02-01-2022, 01:22 AM
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28.12. Back in Martin's flat ...
He had got up long before Norman, showered and then had breakfast with his son. Immediately afterwards the house bell went. When Martin led his mother-in-law into the kitchen, where Norman was already waiting for his grandmother with his things, she eyed him very strangely at first.
"You're already showered?"
"Yes, why not?"
"I thought you had to work first?"
"Yes, but that's why I can't go there as a stinker!"
She grimaced smugly, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If you go to help move with that look on your face, you'll have to become a mover!"
Then she started laughing heartily, while Martin somehow stood beside her, completely dazed. Did this woman and this new happiness already show on his face? Even as she packed up the things for her grandson, she was still grinning up to her ears.
And when she finally pushed Norman out the door, she turned around once more.
"I wish you every success. You can't stay alone forever!" Then she disappeared through the door.
"I wish you that too!"
Martin was sitting in the restaurant almost a quarter of an hour before the appointed time. He simply couldn't wait any longer. Though he now had the problem of stalling the waitress until Marilyn arrived, it was doable.
Finally he saw her come in. Somehow he was excited, like on a first date.
His stomach began to tingle and his hands started to sweat.
Gallantly, he stood up, helped her take off her jacket, adjusted her chair and then took the jacket to the cloakroom.
When he returned, she smiled at him, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome!" Marilyn found herself flattered but a little unsure.
She wondered if Robert had ever been tempted to make this gesture before, but couldn't remember. And somehow the question was on the tip of her tongue whether Martin always behaved like this towards women, or whether it was just new love.
In the end, however, she didn't think about it any further, although she was still very flattered by the gesture.
They both ordered coffee and began to talk. Martin was now mainly interested in her relationship with her husband, while Marilyn wanted to know a few things about his late wife and son.
When the coffee came and they both reached for the sugar bowl, their fingers happened to touch. Both looked into each other's eyes, almost startled, but did not withdraw their hands.
Instead, a wordless game of the two hands began. While they looked at each other, their fingers, their hands, played with each other, caressed each other, gently ran over each other's hand and fingers and soaked up the warmth.
At some point Marilyn said she would like to use the sugar bowl after all, because otherwise the coffee would get cold and the sugar would be wasted anyway. Both of them had to laugh so loudly that they were afraid of attracting attention and indeed some of the guests looked at their table. But even after everyone had taken the sugar for their coffee, their hands met again on the table, gently and carefully touching and caressing each other.
Finally Martin paid the bill: "If you want, I'd be happy to invite you to my place. We'd have a free house, so to speak!"
Marilyn leaned over to Martin with a grin, "I hope you don't have a stamp collection!"
"And even if I did, there's no way I'd show it to you today!"
„Schade! Dann werden wir uns wohl mit etwas anderem die Zeit vertreiben müssen.“
„Ich denke, mir wird da schon was einfallen.“
„Das hoffe ich doch!“
Damit hatten sie es plötzlich sehr eilig, das Kaffee zu verlassen. Martin half Marilyn erneut in ihre Winterjacke und dieses Mal schlenderten sie nicht gemütlich durch die Stadt, sondern gingen nun sehr flott zu Martin Haus.
Als Marilyn eintrat, sah sie sich um. Als sie am Weihnachtsfeiertag zu diesem Kaffee in der Wohnung war, hatte sie eigentlich auf die Wohnung kaum geachtet.
Die Wohnung schien ordentlich und aufgeräumt. Kurz kam ihr wieder Robert in den Sinn. Sie war sich sicher, dass ihr Mann eine Wohnung nie würde so in Ordnung halten können.
Martin nahm ihr die Jacke ab, hängte sie in die Garderobe, daneben die seine. Dann führte er Marilyn ins Wohnzimmer: „Gefällt es Dir?“
„Ja“, gab sie zurück, „Dein Geschmack gefällt mir. Du hast die Wohnung ganz toll eingerichtet. Letztes Mal hab ich mich nur auf den warmen Kaffee gefreut und kaum auf die Wohnung geachtet, aber ich finde, dass es hier ziemlich gemütlich ist.“
Sie fühlte Martin Hände auf ihren Schultern, fühlte wie die Hände sie herumdrehten, worauf sie sich gerne einließ.
Dann sahen sie sich in die Augen.
