NARRORATOR: "Lastnight, howls metabolized into the air as Her metamorphosed into the Bitch she becomes when Him fuckin her just right. Her plans to be out exploring potential job sites all morning was foiled by the steady rain. And with the sounds of that steady rain cascading its breezy scent through the open window, She allowed her eyes to rest as her thoughts were taken to the steady rhythm of that serious fucking Him's thickness foiled her sweetness with last night. The way Him drenched his lady's pussy in saturated pleasure last night, made it likely that she would be taking the whooole day to air dry back to normal. Let's hear the story from Her's perspective...
Her: "Do you remember Daddy, how you woke me from the sleep I slipped effortlessly into after an exciting evening walking in the winter night chill with our new Pup you lovingly sir named Boy Sullivan. I was wiped out as soon as Him passed me my favorite purple-hearted snuggie and splayed it over my body and face. I don't know if it was minutes later or if hours had passed before I was beckoned from sleep by the touch of his hands rubbing and tugging insistently at my grey bottoms. He unveiled me from my Purple Heart shield as my eyes fluttered open. The dim glare of the TV lighting that grazed along the townhouse walls, glossed his chocolate skin. As I peered up into the wells of his brown eyes, I promise I saw his lips moving. But I have no recollection or correlation of a sound ever leaving his lips because my befuddled brain still lagged from its slumber.
But there was no delay in my comprehension of the very focused and confident self-awareness in Him's demeanor or the intensity of purpose that lingered firmly behind Him's soulful turtle-shelled eyelids. That beefy 6 foot frame cascaded over me and I quivered with sudden butterflies. I was certain he could hear how my breath hitched, as I watched his hands begin to take possession of my bottoms and descend them to my ankles. Him tossed them to the carpeting beside our bed. From over his shoulder I saw Boy-Sullivan circling around at the foot of our bed as he was sensing a playful mood from Him. Him snapped his fingers and gave a command. The adorable German Shepard pup took his Q from Him and flopped down to the floor nearest the bedroom door. Him's complete attention returned to examining my bare pussy. As he separated my thighs wide open, the warmth of his palms on my flesh felt amazing but was soon replaced with a very warm and zealous tongue striking my clit, I squirmed in delight at the sensation of his full lips tasting my pussy lips with all the passion of an experienced pallet sampler, enjoying a generous glass of his classic specially reserved white wine. It's bittersweet to the taste. It pleases Him. He indulges in sip after sip of his personal wine drip while I attempt to stifle moans behind my lil' left hand and anchor tightly to his sexy dreads with my right. My quiet moans escalate with the same intensity as the aggressive tongue exploring the every fold of my rose in bloom, teasing and coaxing it to blossom wider. He desired to see every inch of my beautiful petals spread before him... I felt myself on the verge. I could see the look of complete focus in his brows as Him adjusted his self. He placed his manhood at the entrance to my garden and began to slowly, gently, ply and sink into my fragrant earthy frame.
He knows I love it when he uses his tongue to moisten me down. I was certain I was just seconds from cumming. I could feel his dick beating at the entrance to my walls and couldn't wait for him to bust in. Our thoughts were one. Him had just as much desire and need to feel me cumming on his swelling manhood. He took his time, teasing the juices from my pussy, pushing in one suckable inch of dick, at a time until all 9 were deep inside me. My baby felt unreal and my mind was reeling in the fantasy. I felt the brewing need of release approaching fast. Him's grip tightened on my thighs as both of us became lost at sea in this monstrous Cyclone of Sex we were held responsible for creating. My pussy was his private ocean and he was swerving his submarine through my water in perfect precision. I felt Him. HARD and sure, navigating my waters for ages and ages, with no pause from the course. He knew the destination he desired and I knew he would not let up until we both arrived. The whole way, I couldn't help but mumble how it felt, cried, babbled out my pleas of encouragement for Him to guide me there and not to let me go.
I convulsed. My body was riding the wave of a lifetime. A plethora of Incoherence ripped from my throat. My hands scrambled from his lengthy dreads to his chest as I sought direction down from this ruthless waves of Fuuuuuuuck broiling my insides. Him growled, "Uh-huh, don't you move, take this dick!" Captain's orders had me fighting to do as he commanded. As if I had a chose though, with the sturdy dark mahogany anchor heavily weighing me down into position. I wrapped my caramel sea legs around Him and completely surrendered myself to the sensations that ebbed and flowed through my bones and flesh. And I couldn't help but wonder to myself how it felt for Him as my walls began to clench without abandon.
