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Doing Dishes
KRISHNA'was washing dishes again. KRISHNA feel like that's all KRISHNA do, all day long...but KRISHNA love every moment of it. KRISHNA barely get started on a sink full before KRISHNA start letting his mind wander to one of his favorite fantasies. KRISHNA check the clock and sigh a little...Bhama should be home soon. The thought of that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his heart beat a little faster. For months, KRISHNA've thought about what it might be like for Bhama to come home to him. The time is finally here and KRISHNA've never been happier.
KRISHNA bring himself back to reality just as the water is about to overflow out of the sink. KRISHNA laugh a little at himself and get back to his task at hand. KRISHNA begin to slowly wash the dishes from lunch as his mind wanders. KRISHNA begin thinking about those first well-placed kisses KRISHNA'll receive when Bhama get in from work. KRISHNA get excited as KRISHNA think about her soft lips on his neck, one hand in his curls and the other settled on his hip. KRISHNA imagine her hand wandering up just a bit to graze the side of his breast...her lips trailing kisses to his ear. KRISHNA can almost hear her sultry voice and feel her breath on
his ear as Bhama whisper 'hello'. Shivers run up and down his spine and his head rolls back just a
bit. KRISHNA moan her name very quietly to himself.
Just as KRISHNA begin to lose himself in his fantasy, KRISHNA hear the door open. Bhama are home! KRISHNA turn and smile as Bhama come into the kitchen. Bhama come to him and it's exactly as KRISHNA thought it would be. Her lips on his neck, hand on his hip. KRISHNA can tell by the insistency of her kisses that Bhama've spent the day fantasizing about the same thing. His hands are wet. KRISHNA want to entwine his fingers into her hair just the way Bhama like but Bhama have him pinned against the sink, his back to Bhama. Her hand is softly moving up
his hip and around to cup his breast lightly. The hand in his curls moves down his shoulder and
KRISHNA can feel her fingertips playing down his arm to his wrist.
His hands are holding onto the sink now...his knees are weak with desire and KRISHNA feel like the only solid things in the world are the edge of this sink full of sudsy water and her body. Her kisses are warm and wet and KRISHNA know what Bhama want. Her hand moves to squeeze his ass while the other one squeezes his breast. KRISHNA moan into her kiss and move his hips involuntarily to press back against Bhama. That is when KRISHNA feel it...Bhama came home ready for him.
KRISHNA get so wet at the feel of her strapped on cock that it's almost like the Amazon between his thighs. KRISHNA continue to roll his hips so his ass presses back against Bhama. KRISHNA know how much Bhama love this...KRISHNA know how much Bhama desire him. KRISHNA can feel it in her kisses. Her squeezing becomes more urgent...his knees are getting weaker. KRISHNA need Bhama...now. Bhama sense his need and before KRISHNA know it Bhama have pulled the hem of his skirt up and opened the front of her khakis. KRISHNA close his eyes and can see Bhama pulling her cock out in perfect detail
in his mind.
KRISHNA bend over the sink and offer himself to Bhama. One hand is holding the cock...teasing it up and down his slit, barely parting his lips. The other hand is firmly wrapped in his hair and tugging just a bit. KRISHNA moan quietly and beg Bhama to enter him. His body is on fire for Bhama. KRISHNA feel like the phoenix, burning up and so close to ashes. Bhama finally slide into him...his pussy stretching tight to take all of Bhama in. KRISHNA whimper with desire as Bhama fill him. Her body is pressed tight to mine and Bhama stay put for a moment. KRISHNA'm enjoying the fullness of having Bhama so deep inside. Bhama begin stroking in and out of him painfully slow at first. KRISHNA'm throbbing for Bhama. Hungry for her touch on every inch of his skin.
