Sexy lingerie was one of Dick's hamartia. As far as Dick was concerned, there was nothing more quintessentially feminine than lace and satin. The corset wrapped around Constance's svelte frame setting off her tiny waist against her sexy hips. Dick visualised a delectable box of sweets wrapped in red lace and ribbons.
Dick denuded. They kissed. Her body pressed against his. His hardness pressed back against her. Dick's physical desire was telling and Constance had no difficulty in reading it. She responded by lowering her mouth to meet his excitement.
Dick denuded. They kissed. Her body pressed against his. His hardness pressed back against her. Dick's physical desire was telling and Constance had no difficulty in reading it. She responded by lowering her mouth to meet his excitement.
Dick gasped at the feel of being inside her mouth. A thrillful shiver travelling down his spine. His sensitivity heightened at the sight of Constance on her knees between his legs. Her face buried in his lap and flowing locks cast about his body.
Constance held a steady pace. Dispensing incredible waves of pleasure with each gentle bob of her head. He held her head gently. There was no need to guide her for she knew exactly what she was doing. It was more for the simple pleasure of touching her. He gently stroked her hair, allowing the soft strands to run between his fingers.
Constance's devine fellatio skills, soon brought Dick to the precipice. He knew it was time to return the favour.
He rolled Constance onto her back. Her diminutive form nestled amongst the folds and crests of the soft Egyptian sheets. The peek-a-boo panties were removed, but the corset was retained.
Dick was hungry for cunnilingus and greedily devoured her clean, hairless pussy. The taste was sweet and the scent hypnotic. Constance's crotch quickly becoming soaked in a cocktail of their juices.
Constance's breath became frenetic and laboured. A tumult of deep pleasurable moans intermingling with the sounds of Van Morrison.
The sweets sounds of sex are the best kind of music. Dick thought to himself.
Constance's body became hyperkinetic. Her back arching, her hips bucking wildly as Dick's tongue worked furiously between the delicious interstice of Constance's thighs.
The cunnilingus was delightfully interminable. His stalwart efforts, however, did not result in a orgasmic release for Constance. A disappoint for Dick. Something he felt he was obliged to rectify in the future. But right now, he really wanted to fuck Constance.
But Constance had other ideas. They exchanged position and she straddled him. Dick struggled to remove the complicated corset. Fingers fumbling for the clasps. With Constance's assistance it was eventually removed, to reveal a pair of small pert breasts topped by the cutest erect nipples.
She eased herself onto his cock. Reaching full penetration, she brought herself back to the zenith for another full stroke. Then the sex got slightly rough. Constance began to ride Dick hard. With both palms on the bed head, she pushed back onto him hard with each stroke.
Constance held a steady pace. Dispensing incredible waves of pleasure with each gentle bob of her head. He held her head gently. There was no need to guide her for she knew exactly what she was doing. It was more for the simple pleasure of touching her. He gently stroked her hair, allowing the soft strands to run between his fingers.
Constance's devine fellatio skills, soon brought Dick to the precipice. He knew it was time to return the favour.
He rolled Constance onto her back. Her diminutive form nestled amongst the folds and crests of the soft Egyptian sheets. The peek-a-boo panties were removed, but the corset was retained.
Dick was hungry for cunnilingus and greedily devoured her clean, hairless pussy. The taste was sweet and the scent hypnotic. Constance's crotch quickly becoming soaked in a cocktail of their juices.
Constance's breath became frenetic and laboured. A tumult of deep pleasurable moans intermingling with the sounds of Van Morrison.
The sweets sounds of sex are the best kind of music. Dick thought to himself.
Constance's body became hyperkinetic. Her back arching, her hips bucking wildly as Dick's tongue worked furiously between the delicious interstice of Constance's thighs.
The cunnilingus was delightfully interminable. His stalwart efforts, however, did not result in a orgasmic release for Constance. A disappoint for Dick. Something he felt he was obliged to rectify in the future. But right now, he really wanted to fuck Constance.
But Constance had other ideas. They exchanged position and she straddled him. Dick struggled to remove the complicated corset. Fingers fumbling for the clasps. With Constance's assistance it was eventually removed, to reveal a pair of small pert breasts topped by the cutest erect nipples.
