Dreamtime

I'd been inside her for around a quarter of an hour and was in the mood for a break; she only comes up to my shoulders so to stay inside her and nurse her as she wants at the same time takes some contorsions on my part. Well, whatever makes her happy. It just that sometimes it’s nicer to let her do the driving. I glided off the edge of the bed and nestled my face on my forearms. What a lazy fucker I can be at times, with my arse so sweetly passive in front of my wonderful biting woman.

Drift off onto the floor, leaving my source of attention in front of her: hetero man wants it in the arse from his wife. Good. Certainly, the pleasure of feeling yourself tight and full is one thing, being able to relax with your wife and let the uninhibited sun shine in to your lovemaking together is something else. Eyes smiling to themselves out over the parquet as I waited for her. Pulling my legs back, belly clenching my attention to my arse. Tightening myself towards her mouth, waiting patiently for the first strokes of her tongue on my rosette. Cheekily flexing it for her, push-puckering it out and back.

She’s fingertipping me well, relaxing me onto the floor as I spread for her. A big slient smile crawls over my face.

Your hands. Cup and squeeze, kneading-fingers stretch and clutch. Fuckyes, drag my balls back for a kiss, heft them forwards to get your mouth in close. Joined to you like this, I’m so relaxed I can scarcely keep my erection. Your mouth, wide enough to trap me with her teeth, your bites scooting over me, some gentle, others not so. Thigh and back and bottom and back, me twitching under the pain, flexing under the pleasure. Where will your tongue appear first? Wet patch, wet slick, wet spit blown right up me. Fingertip press and twist. Circle my circle. Saliva round, flicked over balls and cock, now rising, now closing on my tonguefuck hole, so perfectly sized for your mouth, my dear. Swirlslurp. Flick down and in, teasing me aroused. Drawl-dabbing a circle around me, steadily joining up the patches of saliva that ring my righteous pink arsehole, drawing tighter and closer as I roll myself against your face.

I can hear her drooling over it, fellating the silicone. So gorgeously-messy, she knows how much love to hear the sound of her lubing up. Dabpress and drag over, while a plume of warm saliva makes its vertical trip over my muscleclutch. A cooling tip of wet, slowly pulled down over me. And the pressure. And the smoothness, onto my smooth pink soon-to-be-clenching ring. Clutch-relaxing to feel the snub, wanting to draw it in over its diameter and feel its snug unnaturalness fill me up. She illustrates with her tongue, as if I hadn’t guessed what I should be doing now: slyly forcing its way down into me, forcing me to open up. And now I can feel it starting to press into me.

Snub onto ring, smooth blunt purple onto wet pink muscle, dilating. Slipgrasping it, grabbing it deeper, working me wider. Subtle discomfort, smooth stretching tension widening me up. Widening me up until I climb over the top of my polymer guest and clench it firmly into me. Chuckling as she starts to play with me, turning it round (Just to check it’s properly in!) then slowly pulling it out: wide and slack, wide and slack. Twisting, bobbing it around; what to call this, microbuggery?

Her playing slackens off, looks like she’s satisfied with me. Now she’s pulling me back onto the bed, dragging my shoulders off the floor.

‘Come back, I’m ready for you again’ she says, as she pushes my face down once more onto her breasts.