I take off my clothes and make it last, while you watch. Full-length closet mirrors reflect us. Your hand motions cause a few drops appear, so I back to the bed and slide down a hot spear.
Both your hands squeeze my breasts and nipples, but I free one to play in curly, moist hair. Press it hard against me while moving. Sensations are building and I whisper now so I can kneel on the bed. Those first slow thrusts from behind take me over the edge and I cry out. You continue a rhythmic slide in and out, then gasp while pumping. Finally slowing, then holding me in your arms while we roll onto our sides, exhausted.
Location: Stone Mtn-ish
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