She eased herself onto his cock. Reaching full penetration, she brought herself back to the zenith for another full stroke. Then the sex got slightly rough. Constance began to ride Dick hard. With both palms on the bed head, she pushed back onto him hard with each stroke.
They switched to missionary. Constance drew her knees high for maximum penetration. Grasping both of Dick buttocks firmly, she pulled him into herself in earnest. It was lasting pleasure and hard work.
Dick withdrew. He hopped off the bed and stepped towards the desk. Hand outstretched for Constance to join him. She did.
She turned her back to him and bent over, stomach flat to the desktop. Her arms embracing the flat surface. Her hands clasping around the edges. Her buttocks were firm, pert and perky. A tattoo of a flowing dragon in flight hugging the contours down one side of her back.
Dick took hold of her young hips and entered Constance from behind. Constance groaned and reached around to grab Dick's butt cheek and pulled him into yearning pussy firmly. Dick responded and started to fuck Constance hard. The lamp sitting upon the desk began shaking violently with each forceful stroke. Constance's appetite was insatiable.
Dick pulled out of her again and moved to the swivel chair. Constance mounted him for a chair fuck. She straddled him in a squat, both feet on the chair on either side of Dick. He could enjoy the pleasure of being face to face with Constance. To kiss her while she fucked him in the chair.
The chair reclined with each of Constance's thrusts. It was like fucking on a trampoline. A wholly unique experience for Dick.
Soon, Dick could no longer hold back. He wanted (needed) to cum. But he wanted to be in control when he did it. He lifted Constance from the chair, whilst still deep inside her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Standing off the edge, he fucked Constance hard and fast. He finally reached a glorious climax deep inside Constance. Endorphins! Ecstasy. Heaven. It was abject gratification.
The conversation continued after the sex. Constance recited a list of her favourite musical artists. None of which Dick had ever heard of. She showed them off to Dick on her Mac. Dick liked her taste in music. It was cool and mellow. They nibbled on fruit and drank expensive champagne from glass tumblers. He marvelled at her body and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Skin that was the colour of a cafe latte and soft to the touch. Her body was young, supple and athletic. He couldn't keep his hand off her. Running his fingers up and down the length of her slender body as casually as he could as they talked.
They fucked again. Twice more before the night was out. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. It didn't matter to Dick. He was happy to have spent a few short hours with this special lady and eager to see her again soon.
Dick withdrew. He hopped off the bed and stepped towards the desk. Hand outstretched for Constance to join him. She did.
She turned her back to him and bent over, stomach flat to the desktop. Her arms embracing the flat surface. Her hands clasping around the edges. Her buttocks were firm, pert and perky. A tattoo of a flowing dragon in flight hugging the contours down one side of her back.
Dick took hold of her young hips and entered Constance from behind. Constance groaned and reached around to grab Dick's butt cheek and pulled him into yearning pussy firmly. Dick responded and started to fuck Constance hard. The lamp sitting upon the desk began shaking violently with each forceful stroke. Constance's appetite was insatiable.
Dick pulled out of her again and moved to the swivel chair. Constance mounted him for a chair fuck. She straddled him in a squat, both feet on the chair on either side of Dick. He could enjoy the pleasure of being face to face with Constance. To kiss her while she fucked him in the chair.
The chair reclined with each of Constance's thrusts. It was like fucking on a trampoline. A wholly unique experience for Dick.
Soon, Dick could no longer hold back. He wanted (needed) to cum. But he wanted to be in control when he did it. He lifted Constance from the chair, whilst still deep inside her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Standing off the edge, he fucked Constance hard and fast. He finally reached a glorious climax deep inside Constance. Endorphins! Ecstasy. Heaven. It was abject gratification.
The conversation continued after the sex. Constance recited a list of her favourite musical artists. None of which Dick had ever heard of. She showed them off to Dick on her Mac. Dick liked her taste in music. It was cool and mellow. They nibbled on fruit and drank expensive champagne from glass tumblers. He marvelled at her body and how comfortable she was in her own skin. Skin that was the colour of a cafe latte and soft to the touch. Her body was young, supple and athletic. He couldn't keep his hand off her. Running his fingers up and down the length of her slender body as casually as he could as they talked.
They fucked again. Twice more before the night was out. It was hard to tell who was fucking who. It didn't matter to Dick. He was happy to have spent a few short hours with this special lady and eager to see her again soon.
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