A Pillow Fight...

Her soft voluptuous breasts tumbled out of her bra as he pulled on it, setting them free. One of them did a beautiful swan dive, out of the black satin material and right into his mouth, nipple first. His hands cupped them, as if they were the last drink of water on a never-ending desert. He carefully sucked and licked as she moaned quickly, grinding her hips into his, both of them now more aware of the growing desires below. What had started as a simple pillow fight was now just hot and heavy foreplay. He would not let go of her breasts. They were a lifeline, he could not let go. She finally broke and tugged at his jeans letting him know that he really needed to be set free. As they stood up and made their way into the dining room, she pushed him against the wall, kissing him forcefully, wanting his tongue, his lips. He would have none of it as he walked her backwards into the bedroom. Once completely undressed, he tossed her backwards on the bed, where she eagerly lay waiting him and whatever he had for her. He attacked her breasts once again, engulfing them in his mouth, as much as he could. They still spilled over his hands, out of his mouth but he did not care, he caressed both of them in their entirety. His hands found her wetness below. Yes, she was ready for him. But she was not quite ready yet. He fell onto the bed on his back and she found her way down to his now throbbing cock. She put her tongue ring to work and coaxed her tongue into dancing the waltz lazily with his cock. The laziness grew to be too much though and hunger overtook as she moved faster and moved him deeper into her throat. Her head moved slowly up and down, making sure his entire cock was being paid attention to. His balls, his shiny head, that area just below it all. He loved it all. She needed him inside her. She rose up and straddled him, landing her breasts once again in his eager mouth. He sure knew how to take care of her girls. She landed just right and guided his cock into her with a gasp of air and a moan. He felt just right, a perfect fit. Her hips started grinding as passion took over. Each thrust and each movement sent shivers through her. Lips found each other, hands found breasts, lips found breasts, necks, ears, they were all over each other. She swore, she yelled, she loved being loud. His cock was so hard and felt so good inside her. She pushed down harder as he rose up to meet her. This time, it was him that finished first. As she anticipated his climax, she rode him faster and harder, making sure she could meet his. Their juices met in the middle as they came together with intensity that was nail gripping. Even in the afterglow, as she lay there on top of him, she found herself sliding a little here and there, just to get an extra tickle out of that oh so sensitive spot. It was a sweet release…now to get those girls back into that satin, was another story.