Sunset of a tumultuous day...

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Get undressed, drag myself gateing to where he was. I love leaning on his legs while he strokes my hair and tells me about my day...

The afternoon passed, he started cooking my favorite dish while I lay down in the armchair. He talked about his work and all I could think of was how to provoke him.

I love doing it.

He loves that I do it.

During the day, those messages had ignited our internal fire and each email received was a step closer to the excitement of our minds... We loved that. We lived for that... To get home and turn all those words into actions.

It's then when in the armchair, while he's giving me his back I decide to take off my clothes.

My head on the armrest, he doesn't notice what I'm doing while he cooks.

When he turns around I'm already naked, looking at him with a mischievous smile, one that he likes.

He moves things away from the fire and comes closer.

He sits Indian-style, his legs crossed.

I get up and pass my hands through the side of his hips.

He starts giving me those massages I love so much. From the ankle to the thighs. I close my eyes and relax.

I love feeling his hands on my body, every inch explored is a new sensation. This man drives me crazy. Not just physically, but mentally too. It's my perfect combo.

He caresses my hands, they're tense. He briefly runs his hand over my stomach, I know it, he's provoking me, he brushes against me and I arch. But he focuses on the massages. I relax again. My guard drops. He brushes against my breasts and stomach. I'm surrendered to his massages and caresses.

To make things more exciting and already excited by his caresses, I start opening my legs.

I adore when he focuses on certain points of my body. He grabs my breasts, strokes them. I know it drives him crazy that I surrender to his hands. I know I'm his downfall. And he knows what's My own.
He's approaching me. He whispers in my ear to turn around.
Without hurry but without pause I do what he asks.
Now I'm facing away from him. The skin on my thighs is bristling. His hands are tracing my body. My body begs for him to play and dance with the oscillation between caresses and rubs that he stimulates.
My back is his. My legs receive those massages while I already intentionally brush against my Booty.
The perfume of my body's excitement becomes noticeable. The heat blends with his caresses.
His mouth kisses my back. He knows it drives me crazy. I no longer need to tell him. He touches my nose, and I arch again.
My heat is reaching unknown places. My head is going crazy from the way he touches me.
He approaches my ear and repeats that phrase again: “Do you still want me between your legs?”?
With my eyes closed, my state of excitement, my body, each corner of mine screams yes.
He penetrates me slowly, securely, intensely...
The movement is in rhythm. My hands are grasping the armchair. My moans increase in volume. My agitation accelerates.
His hands on my neck tell me when to apply pressure. I know the language perfectly.
The rhythm increases and so do my screams. I arch again. I no longer control anything about my body. He takes me away. It's my dreamed orgasm. It's everything he said I would feel hours ago in his emails. I remember them. The images. The sensations become present. I can't take it anymore. I'm about to explode. His cock penetrates me countless times, and my head explodes...
He falls on top of me. He breathes heavily into my ear. Agitated, ecstatic. We give each other a tender, paused kiss.
He hugs me for a few moments before leaving the armchair to finish eating, while I sleep on the sofa... 😀