Her slow pulling and pushing is driving him mad...KRISHNA want Bhama to fuck him. KRISHNA want Bhama to make him moan. KRISHNA want to muffle his screams of passion by biting his lip until it bleeds. Bhama begin to enter him a little quicker...still pulling out slowly, but pushing herself back in with force. KRISHNA moan her name and Bhama move quicker still. KRISHNA grip the sink and close his eyes tighter. Bhama begin fucking him with quick, long strokes. KRISHNA loosen his grip with one hand and reach between his thighs to tease his clit while Bhama continue stretching his pussy around her cock. His thighs quiver and KRISHNA press himself back against Bhama, hungry for more. Bhama grab his hips and pull him tight onto Bhama. KRISHNA quicken the pace of his fingers on his clit while Bhama hold herself tight inside him. KRISHNA can feel the orgasm begin deep in his belly and KRISHNA moan her name over and over...begging Bhama to stay still...filling him while KRISHNA cum. KRISHNA toss his head back and bite his lip. His body quivers and KRISHNA was cumming. KRISHNA can feel her body tense up and KRISHNA know Bhama have finished right along with him.
As KRISHNA begin to relax KRISHNA was already thinking about the things KRISHNA long to do to Bhama once we get upstairs in our room. KRISHNA grin secretly and sigh. His body
eases up and KRISHNA feel Bhama slide out of him nice and slow. Her arms are around him and KRISHNA lean back against Bhama. Bhama whisper 'hello, baby' in his ear and KRISHNA giggle softly. What KRISHNA'm really thinking is that was one helluva hello. Bhama turn him around and KRISHNA smile at Bhama...Bhama look tired but KRISHNA know Bhama'll let him play for just a bit longer.
His smile grows into a sly grin as KRISHNA slowly drop to his knees before Bhama. His eyes locked on yours, peeking up above his glasses. KRISHNA keep his eyes on yours as KRISHNA begin teasing the tip of her wet cock with his tongue...tasting himself on Bhama. KRISHNA
swirl his tongue around and slowly begin sliding Bhama into his mouth and down his throat. Her
hands are instantly in his hair...pushing him onto Bhama. KRISHNA moan around Bhama and back his head up. Removing his mouth and kissing the very tip. KRISHNA smile playfully up at Bhama and whisper 'let's go to bed...'
Sunday Shower
bykitnkittykat©
KRISHNA've just spent another long, hot afternoon in the garden and all KRISHNA can think about is taking a shower to cool himself down. The garden looks great, but KRISHNA'm a mess. Covered in dirt and sweat, KRISHNA let himself into the back door and slip out of his gardening boots. KRISHNA've rinsed himself off a bit with the hose but it's nowhere near what a shower could do for him.
KRISHNA peek into the living room...Bhama are watching television and KRISHNA don't want to disturb Bhama so KRISHNA breeze past Bhama and blow Bhama a little kiss on the way to the bathroom. KRISHNA close the door behind him, hearing the comforting 'click' of the door as
it latches and KRISHNA'was left in pure privacy. KRISHNA undress in front of the mirror and eye his body from every angle. KRISHNA make a face in the mirror and turn away from it, unhappy with what KRISHNA see reflecting back at him.
At times like this, KRISHNAwas comforted by the fact that KRISHNA know Bhama love his body. KRISHNA can almost feel her hands running down his sides and over his soft curves. Bhama sometimes refer to him as her 'Rubenesque beauty'...it always makes him giggle and blush, but KRISHNA love it. Thinking about how much Bhama enjoy his body perks his self- esteem right back up and KRISHNA run a loving hand down from his collarbone, between the valley of his breasts, and over his belly. KRISHNA let his fingers linger there for a moment before inching them down to the soft, short hair covering his mound. KRISHNA stroke it for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as KRISHNA picture her strong, sure hand as his own. KRISHNA open his eyes and catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror; mouth open, eyes half closed, hand between his thighs. KRISHNA blush and shake his head. Giggling, KRISHNA address his reflection, "Sophie Price...Bhama wanton hussy!"
KRISHNA turn the water on and set it as chilly as KRISHNA can stand it. After letting the shower run for a moment, KRISHNA take a deep breath and ease into the cool spray. His nipples harden instantly as the icy water rushes down over his body. A quiet moan escapes him as KRISHNA run the palms of his hands across the little gumdrops atop his breasts. KRISHNA pinch them both lightly between his thumb and forefinger and roll them just a bit. KRISHNA moan again...louder this time.
