The other night he kissed my mouth with soft and pliant strokes, a special occasion. He ran his hands over my body and slid down between my legs and gently chewed on my black lace panties.
I squeezed the cock hot and thick in my hand and it pulsed a little. I told him I wished I was up for fucking. He hugged me and said it was ok. I wasn't sure if I should try, but I decided to grab my Hitachi. His eyes lit up.
The Neighbor lay across my bed, his arm wrapped around me as I splayed my fingers through his silky chest hair. I was relaxed, sleepy, sated from a long weekend of adult frolicking on roller coasters and in our beds. "I want to have sex every day for a week," he said out of no where. "Maybe even 8 days, like last time."
I lay on my back and my lashes fluttered, the ceiling fan silently whirred. I briefly thought, "I need to dust," and then was jerked back by his soft tongue lapping at my pussy. My newly shaved bare pussy.
To get The Neighbor to cum I have to do an elaborate dance of tension, pressure, sensuality, and stamina. It is not for the faint of heart. My neck hurts, my arms, my mouth will feel drawn and tight. But I persevere because I love him and I love his cock.
"If you're ever up for it, I'd really like to cross something off my Sexual Bucket List."
"Mmmhmm," he said, his hands on my skin traced secret letters.
"Yeah, I'd like to have sex every day for a week." He looked over at me, intrigued. "I've never done that before."
"That's right baby, show me those tits." He watched me beyond the end of the bed as if I were on stage; I clenched every core muscle I owned and stood up straight and smiled as I reached behind me to unhook my bra, trying to look nonchalant and confident. His eyes followed my every move as I tried to morph my body into that of a lithe dancer's: arch my back, pull my shoulders back, face the audience, be lean and beautiful.
After the movie, we went home, to my home, and peeled off our clothes, found each other in the darkness, and flew away on the wings of his giant, magical cock. He mounted me like a rutting animal and pinned me to the mattress until my head swam with many orgasmic fireflies. "You're such a good girl, Hy," he growled.
He loves under boob.
My eyes were tightly shut, my breasts swung, my hand gripped his giant, hot erection, and my mouth enveloped his lollipop cock.
His erection sprung free and I growled a little as I grabbed it with both hands, the head neatly available for my mouth. I tucked it in between my lips and savored its clean taste and warm, smooth head. He moaned and pressed towards me.
"You look so hot right now," he said looking down at me from between my calves. "You're like a little sex package."
His cock, buried deep inside of me twitched and then he pushed in deeper. I gasped and fluttered my eyes up at him. "I feel more like a sex pretzel," I replied and pushed back against him from my grip on the headboard.
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