Adultery The Farmhouse by almight.param

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I finally thawed enough to step forward, and at last, the frog kissed the princess. Ourlips brushed, but my force drove her

back against the counter, her balance compromised by the high heels. As she thrust her arms back for support, she tilted her
head back. My lips glanced off of hers, brushed along her chin, but then I improvised smoothly, more princely than frog-like,
trailing a flattened tongue slowly down her curved neck. She ran her fingers through my hair, steering my head lower, seeming
to want to feast on her breasts, but I resisted, planting a line of kisses along her collarbone out to the point of her
shoulder instead.
"Oh, there..." she moaned, her fingers ripping at my scalp as I nibbled the flesh where it rounded down towards her arm.
Something about how the nerves stretched across that tight curve made it especially sensitive, yet no other man had spent so
much time just exploring how much it pleased her.
As passion warmed her flesh, I felt my hardness rubbing against her belly. Her hips responded without conscious command,
humping away from the cupboard, meeting my thrusts. Her mind was still alert enough that she thought how if I was not still
clothed, I could be fucking already. Perhaps, like the rugged hero of a movie, I would lift her onto the countertop and
ravish her as the washing up clattered to the linoleum, her arms thrashing, her head spinning... but that was just a dream.
In reality, I licked down her left arm to the inside of her elbow. This sent ripples of electricity through her body, her
nipples tingling, her knees buckling; her labia blooming as her juices seeped out, starting to dampen her thighs. Shifting
positions created a space between our bodies, and the contact from my cock was less constant, the tip bobbing against her
intermittently as we moved.
She barely noticed however, as I held her arm at the wrist, gently rotating it. The back of my other hand casually brushed
against the side of her left breast. Even through the bra, this sent further bolts of electricity surging to the tip, from
whence they spread throughout her body as heat.
"If I was wearing panties they'd be drenched," she moaned.
"Good thing you aren't then," I said, pausing oral attentions as I spoke.