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I have a little holiday story from in amidst the visiting family and friends yesterday on Christmas Eve:
“Are you ready to leave yet?”
“Nope, they said when our daughter wakes up from her nap we can head over,” I say. I am lying on our bed on my back. We live nearby my sister’s place, but were invited to make holiday cookies and spend Christmas Eve with her and her family.
Josh walks into our bedroom from the bathroom and he leans overtop of me, spreading my legs apart with his hips.
“Don’t do that to me,” I grumble teasingly. “You know I want you, but I’m on the last day of my period and since we’re leaving any minute now we won’t have time to clean up a mess.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve perfected the art of dry humping you, Blondie,” Josh says before kissing me on the lips. His grizzle beard tickles my lips as he kisses me. He moves downward to my neck and my collar bone, then my breasts. His tongue slides around the soft mountains they create from my lying position. He pulls down my neckline and with gentle hands tugs my nipples up out of the cups on my bra.
“Oooo, I love that, baby, please keep kissing my breasts. Suck my nipples! Oh, just like that.”
While kissing my breasts he continue to thrust at me and I can feel his erection even through our clothes. I reach for his hips and I unbutton his jeans and my hands go into his underwear. I help position his cock in his underwear so it isn’t being constricted by clothes. I love the feel of him in my hands and I run my fingers along the shaft, to the head, before pulling my hand from his underwear. Now the head of his cock is positioned so he hits the nub of my clit through my clothes every time. I love it. I want so badly to have him actually inside me, but this can do for now.
“Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I scream. Suddenly I’m coming to pieces in orgasms and he continues to rub and thrust at me until they subside. I’m breathless, staring up at him with huge eyes, and a smile on my face.
“That was amazing,” I pant.
“My gift to you for Christmas Eve,” he says, nuzzling my nose with his own.
“Well, I have to give you something, and I don’t hear the baby awake yet,” I say. “Do you want me to blow you?”
“Sure!” He laughs. “Would I ever say no to that?” He gets off me and lies on the bed.
“Okay, here, let me help you with your jeans.” I laugh. I yank them off of him.
He takes off his shirt too.
Ooo, love his chest, his abs, the “v” that runs down to his huge erect penis, all mine for the sucking.
I take him in my hands and pump the shaft a few times. Then I lube one of my fingers up and find his prostate and I massage that hard little nub and watch as his erection pumps up even larger. I take his cock as far as I can and suck hard, swirling my tongue along the ridge under the head every time I come up. My free hand pumps at the base of his shaft and massages his balls.
“Oh, that’s so good! Oh, yes, you’ve got me really close!” He groans.
I’ve perfected what he loves during a blow job and I love knowing I can make him come to pieces this fast as he’s the kind of guy who can last a long time if he wants to. I can feel him building in release and in a few more hard sucks he’s coming in my mouth, thrusting upward into my open, soft lips.
“Oh, baby! Oh sh**!” He cries.
I love it. My pussy is so drenched I am kind of glad I’m still wearing a pad or I’d have to change my panties. I swallow his semen, loving the tangy taste of his enjoyment.
“That was a great gift exchange,” he says.
“I know! I’m so glad we had time to do that before–”
I hear my baby starting to cry. We were just in time before she woke up from her nap.
“Merry Christmas, Blondie, I love you,” Josh says.
“I love you too, baby,” I smile and kiss him on the lips. “Merry Christmas.”
I have a little holiday story from in amidst the visiting family and friends yesterday on Christmas Eve:
“Are you ready to leave yet?”
“Nope, they said when our daughter wakes up from her nap we can head over,” I say. I am lying on our bed on my back. We live nearby my sister’s place, but were invited to make holiday cookies and spend Christmas Eve with her and her family.
Josh walks into our bedroom from the bathroom and he leans overtop of me, spreading my legs apart with his hips.
“Don’t do that to me,” I grumble teasingly. “You know I want you, but I’m on the last day of my period and since we’re leaving any minute now we won’t have time to clean up a mess.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve perfected the art of dry humping you, Blondie,” Josh says before kissing me on the lips. His grizzle beard tickles my lips as he kisses me. He moves downward to my neck and my collar bone, then my breasts. His tongue slides around the soft mountains they create from my lying position. He pulls down my neckline and with gentle hands tugs my nipples up out of the cups on my bra.
“Oooo, I love that, baby, please keep kissing my breasts. Suck my nipples! Oh, just like that.”
While kissing my breasts he continue to thrust at me and I can feel his erection even through our clothes. I reach for his hips and I unbutton his jeans and my hands go into his underwear. I help position his cock in his underwear so it isn’t being constricted by clothes. I love the feel of him in my hands and I run my fingers along the shaft, to the head, before pulling my hand from his underwear. Now the head of his cock is positioned so he hits the nub of my clit through my clothes every time. I love it. I want so badly to have him actually inside me, but this can do for now.
“Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!” I scream. Suddenly I’m coming to pieces in orgasms and he continues to rub and thrust at me until they subside. I’m breathless, staring up at him with huge eyes, and a smile on my face.
“That was amazing,” I pant.
“My gift to you for Christmas Eve,” he says, nuzzling my nose with his own.
“Well, I have to give you something, and I don’t hear the baby awake yet,” I say. “Do you want me to blow you?”
“Sure!” He laughs. “Would I ever say no to that?” He gets off me and lies on the bed.
“Okay, here, let me help you with your jeans.” I laugh. I yank them off of him.
He takes off his shirt too.
Ooo, love his chest, his abs, the “v” that runs down to his huge erect penis, all mine for the sucking.
I take him in my hands and pump the shaft a few times. Then I lube one of my fingers up and find his prostate and I massage that hard little nub and watch as his erection pumps up even larger. I take his cock as far as I can and suck hard, swirling my tongue along the ridge under the head every time I come up. My free hand pumps at the base of his shaft and massages his balls.
“Oh, that’s so good! Oh, yes, you’ve got me really close!” He groans.
I’ve perfected what he loves during a blow job and I love knowing I can make him come to pieces this fast as he’s the kind of guy who can last a long time if he wants to. I can feel him building in release and in a few more hard sucks he’s coming in my mouth, thrusting upward into my open, soft lips.
“Oh, baby! Oh sh**!” He cries.
I love it. My pussy is so drenched I am kind of glad I’m still wearing a pad or I’d have to change my panties. I swallow his semen, loving the tangy taste of his enjoyment.
“That was a great gift exchange,” he says.
“I know! I’m so glad we had time to do that before–”
I hear my baby starting to cry. We were just in time before she woke up from her nap.
“Merry Christmas, Blondie, I love you,” Josh says.
“I love you too, baby,” I smile and kiss him on the lips. “Merry Christmas.”
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