At the mirror

It's been 18 years now, and I still can't get enough of looking at you. Of admiring your beauty. Your beautiful female body. My love! When I look at you, look into your eyes, my heart involuntarily starts beating faster. I remember our first kiss. God, how clumsily I kissed you back then. But for some reason, I remember that very first one to this day. My memory holds the scent of your body, your lips. And that wonderfully surprised look.

Saying these words, I look into the mirror's reflection. I look and admire you, your beautiful body, removing the robe from your shoulders, baring your breasts, pouring cosmetic oil into my palms. Warming it with the heat of my hands,

I begin to rub it into your body. Your velvety skin. In the reflection of the daylight, it begins to shine.

I rub it into your skin, pleasantly caressing your breasts, letting your nipples slip between my fingers. I feel how you react to my caresses, how your nipples harden. How your desire grows. I rub the oil under your ribs, smoothly descending to your navel. Slowly, my palms rise upward, lifting and squeezing your breasts. The back of my hand lightly touches the tips of your nipples. I feel that this touch excites you very much.

Getting excited, looking into my eyes in the mirror's reflection, you take the bottle of oil and pour it over your shoulders. My palms immediately begin to rub it into your skin, embracing, caressing the roundness of your feminine shoulders. I rub it into your neck. Behind your ear. Your body shines in the rays of daylight. I continue and continue this erotic massage.

My dear! My most beloved person in the world! You are my Sun! All the girls, all those stars, pale when you appear among them. For me, you are like the dawn. A bright sunrise. You instill in me love, love for life. For you, my beloved, my only girl.

For me, and only for me, you are the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world. Your eyes! They are charming. When I look into them, I perish. I drown in a bottomless ocean of love. I want to dissolve, entering the boundless universe of your tenderness and affection.

My love! Look at your body. It is beautiful! It breathes happiness. Look how beautifully your breasts are lifted. How your nipples have swollen. How tenderly my hands caress them. They excite. They give tenderness. Let's pour a little more oil on your legs. On your slender legs. Let's cover your thighs with it. Let's rub it between your thighs. How I love to stroke inside them. Touching your little flower. That beautiful little bud of love. I love to watch its petals open.

Whispering all this into your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair, my fingers open your labia. Slide along them. Caress your clitoris. Penetrate inside. Tease. Excite. Stroke. Pleasantly massage, warming the entire excited pussy.

Look how beautiful she is! Kissing your neck, I open her folds wide. How I want to enter her! Into this fragrant flower of love! This little bud of passion! I want to feel its scent. Feel your desire. I want to possess you! You, the most beautiful woman in the world! I feel you melting. Your body is relaxed. Listening to my words, you turn your head. Kiss my lips. We stand facing each other. Our house robes are at our feet. We are in Adam and Eve's costumes. Silently taking my hand, you lead me to the bed. You sit on the edge. I am at your feet. I spread your beautiful legs. Your hands are on my head. Your fingers tousle my soft black hair. My tongue works tirelessly. Hurries up and down. Penetrates inside. It stings, then licks, intensifying our mutual desires.

Attraction grows. Your firm buttocks lift upward, your legs come together and then sharply spread apart again. And then squeeze together again. You cannot resist your desire. I forcibly spread your thighs, sink my lips into the pussy flowing with juices. I practically suck it out. You try to break free, but my hands, supporting your hips, squeezing your buttocks, don't allow you to slip out of the strong embrace. Continuing to devour her with my wet lips, giving you fierce caresses, you moan loudly and, exhausted, letting out a loud cry, unexpectedly shoot a stream of colorless liquid into my face.

And, as if frightened by your transgression, bringing my face closer to yours, you kiss my lips, cheeks, removing the traces of your crime.

Seizing the moment, I sharply enter the wet tightness of the little cave. From the surprise, arching your back, you end up on your shoulder blades. I scoop you up by the waist and seat you more firmly.

Sitting on the bed, bending my knees, firmly supporting you by the waist, I rock the boat of our love. Wrapping your legs around my back, you help me with this. (Specially for etales.ru — .org) You tease, caressing your breasts, pinching your sharp nipples, stroking your clitoris. We have been together for so many years that we sensitively catch each other's desires. Realizing that I am close to eruption, you rise up, sitting on top of me. You forcefully press my face between your magnificent breasts (you know I love it exactly like this) and finish the final chords of our slow, rhythmic waltz of love.

You finish sensually, beautifully. Having reached the peak of pleasure, I discharge into the depths of the cozy womb. The vaginal walls encircle it with a tight ring inside themselves. Squeezing and relaxing, they squeeze out and absorb the last drops of life-giving fluid.

Straightening my knees, I lie on my back. Kissing my lips, you lie down on top. Your body seems to have grown into mine. I am inside you. I enjoy stroking your back, thighs, firm buttocks, listening to your declaration of love, on this ordinary, yet such a wonderful Sunday morning.