„Klar hab ich einen guten Geschmack“, er lächelte sie an, „sonst hätte ich auch nicht dich hier hergebracht!“
„Schmeichler!“
Sie wollte noch etwas sagen, kam aber nicht mehr dazu, weil sich Martin Lippen auf die ihren gelegt hatten.
Zunächst sanft, dann immer fordernder begannen sie sich zu küssen. Bald trafen sich ihre Zungen und beide genossen die Berührungen, den Kontakt der anderen Lippen und das manchmal sanfte, dann wieder heftigere Ringen ihrer Zungen.
Aber auch allein die Nähe des anderen, das Gefühl den anderen an sich zu spüren, ließ beiden einen wohligen Schauer durch e Körper gleiten.
Die Hände gingen auf Wanderschaft, streichelten zart, dann fester über den Rücken des jeweils anderen, strichen dann wieder zart über den Kopf und die Haare, streichelten zart über die Backen und die Ohren um dann wieder den anderen Körper zu erforschen.
Martin spürte, wie die Erregung in ihm stieg und es in seiner Hose immer enger wurde. Er hatte nun seit einem Jahr keinen Sex mehr mit einer Frau gehabt und so intensiv war nun das Verlangen danach. Aber war es nicht zu früh? Würde er jetzt nicht vielleicht vieles zerstören, wenn er jetzt zu aufdringlich wäre?
Marilyn spürte das Verlangen in ihr. Sie erinnerte sich wieder an ihr Spiel auf der Couch und zwischen ihren Beinen begann es heftig zu kribbeln. Ja, sie hatte jetzt Lust auf Sex, Sex mit diesem Mann, den sie erst ein paar Tage kannte.
Aber was würde er von ihr denken, wenn sie ihn jetzt schon mit ihm in die Kiste steigen würde? Sie glaubte zwar nicht, dass sie dann eine von vielen wäre, aber was würde Martin von ihr denken, wenn sie sich ihm schon so bald hingab?
Auch wenn sie nun große Lust hatte mit diesem Mann ins Bett zu gehen, so blieb doch eine gewisse Angst davor, nun etwas falsch zu machen.
Doch dann fühlte sie etwas, was hart gegen ihren Bauch drückte. Sie drängte sich etwas fester dagegen, rieb ihre Scham daran und genoss die Berührung, die zwar auf der einen Seite die Glut in ihr weiter anfachte, auf der anderen Seite auch eine gewisse Genugtuung brachte. Und vor allem konnte sie sehen, wie Martin reagierte.
Martin, of course, felt Marilyn pressing up against him and pushing her belly against his erect piston.
At first he was tempted to push his pelvis backwards to avoid embarrassment, but the rubbing excited him and it was like a desire to savour the sensation further.
Moreover, he was slowly coming to the realisation that her rubbing was not accidental but probably quite deliberate.
She didn't push her body against him insistently, but the pressure against his bulge remained constant and she could have easily avoided it.
Finally Martin could no longer hold back. While he kept his mouth on hers and they continued to cuddle, his hands reached between their bodies, his fingers found the buttons of her dress and one button after another came undone.
Marilyn gladly let him do it and with each button that opened, with each little inch that the dress gaped wider, her arousal grew.
When he finally opened all the buttons and slowly slid the dress over her shoulders, she would have liked to eat him right here on the carpet.
"I think you're still wearing too much!" she teased him. Martin smiled at her and then began to undress herself while Marilyn herself undid her bra and let it fall to the floor as well as her panties afterwards.
Martin could not take his eyes off this woman.
As he removed his clothes, his gaze lingered on her breasts.
They were firm, although they were a considerable size. Her nipples also impressed him. They stood out steeply and darkly coloured from her breasts and he was already looking forward to feeling them later and taking them in his mouth.
Her body was exactly as he had imagined: although she had a womanly figure, her skin was smooth and firm.
It was obvious that she exercised regularly. Between her legs, which she had spread slightly, a few dark curls peeked out, as did the beginnings of her labia. Finally, Martin had also undressed completely and now stood naked opposite this woman.
At first they looked at each other curiously until Marilyn then approached Martin. When she stood in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and began to kiss him passionately again.
She felt the hard, erect penis against her belly and pubic area and began to gently rub her belly against it in a circular motion.
Martin now in turn embraced the woman standing in front of him and pressed her against his chest at the same time. He felt her nipples pressing against his skin, felt her soft breasts, warm to the touch, while at the same time his cock was gently massaged against her belly.