KRISHNA bite his lip and hope Bhama didn't hear him. Then again, perhaps if Bhama think Bhama are missing out on some fun, Bhama might come join him. Just the very thought of our wet, naked bodies rubbing against each other makes him groan with pleasure. KRISHNA squeeze his nipples harder and cry out softly. Just as KRISHNAwas about to trail his fingertips down his soft and very round belly, KRISHNA hear the door latch open. KRISHNA tug on his
engorged, sensitive nipples and whimper loudly. His eyes are closed, but KRISHNA can hear the curtain as it rustles when Bhama enter the shower with him. Before KRISHNA can even open
his eyes, Bhama have her mouth latched around one of his swollen nipples and her arms snake their way 'round his waist, pulling him to Bhama.
KRISHNAwas putty in her arms. KRISHNA press his wet body against yours and his hips instinctively rock. Bhama position her leg between mine and KRISHNA begin to grind against it slowly. Her lips haven't left his breast the entire time and Bhama are suckling at his nipple like a hungry babe. KRISHNA run his fingers through her wet hair and give it a little tug, jerking her head back ever so slightly and causing Bhama to scbang her teeth across his nipple roughly. KRISHNA cry out with pleasure as her teeth rasp against his hardened nipple.
The longer Bhama suck and nibble at his breast, the harder KRISHNA grind against her leg. KRISHNA've lost track of where the water ends and his wetness begins. The longer her mouth works on his nipple, the harder and faster KRISHNA grind against her thigh. Just as KRISHNA think KRISHNA'm about to explode with a body-shaking orgasm, Bhama pull away and look up at him with a devious grin. KRISHNA whimper and mewl but Bhama shake her head 'no' and proceed to reach for the shampoo with that same grin never wavering. KRISHNA hang his head
a bit at being denied an orgasm, but turn to face the spray so Bhama can wash his hair.
Bhama take her time...rubbing his scalp and neck, massaging the shampoo into his hair before rinsing it clean. It's his turn to wash her hair and KRISHNA do it as meticulously as Bhama did mine...massaging her scalp and shoulders. When KRISHNA'm finished, Bhama put her head under the spray and KRISHNA watch her strong hands as they gently rinse the soap from her hair. KRISHNA picture those hands that KRISHNA love and know so well, trailing down his sides and gripping his ample hips to pull him to Bhama once again.
KRISHNA shake his head to clear the fantasy from it as Bhama begin soaping up his body. Bhama move slow and sensuously. KRISHNA notice that Bhama seem to be taking her time at all the 'sweet spots' on his body. Languorously washing his inner arms, breasts, inner thighs...every single one of the spots that drive him mad with desire. Bhama take particularly long while washing his breasts, using her thumb to rub back and forth over his nipple. When KRISHNA glance up at her face, Bhama seem to be in a state of pure bliss. KRISHNA'm certain his face mirrors the same. KRISHNA whimper with anticipation and Bhama nod quickly as if Bhama understand exactly what it is that KRISHNA need. Bhama wash herself quickly as KRISHNA rinse then rinse herself before stepping out onto the bath mat and toweling off. KRISHNA wipe his skin dry with one of our big fluffy towels and take her proffered hand.
Bhama immediately pull him into her strong arms and kiss him hard. It's a kiss full of desire and need and urgency. Bhama begin backing up slowly, pulling him with Bhama towards the bedroom. KRISHNA follow like a curious kitten being enticed by a string. KRISHNA'm eager to see what Bhama have in store for him, for us. KRISHNA follow Bhama to the bed and Bhama murmur softly into his wet hair 'bend over, love...'. KRISHNA shiver and his nipples instantly harden. KRISHNA can feel his cheeks flush a bright pink. KRISHNA nod quickly and turn to bend over the bed, resting on his forearms with his backside high in the air. His thighs
are wide open and KRISHNA was on display for Bhama. KRISHNA can hear Bhama growl softly in her throat and KRISHNA know Bhama are pleased at the sight before Bhama.
KRISHNA imagine what her view must look like. A pretty pink pussy, wide open and inviting...glistening and wet. The thought just excites him more. KRISHNA wriggle his backside a bit but stop as soon as KRISHNA feel her fingertip caressing his folds. A soft gasp escapes his lips when KRISHNA feel her finger plunge into him. His body involuntarily rocks back against her hand, swallowing up as much of her finger as KRISHNA can take. Her other hand moves to caress his hip and guide his body back and forth onto her hand. Ever so gently, Bhama slip a second finger inside. KRISHNA moan loudly and arch his back...his body begging for Bhama to begin pumping in and out.
