He was thinking about her. When he did he felt a warm glow spread from his thighs into the shaft of his cock. It didn’t take long for his flaccid cock to get to that hard, pulsating, throbbing and hissing state of blissful fuck. If he closed his eyes and held his breath her gorgeous wet cunt came alive in his mind. He wanted to fuck her. Fuck her deep into her delicious fleshy tasty cunt. Both mouth and cock competed for fucking prominence. Tongue, lips, mouth and cock would all get to eat and maul her sweet cunt bouquet.

Not that slow romantic fuck! A fuck where his cock gushed deep into her welcoming wet hot cunt. Her wet slutty cunt panted like a fox in his memory. Did she want his cock inside her? He wanted her. The joy of mutual appreciated fucking is rare. Though because he was driven almost purely by the demands of a throbbing cock meant he would fuck any cunt.

However, the cunt that wanted his cock shoved deep into her was the difference. The meeting of wet flesh. He was alone waited by for her to come over. It was a painful wait with a hard bleeding and spitting cock trapped behind pants and jeans. His cock wanted her cunt do beautifully bad. Dribbles of clear pure cum leaked lava through his swollen, hot red taught as a drum snake eyed piss hole.

She wore a dress. She knew him. She could taste his fuck desire. Her own cunt was already wet from thinking about his cock inside her. Her cunt, her mouth and even her ass was open for pleasure. Shared sex pleasure. Rare mutual fucking joy. When they kissed their mouths opened hot on each other. Their tongues fighting for lusty dominance. She was a beautiful fuck creature. He was turned on high and hot.

Their hands leading each other blindly around their lovely and intense fuck bodies. Waiting for something to break them. Waiting to push each other away because he always felt fucking was an expression of desire and joy at being given the privilege of her feminine and beautifully shaped body that at the point of departure it was as if her entire body was a welcoming cunt. He wanted her to want him. He pulled her close to get her to feel how stiff her presence aroused his cock. Her attending fuck nature turned him from a self loathing lonely man into an expressive, loving and hard core fucker. Since youth he lived under a surface of joy through and life through cunts, tits, nipples and bodies. It was the only time the shadows went away. By fucking and when fucking life was clear and beautiful.

She was giving in to her glowing wet pussy warmth. She could read him. She knew him so much more than he knew. In a way perhaps because her welcoming lovely hot dripping cunt was his siren call. He wanted to fuck her. Even before she had begun her transformation he wanted to and felt as close to her as when his cock was deep inside her. Inside her fleshy living cunt.

They moved into the bedroom. He was a big fuck fan of glamour fuck, he wanted her to be in red and black lingerie, desired her to be shaved and primed. He loved smooth hot fucking legs, the joy of working his tongue from ankle to thigh to that gorgeous cunt she had. That was special. I don’t she knew that in his fucking fun he was turned harder by the display of all the feminine wares. Like a fantasy whore who gave herself and he had everything to give.

This time (he hoped there might be other fucks), she was sexy and she panted lust wearing a throw over dress, free of underwater. A naked nymph. That turned his cock stiffer and as they embraced on the bed the flash of fuckness and pleasantness overwhelmed them both. His hands went straight to her inner thighs and smoothed a path to her dripping tasty cunt. It was at this point he was in a state of bliss, not love, not even lust but a mixture of desire, joy, lust with that smidge of, yes perhaps love. He knew this feeling was a cheat because once he blew his cum into her he would turn inside himself and struggle to feel anything. He wanted to feel more but let’s no go there because this is about him wanting, fucking, licking and getting deep into her mouth, her cunt and during the fucking her heart.

His surprise when she took his hard cock and with brilliant gorgeous expertise slid her lovely mouth around the shaft of his cock. Oh it was bubbles of cum. It was joyous to watch her take his cock deep into her mouth. He wanted to cum. Wanted to spray his cum into her throat. She wasn’t there yet and she said so. That was good. Honesty is about what fucking a friend is all about. The joy of watching and feeling her red hot whore mouth cream and slide up and down the cock was going from the common to the sublime.

