Thirty Minutes Before You

    I got home about thirty minutes before you. I sat on the edge of the hot tub with my feet in sipping champagne waiting for you. Your sexy appearance in a black velvet bikini really got my attention. So gorgeous. Your top barely covered sexy breasts, with nipples hard like pencil erasers. Bottoms that aroused me to no end, I mean bootyfull. With wordless moans our tongue wrestling kisses drove us both wild, as if possessed by lessons under spontaneous taboo (L.U.S.T.). Once laid back and relaxed I begin to feast on your sexy honypot. A swirlling tongue churns all of your erogenous zones into overdrive. Instinctively, you heave shapely hips rotating and mashing all over face begging to keep going and "Don't Stop". Lusty fire passes through you as I grab you tightly around beautiful thighs and burrow deeper into gorgeous you. As I probe, lap and suck I draw your clit between my lips and pound it with the tongues tip. With your whole body twitching you came. Body locking tight then letting go shuddering and moaning reducing you to bliss. And while we slept through the night, I woke thirty minutes before you.



                                 Sir Lancelott