Adultery The Farmhouse by almight.param

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She again grabbed my head by the hair and drew them down, burying my face in her cleavage. This time, I was submerged in the

middle, a heaving boob rubbing up against each ear as my tongue explored the exact midpoint.
Her legs and elbows continued rocking our pelvises together. My hands slid up her back, finding a fresh grip on her
shoulders, driving them together harder and faster. To ease the ache of her nipples, she awkwardly shifted so that her
fingertips tweaked her own peaks. Tingly preorgasmic waves surged to her pussy.

She pulled my head up out of her chest so quickly that my tongue was flicking into the air like a fish. I struggled against
her control just enough to give her a quick whisker burn on the inner slopes of each tit, and bobble each nipple quickly on
the tip of my tongue. After that, the force of her arms dragged his nose even with hers. I playfully rubbed noses, making her
giggle.
"Dessert," she commanded, but her sense of control was precarious, as my lips met hers, and then my tongue was fucking her
mouth.
She tried to break her mouth free but I slid a hand along her chin, keeping her in place. She knew that no amount of ice
would prevent her lips from swelling now, so she surrendered in the moment, raising her head up ferociously, teeth clicking
against each other. My free hand travel from her shoulder to her chest. I mauled her tit roughly, squeezing and kneading the
flesh, and then rolled the nipple tightly between two fingers. She sensed what was coming next, but her mouth was too full of
tongue to allow a scream before I straightened my body upright, allowing space and leverage to pull her nub away from the
mound of flesh, stretching the rubbery bit at least double its usual length. I finished the treat by giving it a brisk twist
around.
"Ohhhhh...fuuuuck," she finally screamed as my straightening pulled my head from hers. Her hips thumped up and down on the
countertop as her climax flooded.
She lay there for a moment panting, admiring my goofy grin, impressed with my boyish eagerness to please.
'Perhaps," I told her, 'that's what true love is -- not being afraid to surrender control, because you know it's a gift you
will get back.'

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