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Authors: S. W. Frank

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She arched her toes and drew
her
leg
s
up on the bed
and shimmied out of
her panties,
then sat forward to remove the short camisole
and
toss
ed
it at his feet with a wicked tug of a smile. She slithered to the edge of the mattress
watching him beneath half-closed eyes
then her hands
traveled
from her calves
up
to
her
thighs
as she purred
his name
.

Mesmerized
by the action
he followed the manicured
fingers
as they
slithered
between her
legs and
her fingers delicately
began
massag
ing
her clit
.

Alfonzo swallowed hard.

The other hand joined and she caressed and kneaded the double folds of shimmery flesh and his hands
suddenly mal
function
ed
and he fumbled with his clothes like an uncoordinated kid.

Selange
stretched her legs wide
r
to give him a
v
isual of
her fingers inserting
in and out of
her secondary
lips
and the rush
to be free of his clothes heightened.

Goddamn,
this
belt buckle
!

He cursed
obscenities as his body caught on fire
.

S
he
moan
ed
during the titillating exhibition
and
he
nearly
tripped
wrestling his
foot
loose from the
trouser
and recovered
without appear
ing as a
novice
. When
he dropped his boxers he
was
hard
as stone.
A
n
opaque
bubble appeared at his
tip
and he
cupped
his corona,
anxious to consummate before
it
dripped
to
the
floor
.

The same way that the stars adorn the skies
,

Now look up sugar!

The same way that my whole worlds' in your eyes
,

Ooooh
and it's time now
,

Just let
,

Let my love oooo
h
Baby
.
.
.

He made it to the bed and
Selange
withdrew
her
glistening
fingers giving him
an
unobstructed entry
to
her feminine door.
On
ly partially
in, h
is
engorged skin
throbbed so violently inside
the lubricated
foyer
, he let out a loud
grunt.
He made it just in time for the bridge which
was
also the conclusion to the romantic
canción.

Let, let, let it just adorn,

You got to know baby,

Oh you got to know,

That I adore you yea
h
,

Oh love
'
aint
never looked so good on ya

,

Oh put it on baby,

Let my love adorn... You
.

The woman
held his
pipe
tight
in a
liquid sponge and contract
ed
those loving
muscles
then
spread
lubricants up and down his shaft.
T
he
overwhelming
sensation
sent
prickles
throughout his limbs
and he
propell
ed forward
into her unseen tunnel
. His dick was a prospector mining
her
pussy for gold.

Selange’s
legs
clamped
around his waist and
he tried to avoid contact with her bandaged arm
as
he bowed his
inked trunk
to
suck
her
nipple
s
that s
train
ed
toward his mouth
. His desire was to taste
every
inch
of her.

She was cinnamon and butter, delicious and unbelievably
intoxicating
.

Another
slow tune
filled the air and the
woman’s
love made him want to sing right along with the
song, but he couldn’t sing for shit and
he
danced
instead
.
The tempo was
slow and
sensual
with thrusting pelvi
c
action
, swiveling hips and provocative teasing
of her breasts with his tongue. Her body was music, letting hi
m
lead
, yet in step.
It’s
the sound of her whis
per in his ear, calling him darling
and confessing her love that soothed him like a sweet
canci
ó
n
.

Alfonzo’s
hands
traveled adoringly around the curvature of her
supple
brown breasts
while trailing
kisses
the length of
her neck. His
hot
kisses
to her body elicited several whimpers and she bit her lip
and
became thermal skin as if ingesting a toxic, yet pleasurable drug.

Tonight
he desired a
n
unhu
rried union because he needed
slow heat to burn
the
sadness out.
Alberti was
dead and he needed life
during this hour of strife. She
had no idea
how
difficult it
was keep
ing
his emotions in check for the sake of the family. Too many funerals
became a
revolving door. Her love was life and he wanted more
and more and fucking more!

He mourned Alberti
and she
eased the pain
.
Selange’s
loving warmth cloak
ed
him
tight and
the sadness dissipate
d and
unleashed a torrential love storm.

Alfonzo
moved her plaint body as effortlessly as a maestro conducts an orchestra
. He
withdr
ew
from her interior,
and then
roll
ed
her over
,
lift her stomach
,
directing her to her knees
then
enter
ed
through t
he backdoor
.
Her palms
pushed
against
the
pillows
and she rolled
her ass in pace with his thrusts
. The
moan
s
and gasp
s were
musical
notes
to his ears. A
naughty grin
crossed
his face
because
hell,
he couldn’t seem to get enough.

He stroked her spine as it bowed
then
lean
ed from behind
to
cup her breasts
and lick
ed
her
from
shoulder
to spine
while
g
iving her a
pussy massage.

Alfonzo’s muscles
moved her body,
rocking
her
upward and downward
during
each
penile caress.
S
elange
moaned
at the
fullness
and
rotat
ed
in
sync
. The circular motions of his thumbs
on her areolae
,
the
masculine
fingers squeez
ing her breasts
and internal rubbing
caused an, “
Ooooh

Ooooh
…ummmm
…honey.

These were h
i
gh
carnal praises
for
her honey’s skill.

Words were insufficient to describe the erotic sensation being linked
flesh to skin with h
er.
He could die
making love to
Selange
and consider himself the luckiest man in hell.

It took very little strength to maneuver her into
a frontal
position
. She
was lithe and eager, almost climbing his torso at times in response. The moisture from his body greased her down, his hand pressed her shoulder to keep her still and he pushed with such intensity
back into her wetness
she squealed.

Her head lifted
and
her long
hair draped her shoulders as the melody of his body took firm
hold
.
She attempted to re
verse
positions but wasn’t strong enough
to budge
the
passionate
man with hunger in every bone
. He wanted to lead this ero
tic dance and gripped her waist
,
spread
ing
her legs wider with his knees and gave her nowhere to run except toward him. And every time she retracted he
r
ass, he went forward
, deep in
side
her canal,
rapidly
prospecting his honey and delight
ing when her
liquid sugar clung on.

She panted, moaned and cooed all at once.
T
he
vibrations
from her epicenter crescendoed into
an immeasurable timbre causing
violent
tremors
and her cream flowed in
a
long
fluid
rush.
The contact of bodies was far beyond
an
herb buzz. He was on some goddamn
Selange high
. He
made her entire body
quiver but did not
withdraw;
i
nstead,
his insatiable
addiction
caused him to
fuck her more.

She became liquid and
its
then he
retract
ed
to
orally worship his Queen.
Each
lingual touch across
her clitoris sent her legs in a wiggle
then
languid limbs gave in to his demanding mouth
knowing she could do nothing but quake from the orgasmic sensation caused by his tongue.

He’d
promised to love her good tonight and sought to deliver.
Both of her hands clutched his shoulders and then frantically gripped his head. He
was
focused
on pleasuring her
and refused to come out.

When she pulled at his shoulders and called his name, he gave each thigh a quick kiss
and with the
flexibility
of an athlete
went
into a push-
up position and satiated his Selange appetite by giving his dick a warm wet home.

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