reached her pussy, she took up where Aden left off, only with more hungrily desperate moves. She trapped her clit and lips in a tight V of her fingers and fiercely smoothed them. She flipped her hips and hair from side to side, continuing to please her body, with her back against the wallâeyes closed.
Aden couldnât get down to his car fast enough. Yanni chuckled as she watched him slip and slide, like the long-lost fourth Black Stooge, down the grassy rain-slicked incline of her front lawn, hustling his way across the freshly muddied walkway, every now and then doing a little James Brown move, in his âway too nice for the rainâ boots. He finally made it back to the porch.
Aden carried the bench with ease. When he returned, they shared a beautifully odd and silent moment, pregnant with possibility.
She was still giggling as they climbed the stairs to her artsy loft, but things turned serious once he revealed the unusual bench.
âThe benchâ¦â He winked.
âOoh,â she sighed, easing her smooth feet back into her fluffy feather-trimmed white high-heeled slippers.
The intricately inlaid legs of the bench were adjusted to have a slight incline and a space below that was just large enough to accommodate another body. Cut in the center, the top had a long boat-shaped hole the size of a generous piece of pie. It reminded Yanni of an ornately carved wooden tricycle with adjustable legs instead of wheels. The handlebar ends were padded with pastel blue-green velvet grips. Just imagining how it would be used made her sigh steam.
âIâm going to take you on ride, youâll never forget.â
With Yanniâs highly skilled assistance, Aden undressed. He walked to the window to enjoy the sight and sound of the rain, beating down much harder, joining a powerful wind that
was bullying the leathery leaves and branches of a row of old eucalyptus nearby. Other than the flame of a single candle, the lavender-blue light from her window was the only light in the room. The candlelight enhanced each sweat bead, dip, and dimple on their bodies, polishing the dresser tops and hardwood floor with shimmering pale gold.
âReady?â she clipped impatiently, straddling the low bench. He walked back to her.
âI was told by the artist that a woman can intensify the already powerful sensation by pulling back her lower lips, before she sits.â Yanni pinned back her thick outer lips and squatted back down onto the bench, easing her burning cunt into the diamond-shaped cutout. The wood nearest the hole had been tooled and sanded to a surprising comfort.
âOoh, that feels incredible,â she purred. âSo, now what?â
âJust hold on and enjoy, baby.â
Aden opened his small dark green overnight case and pulled out a bottle of black cherry-flavored lubricant.
He said, âIâm going to start with my hands, so I can have the pleasure of seeing your face twist, and your body twitch, while I proceed to Fuck! You! Up!â
He began by delicately ice-skating with his fingertips, into and away from her clit. Every time she started to lose it, heâd slow down to a crawl, or distract her with other exotic toysâa naughty ivory silk scarf from Paris, decorated with a thousand black, maroon, and golden-brown dicksâa powerful miniature finger vibe from China that looked and waggled like a human tongue. Aden applied soft maddening strokes from a large antique bamboo calligraphy brush and gently kneaded her most sensitive flesh with an obsidian stone that he had warmed. He used his strong skillful tongue to give her an encore.
âSssssssssâ¦â she winced. âAden?â
âYes, maâam?â He pulled his head out from under the bench and looked directly into her eyes, still busily attending her gulping pussy with his circling palm. She admired the tapestry of veins and the hard pulse of his penis, in the rapidly fading last light of
Aden couldnât get down to his car fast enough. Yanni chuckled as she watched him slip and slide, like the long-lost fourth Black Stooge, down the grassy rain-slicked incline of her front lawn, hustling his way across the freshly muddied walkway, every now and then doing a little James Brown move, in his âway too nice for the rainâ boots. He finally made it back to the porch.
Aden carried the bench with ease. When he returned, they shared a beautifully odd and silent moment, pregnant with possibility.
She was still giggling as they climbed the stairs to her artsy loft, but things turned serious once he revealed the unusual bench.
âThe benchâ¦â He winked.
âOoh,â she sighed, easing her smooth feet back into her fluffy feather-trimmed white high-heeled slippers.
The intricately inlaid legs of the bench were adjusted to have a slight incline and a space below that was just large enough to accommodate another body. Cut in the center, the top had a long boat-shaped hole the size of a generous piece of pie. It reminded Yanni of an ornately carved wooden tricycle with adjustable legs instead of wheels. The handlebar ends were padded with pastel blue-green velvet grips. Just imagining how it would be used made her sigh steam.
âIâm going to take you on ride, youâll never forget.â
With Yanniâs highly skilled assistance, Aden undressed. He walked to the window to enjoy the sight and sound of the rain, beating down much harder, joining a powerful wind that
was bullying the leathery leaves and branches of a row of old eucalyptus nearby. Other than the flame of a single candle, the lavender-blue light from her window was the only light in the room. The candlelight enhanced each sweat bead, dip, and dimple on their bodies, polishing the dresser tops and hardwood floor with shimmering pale gold.
âReady?â she clipped impatiently, straddling the low bench. He walked back to her.
âI was told by the artist that a woman can intensify the already powerful sensation by pulling back her lower lips, before she sits.â Yanni pinned back her thick outer lips and squatted back down onto the bench, easing her burning cunt into the diamond-shaped cutout. The wood nearest the hole had been tooled and sanded to a surprising comfort.
âOoh, that feels incredible,â she purred. âSo, now what?â
âJust hold on and enjoy, baby.â
Aden opened his small dark green overnight case and pulled out a bottle of black cherry-flavored lubricant.
He said, âIâm going to start with my hands, so I can have the pleasure of seeing your face twist, and your body twitch, while I proceed to Fuck! You! Up!â
He began by delicately ice-skating with his fingertips, into and away from her clit. Every time she started to lose it, heâd slow down to a crawl, or distract her with other exotic toysâa naughty ivory silk scarf from Paris, decorated with a thousand black, maroon, and golden-brown dicksâa powerful miniature finger vibe from China that looked and waggled like a human tongue. Aden applied soft maddening strokes from a large antique bamboo calligraphy brush and gently kneaded her most sensitive flesh with an obsidian stone that he had warmed. He used his strong skillful tongue to give her an encore.
âSssssssssâ¦â she winced. âAden?â
âYes, maâam?â He pulled his head out from under the bench and looked directly into her eyes, still busily attending her gulping pussy with his circling palm. She admired the tapestry of veins and the hard pulse of his penis, in the rapidly fading last light of
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