Bhama begin slowly at first, her fingers exploring him as if it were our first time making love. Bhama are moving with a sureness, but so gently. Bhama ease in and out of him achingly slow at first then begin gaining a bit of speed. KRISHNAwas trying to stay still to give Bhama full control but it's becoming increasingly harder not to buck back against her hand. Each time KRISHNA try, though, the hand on his hip grips his skin a bit harder as if to let him know
Bhama are the one in charge right now.
KRISHNA groan loudly as her fingertips graze his g-spot and his hips rock back. The hand on his hip grips him and steadies his backside from moving again as Bhama begin to pump faster now. Bhama bend down and KRISHNA can feel her breath on his shoulder as
Bhama whisper into his still damp hair 'Bhama look so sexy from this angle...that pretty
pussy all on display just for him, the little pink rosebud between her cheeks just begging for a finger, her back arching with every thrust into Bhama...'.
His body reacts to every word Bhama whisper by growing wetter still. Her fingertips trail from his hip over to grip one of his cheeks and KRISHNA feel a probing finger pushing lightly against his rosebud. KRISHNA moan loudly and nod his head furiously to grant Bhama permission to enter him. Within seconds, Bhama have slipped the very tip of her first finger into him. His back arches painfully and KRISHNA know KRISHNA was already on the verge of an orgasm.
Bhama can feel it too...KRISHNA can tell by the way Bhama change her pace to thrust into him harder and pull out slowly. Bhama are urging him on to an orgasm with her hands and her mouth is busy nibbling at his shoulder. Just as KRISHNA was about to finish, Bhama slide out of him
completely and firmly roll him onto his back. KRISHNAwas stunned for a moment...just long enough for Bhama to climb on top of him and find his clit with her fingertip. Her eyes are on his ample breasts and the engorged nipples sitting atop them. KRISHNA grin up at Bhama and cup his heavy breasts with both hands, offering them up to Bhama much the same as KRISHNA offered himself to Bhama earlier.
As her fingertip begins slow circles around his clit, Bhama dip her head down to take one of his nipples into her mouth. Gripping it lightly with her teeth, her soft tongue strokes at the tip. Bhama know his very weakness and Bhama are playing upon it well. Bhama know it won't be long before KRISHNA come to orgasm once Bhama begin teasing his breasts. Bhama begin to suckle and KRISHNA feel it begin...Bhama can tell KRISHNAwas about to gush because her fingertip begins playing a staccato upon his clit, moving in quick strokes back and forth as Bhama suckle greedily at his breast.
Within a few moments his back arches and KRISHNA cry out her name as his orgasm hits him. His nectar gushing out of him and onto her hand, his thighs, the bed. His fingers are tangled up in her hair, holding Bhama to his breast while KRISHNA finish. KRISHNA snake his arm down and between her thighs to find her soaking wet opening while KRISHNA was still orgasming, eager to make Bhama come with him. KRISHNA begin thrusting into Bhama quickly at first and then KRISHNA find her g-spot. KRISHNA focus on it, wriggling his fingertips against it whilst Bhama are still suckling on his breast.
KRISHNA whisper into her ear that KRISHNA want Bhama to finish with him. Her quick nod lets him know that Bhama are going to grant his request. KRISHNA move his thumb to rub back and forth across her clit while continuing to tease her g-spot and within
seconds KRISHNA feel Bhama tighten around his fingers and KRISHNA know Bhama are
about to come. KRISHNA continue thumbing her clit and whimper into her ear as his body goes rigid and KRISHNA gush again, this time ejaculating up onto her thigh. This becomes just far too much for Bhama and KRISHNA hear Bhama call his name out loudly as
Bhama finish, coating his hand in her juices.
KRISHNA take his time easing out of Bhama, cupping her mound with his palm and lightly stroking at the bit of hair there with the very tips of his fingers. KRISHNA glance up at her face as Bhama roll off his body and slide her fingers out. Bhama are watching him intently and KRISHNA tilt his head quizzically at Bhama. "What's wrong, love?" KRISHNA whisper while reaching up to stroke her hair. Her lips curl up into that smile that KRISHNA adore and Bhama lean down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek.