As they kissed, surrendering to the pleasant, arousing feeling of closeness to each other, they also allowed their sexual tension to continue to rise, but also at the same time to allow a kind of soothing sense of well-being of affection to arise within them.
But then Martin let go of Marilyn and took a step back, grasping Marilyn's hands that had slipped off his shoulder.
He looked her in the eye: "Do you really want it? I mean, you are bound. If you said no right now, I'd understand."
Marilyn spoke softly and visibly agitated, "No, I want it. I even desire it!"
Martin gave Marilyn some more time, but then opened his hand and let Marilyn's hand slide out of his with it, then gently stroked her flushed cheeks.
Then his hand slowly and tenderly slid further down. It touched her neck, then gently stroked her breasts in circles, gently rubbed her erect nipples and then slid further down over her belly until it reached her pubic area.
When Martin slid a finger between her thighs and reached the front of her sex, Marilyn winced with arousal. Her heart began to pound and she felt a heat in her head as if she had a strong fever.
Not taking her eyes off him, she opened her legs a little wider to give Martin better access to her sex. They both heard the soft smacking sound as Martin's fingers parted the wet lips and immediately afterwards Marilyn moaned briefly as the tip of his finger reached her clit.
Martin kept his finger on her clit and with gentle circular motions began to tease this woman's sensitive spot. Marilyn responded immediately.
She felt the arousal emanating from her crotch, from these careful touches, her breath deepened and finally came only intermittently, while she was already quickly feeling the tingling and pulling she knew so well.
But then it came over her surprisingly quickly. Her legs slumped and she almost lost her footing as she came with a long yelp. Normally she was quiet, gasping and maybe moaning a little when she reached a climax, but now the gasp had turned into a loud cry, more of a groan that surprised herself.
Martin felt her legs begin to tremble, her labia suddenly fill up and just as Marilyn moaned out her orgasm with a loud "UUaahhhh", his finger and hand were covered in a gush of liquid.
Only slowly did Marilyn regain her composure and then looked into his eyes with a sweaty but still aroused face. While he was watching her, he then suddenly felt something close around his cock and now also began to slowly massage his spear.
This treatment automatically triggered a rapid increase in Martin's arousal as well.
He too now began to breathe irregularly and heavily, visibly enjoying the treatment on his sex, while at the same time making an effort to continue pleasuring Marilyn with his finger.
But then he could hold back no longer. His hand continued forward and his finger plunged into Marilyn's hot, soft and above all wet sex.
When his fingers found her entrance, Marilyn stopped massaging his cock for a moment and concentrated on his fingers, which now sought their way into her cavity and then began to thrust into her as far as the position would allow.
"I want more! Martin, I want....." she moaned into Martin's ear.
And Martin wanted more now too. His cock was stretched to bursting and he wanted nothing more now than to sink that cock into the warmth of Marilyn and feel her heat and tightness.
The desire to be united with this woman was almost like a longing.
But on the other hand, he was afraid that he would probably climax very quickly. He had been deprived of love for too long and everything in his body was now all the more tense, even overstimulated.
But he didn't want to go as far as the bedroom. He took Marilyn by the hand and pulled her towards a chair that stood at the edge of the room.
Before he sat down, he hugged Marilyn again, pulled her close to him, enjoyed the contact of her breasts with his chest and his sex against her belly, and kissed her tenderly on her mouth.
Then Martin sat down on the chair with a quivering heart. His cock stood up like a mast, now awaiting the cavern that would rise over it.
Marilyn understood She spread her legs even wider, and then stood over Martin's cock.
Then she lowered her pelvis and directed her love cleft directly over Martin's spearhead. When she felt his cock against her sex, she reached between her legs, guided the tip of the cock directly to her portal, and then slowly lowered herself onto it.
The plump glans parted her labia and plunged unresistingly into her hot grotto. She felt her vagina stretch and Martin` piston drive deep into her belly, stretching and filling her in a pleasant, delightful way.
And just as she felt the tip of his cock touch her womb deep inside her, she had sucked his cock all the way up her cavity.
Martin's hands settled on her hips as if to hold her in place, while Marilyn leaned forward and the two pressed against each other for another kiss.
While Marilyn enjoyed the kisses, but most of all Martin's cock in her grotto, she again wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him.
She didn't just want to feel him inside her, no, she wanted to feel his warmth, his lips, his whole body and his affection for her...
