Sunny morning

Today I woke up with the feeling that you are next to me. It seemed like I could feel the warmth of your young, beautiful body. I see your beautiful, happy eyes. Your charming, sweet smile. You stretched erotically, femininely on our marital bed, yawned sweetly and asked. Did you dream of anything, darling? — I dreamed of you, my dear. I dreamed of our first wedding night… Back then we were too young, clumsy, inexperienced. Yes… you taught me so much, my love. But I still can't get used to your voice, to your gentle, languid whisper in my maiden ear. I can't get used to the words of love that flow from your lips in an endless stream of love.

For me, they babble like a spring on a hot summer day, where you can lie down, rest, quench your thirst, and listen to the soothing sound of loving words. It's so pleasant, so wonderful for me, my love, to be near you, so good that I want to give back words, tender caresses. And even though I am a woman… already quite experienced in matters of love… I still feel shy about telling you words of love. Your hand slipped under the blanket, warmly stroked my thigh, touched my cock. You begin to play with it, uncovering and covering the head. It is still flexible, obedient, soft.

You take it in your fist, gently squeeze it, massage it. You feel it coming to life. Waking up, and with it, your desire awakens, your feelings awaken. You feel it gaining masculine strength. How it matures, how it becomes hard, firm, weighty. It becomes so big that it doesn't fit in your fist. The head has swollen. It has become purplish-red. Filled with blood, masculine power. It is huge. It is beautiful in its splendor, its might. Your chest aches. Your breath catches. Breathing rapidly, squeezing the thick, long shaft, you move your hand, clenched in a fist, along it. You touch it with the back of your hand. And these touches are pleasant to you! You look at the risen beauty, involuntarily lick your lips. You kneel between my legs. I spread them wider. You begin to play with my elephant. Grasping it with both hands, you run its hot head over your rounded shoulders, neck, behind your ear. You kiss my stomach, my chest. Your hands squeeze the cock, continuously moving along it. You play with your nipples with the head, tracing around them, drawing intricate patterns. The arousal is immense! In your eyes, it grows like yeast.

And now, like a formidable, huge vibrator, you play with it on your breast. The arousal is immense, passion fills you! You lick your sweet, juicy lips and they cover my hard, powerful cock, moving softly along it, up and down the entire shaft. Your tongue plays with the frenulum of the head, teasing. Moist, plump lips slide pleasantly along the entire rod. Tender feminine hands, grasping the shaft with both palms, press it against my body, right against my navel. You greedily kiss under my balls. Glancing into my eyes, you begin to swallow them. You watch me. Watch my reaction. Closing my eyes, I melt, turning into an object of pleasure. Giving these magical caresses, you yourself become passionately aroused, turning into an affectionate, purring kitten. Your mouth swallows the balls, releases them, your lips kiss them loudly. Pleasure, passion, and desire fill you.

Your lower abdomen fills with blood, your nipples harden. Passion, desire, the strongest sexual attraction temporarily shut off your consciousness and you turn into an unbridled, fierce tigress, playing with her prey, her quarry. I am the prey. I am completely in your power. I am entirely in your hands. (Erotic stories) Playing with your quarry, you slap your cheeks, your moist, plump, pink lips with it. Unable to resist the temptation, your mouth, like the gates of paradise, takes it into its embrace. You feel how mighty it is, how tense, how the veins pulse. Completely surrendering to your feelings, carried away by the exquisite blowjob, becoming more and more aroused, you feel that you are coming yourself. Your hands recklessly run over my body, squeeze my buttocks, dig your nails into them. I feel your hot breath, hear your moan breaking through. The cock goes deeper and deeper. You encircle it with the tight ring of your lips. You feel its trembling, its pulsations. The slightly salty taste of fresh semen, the harbinger of my orgasm. You suck more energetically, take it in deeper, deeper and deeper. The stream of fluid is about to burst forth, but you don't stop caressing me.

I stroke your shoulders, the tender skin of your neck. With my eyes, I beg you, don't stop! Please, a little more, just a few more seconds. For me, bliss is coming, an otherworldly paradise. I want it to last forever. You feel that it's about to happen. That it will explode, discharge in billions of splashes. Explode like a powerful volcano. Tightly squeezing, you hold it under the balls. You feel how they have tightened. You feel how it has tensed, how the entire instrument is pulsating. How inside the shaft a turbulent stream of fluid begins to move. You feel the hot moisture in your mouth. The sweet juice of love. You moan in heavenly pleasure, drinking the last drops of the life-giving fluid. I open my eyes. I see your sly, studying gaze. Seeing droplets of clear liquid in the corners of your beautiful lips, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow in the rays of the morning sunlight, I smile, admiring your beauty. I kiss your lips, your neck, stroke your back, your firm buttocks. Drawing you closer, I whisper in a quiet, languid voice right into your ear. — My love! Our sunny morning is just beginning…