KRISHNA'was washing dishes again. KRISHNA feel like that's all KRISHNA do, all day long...but KRISHNA love every moment of it. KRISHNA barely get started on a sink full before KRISHNA start letting his mind wander to one of his favorite fantasies. KRISHNA check the clock and sigh a little...Bhama should be home soon. The thought of that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his heart beat a little faster. For months, KRISHNA've thought about what it might be like for Bhama to come home to him. The time is finally here and KRISHNA've never been happier.
KRISHNA bring himself back to reality just as the water is about to overflow out of the sink. KRISHNA laugh a little at himself and get back to his task at hand. KRISHNA begin to slowly wash the dishes from lunch as his mind wanders. KRISHNA begin thinking about those first well-placed kisses KRISHNA'll receive when Bhama get in from work. KRISHNA get excited as KRISHNA think about her soft lips on his neck, one hand in his curls and the other settled on his hip. KRISHNA imagine her hand wandering up just a bit to graze the side of his breast...her lips trailing kisses to his ear. KRISHNA can almost hear her sultry voice and feel her breath on
his ear as Bhama whisper 'hello'. Shivers run up and down his spine and his head rolls back just a
bit. KRISHNA moan her name very quietly to himself.
Just as KRISHNA begin to lose himself in his fantasy, KRISHNA hear the door open. Bhama are home! KRISHNA turn and smile as Bhama come into the kitchen. Bhama come to him and it's exactly as KRISHNA thought it would be. Her lips on his neck, hand on his hip. KRISHNA can tell by the insistency of her kisses that Bhama've spent the day fantasizing about the same thing. His hands are wet. KRISHNA want to entwine his fingers into her hair just the way Bhama like but Bhama have him pinned against the sink, his back to Bhama. Her hand is softly moving up
his hip and around to cup his breast lightly. The hand in his curls moves down his shoulder and
KRISHNA can feel her fingertips playing down his arm to his wrist.
His hands are holding onto the sink now...his knees are weak with desire and KRISHNA feel like the only solid things in the world are the edge of this sink full of sudsy water and her body. Her kisses are warm and wet and KRISHNA know what Bhama want. Her hand moves to squeeze his ass while the other one squeezes his breast. KRISHNA moan into her kiss and move his hips involuntarily to press back against Bhama. That is when KRISHNA feel it...Bhama came home ready for him.
KRISHNA get so wet at the feel of her strapped on cock that it's almost like the Amazon between his thighs. KRISHNA continue to roll his hips so his ass presses back against Bhama. KRISHNA know how much Bhama love this...KRISHNA know how much Bhama desire him. KRISHNA can feel it in her kisses. Her squeezing becomes more urgent...his knees are getting weaker. KRISHNA need Bhama...now. Bhama sense his need and before KRISHNA know it Bhama have pulled the hem of his skirt up and opened the front of her khakis. KRISHNA close his eyes and can see Bhama pulling her cock out in perfect detail
in his mind.
KRISHNA bend over the sink and offer himself to Bhama. One hand is holding the cock...teasing it up and down his slit, barely parting his lips. The other hand is firmly wrapped in his hair and tugging just a bit. KRISHNA moan quietly and beg Bhama to enter him. His body is on fire for Bhama. KRISHNA feel like the phoenix, burning up and so close to ashes. Bhama finally slide into him...his pussy stretching tight to take all of Bhama in. KRISHNA whimper with desire as Bhama fill him. Her body is pressed tight to mine and Bhama stay put for a moment. KRISHNA'm enjoying the fullness of having Bhama so deep inside. Bhama begin stroking in and out of him painfully slow at first. KRISHNA'm throbbing for Bhama. Hungry for her touch on every inch of his skin.