He had got up long before Norman, showered and then had breakfast with his son. Immediately afterwards the house bell went. When Martin led his mother-in-law into the kitchen, where Norman was already waiting for his grandmother with his things, she eyed him very strangely at first.
"You're already showered?"
"Yes, why not?"
"I thought you had to work first?"
"Yes, but that's why I can't go there as a stinker!"
She grimaced smugly, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "If you go to help move with that look on your face, you'll have to become a mover!"
Then she started laughing heartily, while Martin somehow stood beside her, completely dazed. Did this woman and this new happiness already show on his face? Even as she packed up the things for her grandson, she was still grinning up to her ears.
And when she finally pushed Norman out the door, she turned around once more.
"I wish you every success. You can't stay alone forever!" Then she disappeared through the door.
"I wish you that too!"
Martin was sitting in the restaurant almost a quarter of an hour before the appointed time. He simply couldn't wait any longer. Though he now had the problem of stalling the waitress until Marilyn arrived, it was doable.
Finally he saw her come in. Somehow he was excited, like on a first date.
His stomach began to tingle and his hands started to sweat.
Gallantly, he stood up, helped her take off her jacket, adjusted her chair and then took the jacket to the cloakroom.
When he returned, she smiled at him, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome!" Marilyn found herself flattered but a little unsure.
She wondered if Robert had ever been tempted to make this gesture before, but couldn't remember. And somehow the question was on the tip of her tongue whether Martin always behaved like this towards women, or whether it was just new love.
In the end, however, she didn't think about it any further, although she was still very flattered by the gesture.
They both ordered coffee and began to talk. Martin was now mainly interested in her relationship with her husband, while Marilyn wanted to know a few things about his late wife and son.
When the coffee came and they both reached for the sugar bowl, their fingers happened to touch. Both looked into each other's eyes, almost startled, but did not withdraw their hands.
Instead, a wordless game of the two hands began. While they looked at each other, their fingers, their hands, played with each other, caressed each other, gently ran over each other's hand and fingers and soaked up the warmth.
At some point Marilyn said she would like to use the sugar bowl after all, because otherwise the coffee would get cold and the sugar would be wasted anyway. Both of them had to laugh so loudly that they were afraid of attracting attention and indeed some of the guests looked at their table. But even after everyone had taken the sugar for their coffee, their hands met again on the table, gently and carefully touching and caressing each other.
Finally Martin paid the bill: "If you want, I'd be happy to invite you to my place. We'd have a free house, so to speak!"
Marilyn leaned over to Martin with a grin, "I hope you don't have a stamp collection!"
"And even if I did, there's no way I'd show it to you today!"
„Schade! Dann werden wir uns wohl mit etwas anderem die Zeit vertreiben müssen.“
„Ich denke, mir wird da schon was einfallen.“
„Das hoffe ich doch!“
Damit hatten sie es plötzlich sehr eilig, das Kaffee zu verlassen. Martin half Marilyn erneut in ihre Winterjacke und dieses Mal schlenderten sie nicht gemütlich durch die Stadt, sondern gingen nun sehr flott zu Martin Haus.
Als Marilyn eintrat, sah sie sich um. Als sie am Weihnachtsfeiertag zu diesem Kaffee in der Wohnung war, hatte sie eigentlich auf die Wohnung kaum geachtet.
Die Wohnung schien ordentlich und aufgeräumt. Kurz kam ihr wieder Robert in den Sinn. Sie war sich sicher, dass ihr Mann eine Wohnung nie würde so in Ordnung halten können.
Martin nahm ihr die Jacke ab, hängte sie in die Garderobe, daneben die seine. Dann führte er Marilyn ins Wohnzimmer: „Gefällt es Dir?“
„Ja“, gab sie zurück, „Dein Geschmack gefällt mir. Du hast die Wohnung ganz toll eingerichtet. Letztes Mal hab ich mich nur auf den warmen Kaffee gefreut und kaum auf die Wohnung geachtet, aber ich finde, dass es hier ziemlich gemütlich ist.“
Sie fühlte Martin Hände auf ihren Schultern, fühlte wie die Hände sie herumdrehten, worauf sie sich gerne einließ.
Dann sahen sie sich in die Augen.
