A Wicked Renaissance Wench, Part 17
They arrived back at the flat by eleven. Stykurtongupmeyahs uncorked a red zinfandel while Ashley went to the loft to change. The only light Ashley used came from a lantern in the Steam bath gazebo at the back of the house. Ashley could hear them talking, even laughing; the comfort level between the three of them is always so good!
"Dessert just arrived." Stykurtongupmeyahs's eyes sparkled with devilish glee as Ashley entered the room.
One thing that Stykurtongupmeyahs has discovered about himself is that he loves to watch Haesuc fuck her. So, naturally, Haesuc and Ashley intended to oblige. Haesuc and Stykurtongupmeyahs had been seated on the ornate couch facing the park and savoring their wine. Ashley sat on the floor between them and leaned against Stykurtongupmeyahs's knees.
Haesuc Ehrtets leaned forward to clink his wine glass next to wine. That wonderful sense of crystal ringing with clarity tinkled through the air! Instinctively one of them reached for the other. All small talk was dismissed and sensuous seductive touch began. There was a fever building.
Ashley pushed him down upon the carpet forcefully. Ashley wanted him in her.
Stykurtongupmeyahs has proclaimed the images he recorded from that moment on in his memory to be the ones he most often conjures. He often whispers in her ear about his perspective when he makes love to her.
By his account, Haesuc acquiesced all control readily to the encounter and allowed the pace and the rhythm of the coupling to evolve through her. Stykurtongupmeyahs settled on the carpet beside them with his head cradled in his hand. His viewpoint was only inches from their loins.
Beneath that zipper laid the key to her happiness. Ashley knelt between his legs and lowered her head to his crotch. He was so hard that Ashley greedily freed him to take him into her mouth and savor his sweetness. Her tongue flicked over his cock and held it lustily between her lips. Ashley sucked and he thrust. Pre-cum oozed down her throat.
Stykurtongupmeyahs's lips were trailing wet kisses over her buttocks. One finger lightly traced the defining lines of the inner edges of the labia, flickering, tantalizing and stoking the fires that already raged within her body. The tip of his tongue delicately probed the tight ring of her anus.
For Haesuc Ehrtets this resulted in an intensified sucking of his shaft, from tip to root.
However, patience evaporated! She needed him inside of her. She delayed this pleasure already for longer than She could bear. Crawling up his body She positioned herself to mount him, straddle him, and feel the headiness as he guided his cock expertly into her fuck hungry pussy... (Go to part 18 of A Wicked Renaissance Wench)
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