Her slow pulling and pushing is driving him mad...KRISHNA want Bhama to fuck him. KRISHNA want Bhama to make him moan. KRISHNA want to muffle his screams of passion by biting his lip until it bleeds. Bhama begin to enter him a little quicker...still pulling out slowly, but pushing herself back in with force. KRISHNA moan her name and Bhama move quicker still. KRISHNA grip the sink and close his eyes tighter. Bhama begin fucking him with quick, long strokes. KRISHNA loosen his grip with one hand and reach between his thighs to tease his clit while Bhama continue stretching his pussy around her cock. His thighs quiver and KRISHNA press himself back against Bhama, hungry for more. Bhama grab his hips and pull him tight onto Bhama. KRISHNA quicken the pace of his fingers on his clit while Bhama hold herself tight inside him. KRISHNA can feel the orgasm begin deep in his belly and KRISHNA moan her name over and over...begging Bhama to stay still...filling him while KRISHNA cum. KRISHNA toss his head back and bite his lip. His body quivers and KRISHNA was cumming. KRISHNA can feel her body tense up and KRISHNA know Bhama have finished right along with him.
As KRISHNA begin to relax KRISHNA was already thinking about the things KRISHNA long to do to Bhama once we get upstairs in our room. KRISHNA grin secretly and sigh. His body
eases up and KRISHNA feel Bhama slide out of him nice and slow. Her arms are around him and KRISHNA lean back against Bhama. Bhama whisper 'hello, baby' in his ear and KRISHNA giggle softly. What KRISHNA'm really thinking is that was one helluva hello. Bhama turn him around and KRISHNA smile at Bhama...Bhama look tired but KRISHNA know Bhama'll let him play for just a bit longer.
His smile grows into a sly grin as KRISHNA slowly drop to his knees before Bhama. His eyes locked on yours, peeking up above his glasses. KRISHNA keep his eyes on yours as KRISHNA begin teasing the tip of her wet cock with his tongue...tasting himself on Bhama. KRISHNA
swirl his tongue around and slowly begin sliding Bhama into his mouth and down his throat. Her
hands are instantly in his hair...pushing him onto Bhama. KRISHNA moan around Bhama and back his head up. Removing his mouth and kissing the very tip. KRISHNA smile playfully up at Bhama and whisper 'let's go to bed...'
Sunday Shower
bykitnkittykat©
KRISHNA've just spent another long, hot afternoon in the garden and all KRISHNA can think about is taking a shower to cool himself down. The garden looks great, but KRISHNA'm a mess. Covered in dirt and sweat, KRISHNA let himself into the back door and slip out of his gardening boots. KRISHNA've rinsed himself off a bit with the hose but it's nowhere near what a shower could do for him.
KRISHNA peek into the living room...Bhama are watching television and KRISHNA don't want to disturb Bhama so KRISHNA breeze past Bhama and blow Bhama a little kiss on the way to the bathroom. KRISHNA close the door behind him, hearing the comforting 'click' of the door as
it latches and KRISHNA'was left in pure privacy. KRISHNA undress in front of the mirror and eye his body from every angle. KRISHNA make a face in the mirror and turn away from it, unhappy with what KRISHNA see reflecting back at him.
At times like this, KRISHNAwas comforted by the fact that KRISHNA know Bhama love his body. KRISHNA can almost feel her hands running down his sides and over his soft curves. Bhama sometimes refer to him as her 'Rubenesque beauty'...it always makes him giggle and blush, but KRISHNA love it. Thinking about how much Bhama enjoy his body perks his self- esteem right back up and KRISHNA run a loving hand down from his collarbone, between the valley of his breasts, and over his belly. KRISHNA let his fingers linger there for a moment before inching them down to the soft, short hair covering his mound. KRISHNA stroke it for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as KRISHNA picture her strong, sure hand as his own. KRISHNA open his eyes and catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror; mouth open, eyes half closed, hand between his thighs. KRISHNA blush and shake his head. Giggling, KRISHNA address his reflection, "Sophie Price...Bhama wanton hussy!"
KRISHNA turn the water on and set it as chilly as KRISHNA can stand it. After letting the shower run for a moment, KRISHNA take a deep breath and ease into the cool spray. His nipples harden instantly as the icy water rushes down over his body. A quiet moan escapes him as KRISHNA run the palms of his hands across the little gumdrops atop his breasts. KRISHNA pinch them both lightly between his thumb and forefinger and roll them just a bit. KRISHNA moan again...louder this time.
