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Nocturnal Affairs©

Two codependents unwinding at the end of yet another fraught day.
Domestic partners dally at their pleasures for nigh of an hour, two writhing tongues wrestling in the noir of night.
Desquamating the construction of constricting layers of habiliment like prudish shackles that plagued her so.
Unfastening brazier and unclasping garter from corset, peeling back fishnet like banana.
Daring to denude her sodden undergarments unleashing her Okeanos. Yanking cocktail dress over bum, inlet
enabled exposing both of your holes; which shall you choose?
Her perfectly shaven kitty evinced, juicy and puckered for his entrance and I can tell by the strength of his cock that pressed me strong and hard that this was going to be a long night. Exigent obelisk prognosticating the opportunity to romp in my lush island one again.
One firm shove, and large hardness is buried, beyond control of will.
Firmly smacking buttock buccal.
Counting out boisterously each slap, pain increasing with every graduated digit of the numerical scale.
The force of his well-endowed pummellance rocking the vestibule table beneath them chaotically as she bounced from side to side in his lap.
Carpus to her heels he ejaculates into her rectum misbehavior long overdue.
Carried by winds of mystic portents, silvery moonbeams pass through the boudoir window like a ghost, eerily phosphoresce displaying the naked charm of his pendulous pole hanging heavily.
It’s attendance required.
Bent over groping testicles, pressure building between her gilds.
She molded to the stiff hierarchy of his enterprise like pliant clay.
Accrual crammed into pried stems his poignant guest stabbing fiercely.
A stern thrash of her defiant lair until they reached their destination and pass out in defeat.
When the raunchy deed is completed he laid his head on her thudding chest exhaustively.
She felt him go limp inside her secluded grove and they parlayed.
Commemorating climax.
Gentle groans and hoarse squelching besieging thought like after dark marauders burning the midnight oil.
Capping off night.
Bed ridden & totally unstrung by passion into early evening; you amuse tearfully
tossing in agony, limbs, exhausted by their labor.
They retire for a little R and R.
Written by MotDi (ConcubinaSumisa)
Published | Edited 6th Aug 2016
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