„Klar hab ich einen guten Geschmack“, er lächelte sie an, „sonst hätte ich auch nicht dich hier hergebracht!“
„Schmeichler!“
Sie wollte noch etwas sagen, kam aber nicht mehr dazu, weil sich Martin Lippen auf die ihren gelegt hatten.
Zunächst sanft, dann immer fordernder begannen sie sich zu küssen. Bald trafen sich ihre Zungen und beide genossen die Berührungen, den Kontakt der anderen Lippen und das manchmal sanfte, dann wieder heftigere Ringen ihrer Zungen.
Aber auch allein die Nähe des anderen, das Gefühl den anderen an sich zu spüren, ließ beiden einen wohligen Schauer durch e Körper gleiten.
Die Hände gingen auf Wanderschaft, streichelten zart, dann fester über den Rücken des jeweils anderen, strichen dann wieder zart über den Kopf und die Haare, streichelten zart über die Backen und die Ohren um dann wieder den anderen Körper zu erforschen.
Martin spürte, wie die Erregung in ihm stieg und es in seiner Hose immer enger wurde. Er hatte nun seit einem Jahr keinen Sex mehr mit einer Frau gehabt und so intensiv war nun das Verlangen danach. Aber war es nicht zu früh? Würde er jetzt nicht vielleicht vieles zerstören, wenn er jetzt zu aufdringlich wäre?
Marilyn spürte das Verlangen in ihr. Sie erinnerte sich wieder an ihr Spiel auf der Couch und zwischen ihren Beinen begann es heftig zu kribbeln. Ja, sie hatte jetzt Lust auf Sex, Sex mit diesem Mann, den sie erst ein paar Tage kannte.
Aber was würde er von ihr denken, wenn sie ihn jetzt schon mit ihm in die Kiste steigen würde? Sie glaubte zwar nicht, dass sie dann eine von vielen wäre, aber was würde Martin von ihr denken, wenn sie sich ihm schon so bald hingab?
Auch wenn sie nun große Lust hatte mit diesem Mann ins Bett zu gehen, so blieb doch eine gewisse Angst davor, nun etwas falsch zu machen.
Doch dann fühlte sie etwas, was hart gegen ihren Bauch drückte. Sie drängte sich etwas fester dagegen, rieb ihre Scham daran und genoss die Berührung, die zwar auf der einen Seite die Glut in ihr weiter anfachte, auf der anderen Seite auch eine gewisse Genugtuung brachte. Und vor allem konnte sie sehen, wie Martin reagierte.
Martin, of course, felt Marilyn pressing up against him and pushing her belly against his erect piston.
At first he was tempted to push his pelvis backwards to avoid embarrassment, but the rubbing excited him and it was like a desire to savour the sensation further.
Moreover, he was slowly coming to the realisation that her rubbing was not accidental but probably quite deliberate.
She didn't push her body against him insistently, but the pressure against his bulge remained constant and she could have easily avoided it.
Finally Martin could no longer hold back. While he kept his mouth on hers and they continued to cuddle, his hands reached between their bodies, his fingers found the buttons of her dress and one button after another came undone.
Marilyn gladly let him do it and with each button that opened, with each little inch that the dress gaped wider, her arousal grew.
When he finally opened all the buttons and slowly slid the dress over her shoulders, she would have liked to eat him right here on the carpet.
"I think you're still wearing too much!" she teased him. Martin smiled at her and then began to undress herself while Marilyn herself undid her bra and let it fall to the floor as well as her panties afterwards.
Martin could not take his eyes off this woman.
As he removed his clothes, his gaze lingered on her breasts.
They were firm, although they were a considerable size. Her nipples also impressed him. They stood out steeply and darkly coloured from her breasts and he was already looking forward to feeling them later and taking them in his mouth.
Her body was exactly as he had imagined: although she had a womanly figure, her skin was smooth and firm.
It was obvious that she exercised regularly. Between her legs, which she had spread slightly, a few dark curls peeked out, as did the beginnings of her labia. Finally, Martin had also undressed completely and now stood naked opposite this woman.
At first they looked at each other curiously until Marilyn then approached Martin. When she stood in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed herself against him and began to kiss him passionately again.
She felt the hard, erect penis against her belly and pubic area and began to gently rub her belly against it in a circular motion.
Martin now in turn embraced the woman standing in front of him and pressed her against his chest at the same time. He felt her nipples pressing against his skin, felt her soft breasts, warm to the touch, while at the same time his cock was gently massaged against her belly.