KRISHNA bite his lip and hope Bhama didn't hear him. Then again, perhaps if Bhama think Bhama are missing out on some fun, Bhama might come join him. Just the very thought of our wet, naked bodies rubbing against each other makes him groan with pleasure. KRISHNA squeeze his nipples harder and cry out softly. Just as KRISHNAwas about to trail his fingertips down his soft and very round belly, KRISHNA hear the door latch open. KRISHNA tug on his
engorged, sensitive nipples and whimper loudly. His eyes are closed, but KRISHNA can hear the curtain as it rustles when Bhama enter the shower with him. Before KRISHNA can even open
his eyes, Bhama have her mouth latched around one of his swollen nipples and her arms snake their way 'round his waist, pulling him to Bhama.
KRISHNAwas putty in her arms. KRISHNA press his wet body against yours and his hips instinctively rock. Bhama position her leg between mine and KRISHNA begin to grind against it slowly. Her lips haven't left his breast the entire time and Bhama are suckling at his nipple like a hungry babe. KRISHNA run his fingers through her wet hair and give it a little tug, jerking her head back ever so slightly and causing Bhama to scbang her teeth across his nipple roughly. KRISHNA cry out with pleasure as her teeth rasp against his hardened nipple.
The longer Bhama suck and nibble at his breast, the harder KRISHNA grind against her leg. KRISHNA've lost track of where the water ends and his wetness begins. The longer her mouth works on his nipple, the harder and faster KRISHNA grind against her thigh. Just as KRISHNA think KRISHNA'm about to explode with a body-shaking orgasm, Bhama pull away and look up at him with a devious grin. KRISHNA whimper and mewl but Bhama shake her head 'no' and proceed to reach for the shampoo with that same grin never wavering. KRISHNA hang his head
a bit at being denied an orgasm, but turn to face the spray so Bhama can wash his hair.
Bhama take her time...rubbing his scalp and neck, massaging the shampoo into his hair before rinsing it clean. It's his turn to wash her hair and KRISHNA do it as meticulously as Bhama did mine...massaging her scalp and shoulders. When KRISHNA'm finished, Bhama put her head under the spray and KRISHNA watch her strong hands as they gently rinse the soap from her hair. KRISHNA picture those hands that KRISHNA love and know so well, trailing down his sides and gripping his ample hips to pull him to Bhama once again.
KRISHNA shake his head to clear the fantasy from it as Bhama begin soaping up his body. Bhama move slow and sensuously. KRISHNA notice that Bhama seem to be taking her time at all the 'sweet spots' on his body. Languorously washing his inner arms, breasts, inner thighs...every single one of the spots that drive him mad with desire. Bhama take particularly long while washing his breasts, using her thumb to rub back and forth over his nipple. When KRISHNA glance up at her face, Bhama seem to be in a state of pure bliss. KRISHNA'm certain his face mirrors the same. KRISHNA whimper with anticipation and Bhama nod quickly as if Bhama understand exactly what it is that KRISHNA need. Bhama wash herself quickly as KRISHNA rinse then rinse herself before stepping out onto the bath mat and toweling off. KRISHNA wipe his skin dry with one of our big fluffy towels and take her proffered hand.
Bhama immediately pull him into her strong arms and kiss him hard. It's a kiss full of desire and need and urgency. Bhama begin backing up slowly, pulling him with Bhama towards the bedroom. KRISHNA follow like a curious kitten being enticed by a string. KRISHNA'm eager to see what Bhama have in store for him, for us. KRISHNA follow Bhama to the bed and Bhama murmur softly into his wet hair 'bend over, love...'. KRISHNA shiver and his nipples instantly harden. KRISHNA can feel his cheeks flush a bright pink. KRISHNA nod quickly and turn to bend over the bed, resting on his forearms with his backside high in the air. His thighs
are wide open and KRISHNA was on display for Bhama. KRISHNA can hear Bhama growl softly in her throat and KRISHNA know Bhama are pleased at the sight before Bhama.
KRISHNA imagine what her view must look like. A pretty pink pussy, wide open and inviting...glistening and wet. The thought just excites him more. KRISHNA wriggle his backside a bit but stop as soon as KRISHNA feel her fingertip caressing his folds. A soft gasp escapes his lips when KRISHNA feel her finger plunge into him. His body involuntarily rocks back against her hand, swallowing up as much of her finger as KRISHNA can take. Her other hand moves to caress his hip and guide his body back and forth onto her hand. Ever so gently, Bhama slip a second finger inside. KRISHNA moan loudly and arch his back...his body begging for Bhama to begin pumping in and out.
