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?Dinner is on the table.? Sandra called over her shoulder. ?I have to run to the store to pick up some things before they close and I?ll be back in a mi...?Her voice trailed off as she rounded the corner into the living room. Mike was standing in the center of the room in nothing but his socks, his hand clenched around his cock, lightly squeezing and teasing it slowly. He loved to edge and she loved to watch him.She stood back and watched him stroke it. Sandra studied his strokes and how he handled his member. Slowly she took her clothes off, as she watched his arm flex and his hand encircle his girth. She unhooked and dropped her bra to expose her already aching breasts, which revealed tight, hard peaks.This always lit her on fire to watch him stroke. Her fingers moved down slowly into her slit, finding that delicate bump that shot fireworks through her being. Her other hand massaged her breast and pinched a nipple. She gave him a crooked smile as she brought her already wet fingers to her lips and licked them sensually. He crossed the room, his dick swung with every step, and he drove her fingers into his mouth, tasting her sex.*It was truly mesmerizing; the energy between them was intense. It was as if one mind was shared between https://escortium.org them, especially when they did this dance. This ritual of back and forth, tantalizing each other with looks, soft strokes, and caresses. She could set him on fire without even lighting a match.Mike leaned in and angled his cock down between her legs. She could feel it bobbing before he flexed it to slap her lips. It drove her mad, but oh it was a sweet madness. The tease?. Sandra could make love to him from morning to night if it were possible.*Mike?s fingers moved down her left arm, giving her chills. He put her hand in his and held that bond that was so intimate and complete. His hand slipped into hers, holding on as if he were drowning, but Sandra was the one drowning, as she gazed into his soulful, blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed her cheek gently, brushing his lips across her skin.**The ache she felt inside her to ravage him was almost overwhelming, but it is so much better to linger here. Sandra turned her head to meet his lips, a soft whimper as they joined together. Their lips parted and tongues met. She melted into him, pressing herself fully against his body. Their arms encircled one another, drawing the other impossibly closer.*Mike pulled back, looked down into her eyes, dazed and cloudy, simply as a result of proximity and intimacy. He gently brushed her hair back behind her ear and leaned in to press long, hot, lingering kisses on her neck. She freely gave him anything he desired, everything she had, because he was everything to her.He backed her up into the bedroom, never taking his eyes off of her, never losing her gaze either. They were locked like this together. She met the bed and her knees buckled as she sat at the edge.**His big cock filled her hand, and she stroked it so very slowly. Sandra held the tip against her breast and precum oozed down onto her nipple. Their eyes were locked before she leaned down and lapped at the tip, needing to taste him.The head was an impossible blistering red, as if it would burn her tongue to taste it. He pulled her hair back and held it gently so he could watch her. His breath quickened at the sight, the feel, and the raw intensity between them. Her lips closed over the head and she slowly slid her lips down the length. Sandra?s teeth dragged gently as she pulled back. He was going to lose control.**With a grunt, Mike pushed her back onto the bed, and they both moved to the center. He lay on top of her and buried his face in her breasts. His cock so hard and full that just one brush of a finger would make it erupt. He was trying so hard to hang on. To ride that fine line between the height of ecstasy and that exquisite orgasm was thrilling. His hips were still as he suckled at her breast. Sandra wrapped her legs around him and stroked his back. She knew he was close. She held him until he regained control.Mike bit her nipple before moving down her abdomen. His lips grazed so lightly on her skin that it left goosebumps over her flesh. Mike kissed her navel and whispered into it, which left her wet and moaning.*Sandra spread her legs and reached for the pillow, so she could watch him. She loved to watch his expert tongue as touches, tickles, and long sensual licks at her sex, made her writhe and moan for him. She could feel it building, as he spread her lips and lavished her clit with soft, sucking kisses. Mike slid two fingers in her wet pussy, slowly coaxing her to the breaking point. He stroked slowly and his lips encircled her wanton clit.**Sandra found her breasts, pinched her nipples, and she moaned, feeling every bit of him minister to her sex. Her hips rolled in sheer pleasure; she was writhing, needing him to fill her. She dreamed of him slowly pushing his way into her depths. Now was this moment when he would.