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"The sheets are white, the blanket is black"

 

"The Sheets are White, the Blanket is Black"

The sheets are white, the blanket is black. A dim candlelight is cast upon her soft skin as she lay there naked, her plump breasts exposed and her dark hair sprawling about her head like a crown of black roses.

He approaches, crawling on top of her; the perfume she's wearing is intoxicating. Her eyes are green and intense, the windows where he sees her storm; he stares into them for a moment as he slowly moves in to kiss her lips. They kiss and bite each other with a burning passion as the tension builds.

He moves his lips down her neck to her breasts. His tongue dances around her hard nipples. She moans as he grabs them and covers them with his spit. His dick is pulsing with blood in anticipation of going inside of her.

He traces a line down her body with his tongue, stopping at her pussy. He buries his face in it and puts his fingers inside while he licks every inch of her lips; she clenches his hair in her fist as she explodes in pleasure, finishing for the first time.

Fully hard, he slowly puts his dick into her dripping wet pussy; it feels amazing and he wants more. Their bodies are now connected, a single body of pleasure and emotion. In and out, and in and out, at different angles and depths until again, she explodes. They are a singular tangled mess; their sweat mixing as their bodies touch.

He slides his fingertips down the soft skin on her back to her hips as he bends her over and slowly penetrates her again. Her ass smacks his hips as he gradually increases the pace. His body is vascular and flushed as he nears his peak, then it happens. She feels him pulsating as a floodgate of tension and pleasure opens inside of her; she loves it. He slowly pulls it out, leaving all of his cum inside.

He has emptied all of his pleasure and emotion into her; his body is exhausted. Being finished, they lay down in exhaustion and satisfaction. Her skin is flushed in the dim candlelight, her eyes are green, her dark hair falls into a perfect mess, the sheets are white, the blanket is black.
Written by Cujo (John W)
Published | Edited 12th Sep 2017
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