Her cunt was waiting for a mouth. His mouth. His tongue. This is the part of fucking where a warm open and dripping cunt was everything he felt good about. To place his mouth over the split flesh and use his tongue to drape her tasty lips, to find her ruby bulbous button. Like a blind fucker using his tongue as a cane to flick, tick, flick and to cast thick tongue brushstrokes over the entire landscape of her cunt. He loves being buried inside her. To get his loving tongue loose and free as deep and as wide as it wants. She would know where she wanted him to tongue fuck. She knew what she wanted from his tongue. At this point he is trying all the fuck tongue dances he knew. She could tell him exactly what to do. Where to go. How to lick, tick and flick. Friend fuckers need to talk. He simply wants her to feel wanted, desired and most of all pleasured. He is deep in lust licking her cunt. For him it is selfish. He loves cunt. Her cunt is the window to his own fuck pleasure. If she wants to direct him, she can, she must. If she wants to feel how much he wants to fuck her, to have a mutual sexual explosion then she must tell him. Demand his tongue fucking duty to do the work she needs to open her cunt dam and he wants to feel the cascade and flushing of juices and piss and natural cunt tasty lubricants.

He rises and looks at her. His mouth wet with his own and hers. She didn’t cum but he felt good. He felt that she felt he was an authentic fuck. That even though her body did not explode in the way he hoped he still felt connected. Her lovely tits were topped with the most gorgeous hard and ridged nipples. He sucked her nipples because it was a natural move from cunt to nipple. She as a little red in the face. A glow he imagined. She was waiting for his cock. There is nothing more intense at that point of him and her coming together by his throbbing hard weeping cock and her open and wet cunt.

His cock slides deep into her. He feels the flesh tighten around his shaft. It feels good. The warmth of her cunt had stirred the boiling cum he has held back. He wants ti hold the cum back. He wants her to feel the deep driving fuck if his Vick. Wants to bang her cunt senseless. To feel the slide of their bodies taking in each other. To fuck her fast. To fuck her slow. To hold back as his cum swirls and rushes up the the shaft of his exhausted cock.

They kiss. There mouths hot and panting. He wants her to feel the whole of his cunt loving cock sliding in and out. A machine. A piston beating up and in. Up and in. Up and in. Her legs strung out wide. That feels good. He feels her slut legs hanging like wings on either side of him. It makes him feel good. He wants her to feel good. He knows she won’t cum from his fucking cock. Still he does feel her pleasure and her joy at having her precious and beautiful cunt getting slammed and cock punched into the deepest part of her.

His cum is hot and burning. He is breathing hard. She is sighing. She feel good. She is fucked good. He is fucked as well. Her body is wet and warm and connected to him. He is wet and warm and connected to her. The time of cumming is coming quick. No more strength to hold back. The point of desire is there. A tipping point. Her gorgeous wet cunt. His painful pressured throbbing cock fucking her cunt is almost finished. Kissing. Her hands so gorgeously rubbing his back. Her hands and fingers trace the arch of his back getting ready to cum. A deep explosion of lust cum. The best type and grade of cum. The cum from him to her as a way of thanking her and her open and welcoming cunt for transcending even for this short time from a man living under rocks to a man floating above.

This is it. He looks into her eyes. She holds his back and taps her artistic fingers gently and nicely. As he cums he gets to that magic point of fuck bliss. He wants to get all of his cum out and into her. He wa to get to feel how good his cock feels at this point if their fuck. She squeezes her cunt around his cock and the pleasure overwhelms him. He wants and hopes that she too has been fucked into pleasure. That she sees how grateful he is to be touched by her. To have her wet dripping lovingly beaten cunt at his pleasure. He slides off and enjoys the singular rolling pleasure of a post fuck comedown. An intimate moment where the gloom steadily makes its way back into his consciousness. She is there. He is there. It’s a moment. A lovely fucking moment. The moment will pass and then the moment will be put away until their is perhaps, possibly another moment where she will suck his cock. Where he will eat her cunt. Where they will fuck.