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her neck and then smelling her underarms. “And I love your sweat and your funk. Your natural scent turns me on.”
Lang playfully tried to wrestle herself out of his clutches, but it was futile. Sean just squeezed her tighter until she stopped struggling. He flicked his tongue up and down her right nipple through her thin T-shirt. Then he circled the outline of her areola. Lang moaned and lifted up her T-shirt. Sean shook his head and pulled it back down. He sucked thirstily on her breast through her light cotton fabric, creating a big wet round spot and leaving her T-shirt translucent. He stopped sucking only to blow his cool breath over her full, ripe breast, causing her nipple to harden even more.
“You still tryna get away from me?” Sean asked.
“Uh-uh,” Lang answered with her eyes closed. “But lemme take off my T-shirt, please, baby.”
“No,” Sean said, now sucking on her left breast and gripping his wife between her legs. With the ball of his hand he rubbed firmly against her clitoris. Lang tried to move his hand inside her shorts, but Sean resisted.
“Be patient,” he whispered.
“I can’t. This is torture.”
Sean stopped fondling her and looked at his wife sideways. “No. Torture would be if I let your hot ass marinate on this couch till I got back from a pickup game.”
“Don’t even play like that,” Lang pleaded in a breathy voice. “I can’t take it.”
Sean lifted his wife off him and took a seat in one of the dark chocolate leather chairs across from the couch.
“Baby, you can’t be serious,” Lang said, frustrated. “How you gonna stroke the kitten and leave her purring by her lonesome?”
“Lang, can’t you just relax for two minutes and let me do this?” Sean asked, annoyed. “You’re in such a rush to get undressed—just take all your damn clothes off then.”
Lang lifted her eyebrows, smirked, and did just that.
Try as he might, Sean could only remain so angry with a naked Mrs. Rogers. “Now lie down on the couch,” Sean commanded. “If you wanna take charge so badly, I’m gonna sit back and watch you make your own self come.”
Langston lay back down on the sofa, fully stretched and spread out. She rubbed up and down her inner thighs. Then she lightly fingered herself, stroking her outer lips, her inner lips, her clitoris, never taking her eyes off her husband.
Next Lang slowly slid her fingers in and out of herself, moaning. She then sucked on her fingers and played with her breasts, squeezing her nipples and lifting each one to meet her moist tongue. The sight of her husband’s visibly growing erection excited her. Sean stroked his own hardness as Lang crawled naked on all fours over to him.
“What are you doing, Lang?” Sean asked. “You’re not done yet. Why are you so damn hardheaded? Mmmm, and so damn sexy.”
“I need to taste you,” Lang growled. “I need to taste you right now.”
Lang slid her husband’s shorts down and swallowed him whole.
Sean groaned and palmed the back of her head.
Lang sucked greedily, taking him in inch by inch until her lips pressed up firmly against his base.
“Oh, shit,” Sean moaned. The pleasurable sensation of his throbbing piece fitting down his wife’s tight throat never ceased to thrill him. Each time was better than the last. She loved to give her all to everything she did. And this was no exception.
Lang slowly slid her husband out of her mouth and straddled him. She gyrated and maneuvered her hips as Sean thrust deeper and deeper inside her until he finally released himself completely. He came, but she didn’t, and that was perfectly fine with Lang. The ecstasy of the act itself had been enough for her…for now. She got off on the thrill of the buildup. It just meant that the next time she would explode violently. She collapsed on her husband’s chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down to its normal, steady thump.
She lay there thinking about the rest of her afternoon. If she hopped
Lang playfully tried to wrestle herself out of his clutches, but it was futile. Sean just squeezed her tighter until she stopped struggling. He flicked his tongue up and down her right nipple through her thin T-shirt. Then he circled the outline of her areola. Lang moaned and lifted up her T-shirt. Sean shook his head and pulled it back down. He sucked thirstily on her breast through her light cotton fabric, creating a big wet round spot and leaving her T-shirt translucent. He stopped sucking only to blow his cool breath over her full, ripe breast, causing her nipple to harden even more.
“You still tryna get away from me?” Sean asked.
“Uh-uh,” Lang answered with her eyes closed. “But lemme take off my T-shirt, please, baby.”
“No,” Sean said, now sucking on her left breast and gripping his wife between her legs. With the ball of his hand he rubbed firmly against her clitoris. Lang tried to move his hand inside her shorts, but Sean resisted.
“Be patient,” he whispered.
“I can’t. This is torture.”
Sean stopped fondling her and looked at his wife sideways. “No. Torture would be if I let your hot ass marinate on this couch till I got back from a pickup game.”
“Don’t even play like that,” Lang pleaded in a breathy voice. “I can’t take it.”
Sean lifted his wife off him and took a seat in one of the dark chocolate leather chairs across from the couch.
“Baby, you can’t be serious,” Lang said, frustrated. “How you gonna stroke the kitten and leave her purring by her lonesome?”
“Lang, can’t you just relax for two minutes and let me do this?” Sean asked, annoyed. “You’re in such a rush to get undressed—just take all your damn clothes off then.”
Lang lifted her eyebrows, smirked, and did just that.
Try as he might, Sean could only remain so angry with a naked Mrs. Rogers. “Now lie down on the couch,” Sean commanded. “If you wanna take charge so badly, I’m gonna sit back and watch you make your own self come.”
Langston lay back down on the sofa, fully stretched and spread out. She rubbed up and down her inner thighs. Then she lightly fingered herself, stroking her outer lips, her inner lips, her clitoris, never taking her eyes off her husband.
Next Lang slowly slid her fingers in and out of herself, moaning. She then sucked on her fingers and played with her breasts, squeezing her nipples and lifting each one to meet her moist tongue. The sight of her husband’s visibly growing erection excited her. Sean stroked his own hardness as Lang crawled naked on all fours over to him.
“What are you doing, Lang?” Sean asked. “You’re not done yet. Why are you so damn hardheaded? Mmmm, and so damn sexy.”
“I need to taste you,” Lang growled. “I need to taste you right now.”
Lang slid her husband’s shorts down and swallowed him whole.
Sean groaned and palmed the back of her head.
Lang sucked greedily, taking him in inch by inch until her lips pressed up firmly against his base.
“Oh, shit,” Sean moaned. The pleasurable sensation of his throbbing piece fitting down his wife’s tight throat never ceased to thrill him. Each time was better than the last. She loved to give her all to everything she did. And this was no exception.
Lang slowly slid her husband out of her mouth and straddled him. She gyrated and maneuvered her hips as Sean thrust deeper and deeper inside her until he finally released himself completely. He came, but she didn’t, and that was perfectly fine with Lang. The ecstasy of the act itself had been enough for her…for now. She got off on the thrill of the buildup. It just meant that the next time she would explode violently. She collapsed on her husband’s chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down to its normal, steady thump.
She lay there thinking about the rest of her afternoon. If she hopped
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