent, that rich, makes-my-mouth-water-and-penis-grow tinge in the air. I released Kristina’s ass and flattened my tongue over the space between her fuzzy triangle of red hair and her leg, and breathed gently, pulling my tongue up over her skin, over her round hard viola-hip, and turned her on her belly. My mouth just kept the wet flowing. I can’t get enough of the taste of this woman. She eats right, and that helps a lot. And, how soft her skin was against my tongue. Feeling and taste engaged simultaneously. Flavor? Just a pinch of sea salt with a tiny dash of… her.

I licked her shapely ass everywhere and up over her sacrum. My slippery thick saliva was left behind and made it cool to the skin for my hands to come along behind and swirl more caresses. I intended to lose myself in her with as many of my six senses as I could. Sometimes forcing myself to keep my eyes open to stare in heat at the curves lain on the banquet-bed before me. Up her back i went with my tongue. My mouth would not stop salivating, making it nice and slick for her, combined with my warm breath puffing out against her skin. When I arrived there, I licked her shaved-smooth underarms in long strokes. I wanted as rich a flavor of her body as I could get. My cock was dripping. I felt the clear threads landing on my inner thigh and going crisp and cold quickly in the cool of the room.

Kristina is in touch with her love for touch combined with a beloved cock inside her.  My hands moving over her back and legs, flat and curvy belly, wherever they can reach. Combining her need for touch with her need for sex. She said later how often we separate the two, or leave touch out altogether. I grabbed a condom, the thicker one, so I would last longer inside her very strong and lush pussy, then rolled it down while watching her, watch me. Prepared, I applied some water-based lubricant to my cock and moved in-between her thighs. My underwear model brought her knees up to her full round breasts once more and kept watching me, this time push all the way into her beautiful body. Then slow-fuck her so her vagina could tent; could get used to my size. Vaginal tenting is when the uterus is pulled up and back to make more room for the penis. It’s a gradual shift that happens as she gets and stays turned on.

I let my pelvis thud into hers, my glans mash against the sensitive back wall of her pussy and watched her make fast little circles over her clit.  I stared down at her like a construction worker does at women with amazing bodies passing by. Kristina’s eyes were staring off into space. Maybe at my stomach, maybe at nothing, then they’d close again and her jaw would relax. Her cunt would soak itself here and there and I raised my speed and impact against her slightly so there was a light slap when our bodies came together. And she wouldn’t stop rubbing her hard clitoris. Her beautiful hair was disheveled, her pretty mouth still ajar. The espression was an uncommon one. Women are sometimes worried about not mussing their makeup during sex, so they don’t go to the place Kristina was: a mess. She was a fucking mess. And that mess, that fucked-chaos of pleasured-woman is one of the hottest most visceral beings on this planet.

Her cunt, relaxed and gaping now, sucked my dick like an addict.  Squishing sounds filled the air along with her feminine musk. I felt and heard my balls make a wet slaps against her ass, adding to the thudding I gave her. Her warm juices soaked them like they did that morning. When her orgasm rolled through her, Kristina's photogenic eyes rolled back and she groaned almost like she was in pain. It was one of those deep, heaving comes women have when her powerful uterus is contorting from the super-pleasure inside her center and down within her exploding clitoris. She kept rubbing and I kept pounding against her depths. My load was secure. I could breathe like a sprinter and fuck her besotted sex organ as long as she wanted, and then as long as I wanted.

-Fin

Hello all. I often utilize my blog to write, with each lover's permission,
on the sex I'm having in real-life. I do so of course for the sultry
entertainment value and also to show the kind of sex I am having and
doing. Ever wondered if a sex educator or therapist could live up to
what they preach? Well, I have. My intention is for it to teach and
illuminate as much as titilate. Imagine yourself feeling and co-creating with your
partner the things in this blog. If you find yourself needing to learn
how to make these things happen for real, I welcome you to schedule a
talk-teaching or sex coaching session with me. Enjoy to the fullest.
-E.A

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