smile spread across Grant’s lips.
“So where do you want me to kiss you?” she asked, her beautiful body illuminated by the mild glow of the streetlights trickling through the bedroom blinds.
He knew where he wanted her to kiss him, but he didn’t want to be too forward. As he hesitated, Kamara crawled over to him and began to unfasten his jeans. Propping himself up with his hands, he lifted himself so that she could remove them. With his eager erection straining at the fabric of his boxers, he watched as she lowered her face to his waistband, tugging at it with her teeth. When she unleashed his manhood into the darkness of the room, he closed his eyes, leaning back. He could feel her envelop the head in her warm, wet mouth, massaging the length of his shaft with her hand. Patiently, she ran her tonguealong the length of his erection. He had not been this hard in a long time, and he wanted only for her to take her time—bottle be damned.
Once he could feel the buzzing glow of an orgasm collecting between his legs, he stopped her. There was only one thing he wanted more than to cum and that was to return the favor.
Pulling himself away from her, he leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips, rejoicing as her tongue met his. As he placed the palm of his hand along the side of her face, just beneath her flowing hair, he whispered for her to lie down.
Kamara lay down, lifting her hips from the floor so that he could remove her jeans and panties. Even in the darkness, Grant could see that she had trimmed her hair down low. Gently he tugged at her outer lips, allowing the hood to slide gracefully over her pearl. He continued this for a moment, drawing as much excitement to that area as he could, before he lowered his face and allowed himself to taste her. The salty-sweetness of her moist flesh invited him to run his tongue along the length of her vulva and into her vagina, before returning to her clit, careful not to put too much pressure on her sensitivity. As she began to rock herself against his face, he moved with her rhythm, matching her beat for beat.
He could feel her contracting against his chin as her legs tensed. He looked up, hoping to make out her facial expression in the dim light. All he could see was her head lean forward and then tilt back, her face lifted toward the ceiling. As she shook her head, moaning from the sensation, Grant began to massage his erection as it returned to its full glory.
Taking him in her mouth once again, Kamara began to massage his balls with her fingertips. Lifting her head to face him, she asked, “Are you ready for this?”
Grant nodded, his smile bright, even in the darkness. “Hell, yes!”
As he approached her, she lifted one leg high, holding it up near her ear.
“Damn, you’re flexible,” he said, positioning himself over her.
She smiled.
He entered her slowly, savoring every inch of his manhood entering her soaking wet walls. His triceps tightened as he held himself above her, allowing her to rock back and forth into him. As she enveloped and released him, he cursed himself silently for having never made a move on her before tonight.
Slowly, Kamara began to lower her leg onto Grant’s shoulder, lifting her other leg onto his other shoulder. He cupped her soft, round ass in his palms and began to raise and lower her body so that he entered her in repetition.
“You feel so good,” he uttered.
“Say that shit again. This time louder,” she said, surprising him.
“You feel so good!”
“Yeah, baby,” she responded, stretching out her legs. “I want you to hit it from the back, G.”
Not wanting to lose a moment of her warmth massaging him, he lowered one of her legs and grabbed the other, turning her slowly onto her stomach. As she began to work her way to her knees, he ran his hands along her side, gradually resting them on her full hips. As she rocked back into him, he plowed into her until he heard her gasp.
“Fuck me,” she moaned,
“So where do you want me to kiss you?” she asked, her beautiful body illuminated by the mild glow of the streetlights trickling through the bedroom blinds.
He knew where he wanted her to kiss him, but he didn’t want to be too forward. As he hesitated, Kamara crawled over to him and began to unfasten his jeans. Propping himself up with his hands, he lifted himself so that she could remove them. With his eager erection straining at the fabric of his boxers, he watched as she lowered her face to his waistband, tugging at it with her teeth. When she unleashed his manhood into the darkness of the room, he closed his eyes, leaning back. He could feel her envelop the head in her warm, wet mouth, massaging the length of his shaft with her hand. Patiently, she ran her tonguealong the length of his erection. He had not been this hard in a long time, and he wanted only for her to take her time—bottle be damned.
Once he could feel the buzzing glow of an orgasm collecting between his legs, he stopped her. There was only one thing he wanted more than to cum and that was to return the favor.
Pulling himself away from her, he leaned over and kissed her passionately on the lips, rejoicing as her tongue met his. As he placed the palm of his hand along the side of her face, just beneath her flowing hair, he whispered for her to lie down.
Kamara lay down, lifting her hips from the floor so that he could remove her jeans and panties. Even in the darkness, Grant could see that she had trimmed her hair down low. Gently he tugged at her outer lips, allowing the hood to slide gracefully over her pearl. He continued this for a moment, drawing as much excitement to that area as he could, before he lowered his face and allowed himself to taste her. The salty-sweetness of her moist flesh invited him to run his tongue along the length of her vulva and into her vagina, before returning to her clit, careful not to put too much pressure on her sensitivity. As she began to rock herself against his face, he moved with her rhythm, matching her beat for beat.
He could feel her contracting against his chin as her legs tensed. He looked up, hoping to make out her facial expression in the dim light. All he could see was her head lean forward and then tilt back, her face lifted toward the ceiling. As she shook her head, moaning from the sensation, Grant began to massage his erection as it returned to its full glory.
Taking him in her mouth once again, Kamara began to massage his balls with her fingertips. Lifting her head to face him, she asked, “Are you ready for this?”
Grant nodded, his smile bright, even in the darkness. “Hell, yes!”
As he approached her, she lifted one leg high, holding it up near her ear.
“Damn, you’re flexible,” he said, positioning himself over her.
She smiled.
He entered her slowly, savoring every inch of his manhood entering her soaking wet walls. His triceps tightened as he held himself above her, allowing her to rock back and forth into him. As she enveloped and released him, he cursed himself silently for having never made a move on her before tonight.
Slowly, Kamara began to lower her leg onto Grant’s shoulder, lifting her other leg onto his other shoulder. He cupped her soft, round ass in his palms and began to raise and lower her body so that he entered her in repetition.
“You feel so good,” he uttered.
“Say that shit again. This time louder,” she said, surprising him.
“You feel so good!”
“Yeah, baby,” she responded, stretching out her legs. “I want you to hit it from the back, G.”
Not wanting to lose a moment of her warmth massaging him, he lowered one of her legs and grabbed the other, turning her slowly onto her stomach. As she began to work her way to her knees, he ran his hands along her side, gradually resting them on her full hips. As she rocked back into him, he plowed into her until he heard her gasp.
“Fuck me,” she moaned,
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