Continuation...
[I know my baby will read these lines tonight when he gets back to his hotel room]
Your man has joined you now, and you are both watching me at work...(Privately you had written: "I am curious what your hand was doing, and I ask you to move to the side so I can watch. You make things even sweeter by removing your panties, and now the smell in the air is rich with the scent of your juices, causing the men to moan slightly. My mouth begins to water, but I'm intent on my purpose of watching you finger fuck his ass.")
Meanwhile, I like the idea that "all eyes" are on me. It's exciting. It's also exciting to know that your lover's cockhead is at your hole…meanwhile my man is about as erect as he can get; it's quite a sight. I note that he is much thicker than your lover, and the thought shoots through my head that if he was thinner and longer we might have full-fledged anal intercourse more regularly! I know that if I don't alter the pace the cock I am working is going to erupt, and I want this scene to last longer.
I climb off and, positioning myself to the side, pick up the panties you have stripped off. Your eyebrows raise as you watch me. I smile slyly. I hold up the gossamer thin and very scanty lingerie, noting how slick the crotch is with your juices. Your man's penis twitches, you breathe sharply and re-position your hips so that his head is directly at your backdoor, pressing for admission. I dangle the cunty undies over my husband's face, draping the quim scented gusset over his mouth and nose. He sniffs loudly, then whimpers, his tool visibly throbbing. He is right on the edge. Without me touching there is no danger that he'll cream. We can leave him like that for a bit.
"Quid pro quo," your lover says. He reaches down and picks up my thong. You turn around, breaking contact with him, and watch intently as he holds them to his face and breathes in my woman odour. His other hand strokes his beautiful slender cock. Another man grooving on my cunt smell. I am so wet. Funnily, both men are taking care of themselves at this juncture; you and I are alone. We look at each other…
Your man has joined you now, and you are both watching me at work...(Privately you had written: "I am curious what your hand was doing, and I ask you to move to the side so I can watch. You make things even sweeter by removing your panties, and now the smell in the air is rich with the scent of your juices, causing the men to moan slightly. My mouth begins to water, but I'm intent on my purpose of watching you finger fuck his ass.")
Meanwhile, I like the idea that "all eyes" are on me. It's exciting. It's also exciting to know that your lover's cockhead is at your hole…meanwhile my man is about as erect as he can get; it's quite a sight. I note that he is much thicker than your lover, and the thought shoots through my head that if he was thinner and longer we might have full-fledged anal intercourse more regularly! I know that if I don't alter the pace the cock I am working is going to erupt, and I want this scene to last longer.
I climb off and, positioning myself to the side, pick up the panties you have stripped off. Your eyebrows raise as you watch me. I smile slyly. I hold up the gossamer thin and very scanty lingerie, noting how slick the crotch is with your juices. Your man's penis twitches, you breathe sharply and re-position your hips so that his head is directly at your backdoor, pressing for admission. I dangle the cunty undies over my husband's face, draping the quim scented gusset over his mouth and nose. He sniffs loudly, then whimpers, his tool visibly throbbing. He is right on the edge. Without me touching there is no danger that he'll cream. We can leave him like that for a bit.
"Quid pro quo," your lover says. He reaches down and picks up my thong. You turn around, breaking contact with him, and watch intently as he holds them to his face and breathes in my woman odour. His other hand strokes his beautiful slender cock. Another man grooving on my cunt smell. I am so wet. Funnily, both men are taking care of themselves at this juncture; you and I are alone. We look at each other…