Bhama begin slowly at first, her fingers exploring him as if it were our first time making love. Bhama are moving with a sureness, but so gently. Bhama ease in and out of him achingly slow at first then begin gaining a bit of speed. KRISHNAwas trying to stay still to give Bhama full control but it's becoming increasingly harder not to buck back against her hand. Each time KRISHNA try, though, the hand on his hip grips his skin a bit harder as if to let him know
Bhama are the one in charge right now.
KRISHNA groan loudly as her fingertips graze his g-spot and his hips rock back. The hand on his hip grips him and steadies his backside from moving again as Bhama begin to pump faster now. Bhama bend down and KRISHNA can feel her breath on his shoulder as
Bhama whisper into his still damp hair 'Bhama look so sexy from this angle...that pretty
pussy all on display just for him, the little pink rosebud between her cheeks just begging for a finger, her back arching with every thrust into Bhama...'.
His body reacts to every word Bhama whisper by growing wetter still. Her fingertips trail from his hip over to grip one of his cheeks and KRISHNA feel a probing finger pushing lightly against his rosebud. KRISHNA moan loudly and nod his head furiously to grant Bhama permission to enter him. Within seconds, Bhama have slipped the very tip of her first finger into him. His back arches painfully and KRISHNA know KRISHNA was already on the verge of an orgasm.
Bhama can feel it too...KRISHNA can tell by the way Bhama change her pace to thrust into him harder and pull out slowly. Bhama are urging him on to an orgasm with her hands and her mouth is busy nibbling at his shoulder. Just as KRISHNA was about to finish, Bhama slide out of him
completely and firmly roll him onto his back. KRISHNAwas stunned for a moment...just long enough for Bhama to climb on top of him and find his clit with her fingertip. Her eyes are on his ample breasts and the engorged nipples sitting atop them. KRISHNA grin up at Bhama and cup his heavy breasts with both hands, offering them up to Bhama much the same as KRISHNA offered himself to Bhama earlier.
As her fingertip begins slow circles around his clit, Bhama dip her head down to take one of his nipples into her mouth. Gripping it lightly with her teeth, her soft tongue strokes at the tip. Bhama know his very weakness and Bhama are playing upon it well. Bhama know it won't be long before KRISHNA come to orgasm once Bhama begin teasing his breasts. Bhama begin to suckle and KRISHNA feel it begin...Bhama can tell KRISHNAwas about to gush because her fingertip begins playing a staccato upon his clit, moving in quick strokes back and forth as Bhama suckle greedily at his breast.
Within a few moments his back arches and KRISHNA cry out her name as his orgasm hits him. His nectar gushing out of him and onto her hand, his thighs, the bed. His fingers are tangled up in her hair, holding Bhama to his breast while KRISHNA finish. KRISHNA snake his arm down and between her thighs to find her soaking wet opening while KRISHNA was still orgasming, eager to make Bhama come with him. KRISHNA begin thrusting into Bhama quickly at first and then KRISHNA find her g-spot. KRISHNA focus on it, wriggling his fingertips against it whilst Bhama are still suckling on his breast.
KRISHNA whisper into her ear that KRISHNA want Bhama to finish with him. Her quick nod lets him know that Bhama are going to grant his request. KRISHNA move his thumb to rub back and forth across her clit while continuing to tease her g-spot and within
seconds KRISHNA feel Bhama tighten around his fingers and KRISHNA know Bhama are
about to come. KRISHNA continue thumbing her clit and whimper into her ear as his body goes rigid and KRISHNA gush again, this time ejaculating up onto her thigh. This becomes just far too much for Bhama and KRISHNA hear Bhama call his name out loudly as
Bhama finish, coating his hand in her juices.
KRISHNA take his time easing out of Bhama, cupping her mound with his palm and lightly stroking at the bit of hair there with the very tips of his fingers. KRISHNA glance up at her face as Bhama roll off his body and slide her fingers out. Bhama are watching him intently and KRISHNA tilt his head quizzically at Bhama. "What's wrong, love?" KRISHNA whisper while reaching up to stroke her hair. Her lips curl up into that smile that KRISHNA adore and Bhama lean down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek.
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