As they kissed, surrendering to the pleasant, arousing feeling of closeness to each other, they also allowed their sexual tension to continue to rise, but also at the same time to allow a kind of soothing sense of well-being of affection to arise within them.
But then Martin let go of Marilyn and took a step back, grasping Marilyn's hands that had slipped off his shoulder.
He looked her in the eye: "Do you really want it? I mean, you are bound. If you said no right now, I'd understand."
Marilyn spoke softly and visibly agitated, "No, I want it. I even desire it!"
Martin gave Marilyn some more time, but then opened his hand and let Marilyn's hand slide out of his with it, then gently stroked her flushed cheeks.
Then his hand slowly and tenderly slid further down. It touched her neck, then gently stroked her breasts in circles, gently rubbed her erect nipples and then slid further down over her belly until it reached her pubic area.
When Martin slid a finger between her thighs and reached the front of her sex, Marilyn winced with arousal. Her heart began to pound and she felt a heat in her head as if she had a strong fever.
Not taking her eyes off him, she opened her legs a little wider to give Martin better access to her sex. They both heard the soft smacking sound as Martin's fingers parted the wet lips and immediately afterwards Marilyn moaned briefly as the tip of his finger reached her clit.
Martin kept his finger on her clit and with gentle circular motions began to tease this woman's sensitive spot. Marilyn responded immediately.
She felt the arousal emanating from her crotch, from these careful touches, her breath deepened and finally came only intermittently, while she was already quickly feeling the tingling and pulling she knew so well.
But then it came over her surprisingly quickly. Her legs slumped and she almost lost her footing as she came with a long yelp. Normally she was quiet, gasping and maybe moaning a little when she reached a climax, but now the gasp had turned into a loud cry, more of a groan that surprised herself.
Martin felt her legs begin to tremble, her labia suddenly fill up and just as Marilyn moaned out her orgasm with a loud "UUaahhhh", his finger and hand were covered in a gush of liquid.
Only slowly did Marilyn regain her composure and then looked into his eyes with a sweaty but still aroused face. While he was watching her, he then suddenly felt something close around his cock and now also began to slowly massage his spear.
This treatment automatically triggered a rapid increase in Martin's arousal as well.
He too now began to breathe irregularly and heavily, visibly enjoying the treatment on his sex, while at the same time making an effort to continue pleasuring Marilyn with his finger.
But then he could hold back no longer. His hand continued forward and his finger plunged into Marilyn's hot, soft and above all wet sex.
When his fingers found her entrance, Marilyn stopped massaging his cock for a moment and concentrated on his fingers, which now sought their way into her cavity and then began to thrust into her as far as the position would allow.
"I want more! Martin, I want....." she moaned into Martin's ear.
And Martin wanted more now too. His cock was stretched to bursting and he wanted nothing more now than to sink that cock into the warmth of Marilyn and feel her heat and tightness.
The desire to be united with this woman was almost like a longing.
But on the other hand, he was afraid that he would probably climax very quickly. He had been deprived of love for too long and everything in his body was now all the more tense, even overstimulated.
But he didn't want to go as far as the bedroom. He took Marilyn by the hand and pulled her towards a chair that stood at the edge of the room.
Before he sat down, he hugged Marilyn again, pulled her close to him, enjoyed the contact of her breasts with his chest and his sex against her belly, and kissed her tenderly on her mouth.
Then Martin sat down on the chair with a quivering heart. His cock stood up like a mast, now awaiting the cavern that would rise over it.
Marilyn understood She spread her legs even wider, and then stood over Martin's cock.
Then she lowered her pelvis and directed her love cleft directly over Martin's spearhead. When she felt his cock against her sex, she reached between her legs, guided the tip of the cock directly to her portal, and then slowly lowered herself onto it.
The plump glans parted her labia and plunged unresistingly into her hot grotto. She felt her vagina stretch and Martin` piston drive deep into her belly, stretching and filling her in a pleasant, delightful way.
And just as she felt the tip of his cock touch her womb deep inside her, she had sucked his cock all the way up her cavity.
Martin's hands settled on her hips as if to hold her in place, while Marilyn leaned forward and the two pressed against each other for another kiss.
While Marilyn enjoyed the kisses, but most of all Martin's cock in her grotto, she again wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him.
She didn't just want to feel him inside her, no, she wanted to feel his warmth, his lips, his whole body and his affection for her...
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