True Sex Stories: Resister A La Tempete

Her mouth plus his cock leads to exquisite ecstasy for all.

I watch her wet, glistening lips swell over me like a warm ocean wave; cresting, breaking, encompassing me

, drenching me within her depths.

I am awash with waves of epicurean sensation from lustful bobbing. Each movement, a  warm, new surge of sensuality as her mouth drenches me and her tongue darts and flicks against me.

I close my eyes and delight in the warm deluge as her flowing hair caresses my skin and I feel myself drifting deeper into her, swimming along currents of pleasure, currents that arc my back, that manifest themselves in the coursing pool of opalescent liquid that churns, ready to gush forth, from within the chambers of her objet de la convoitise.

I can feel my much savored control slipping from me like saltwater through fingers as she sucks my orgasm to the teeming surface. Behind closed eyes, I can see advancing waves echoing a seething horizon already turning to white.

Her teeth find purchase in my turgid flesh and take hold, lightly scraping, gnashing, capturing her willing, writhing captive as her tongue swabs about. Her throat: a tidal pool sucking me down, pulling me further, taking me farther along on virtual white-capped waves of rapture.

Soft fingers glide up along my frame like surf along the shore, taking acquisition of my nipples as my curling, clutching fingers tangle within her onyx locks. She rocks to, then fro, as I heave beneath my valiant vassal, then like a tidal wave building strength and force, I feel myself tightening, coiling, drawing back, back within for the fury to follow.

And then, in an unfathomable moment that I never want to end, the wracking tempest is unleashed. Showering spurts and ripples of silvery arcs flow into her maw, breaking like sea foam upon her tongue; sliding, surging with a scent of saltwater, a scent like no other.

And afterwards, after we have ridden out the storm of orgasm, I am washed up onto a distant shoreline to lie panting, still clutching onto her, drenched and spent, and there is only the euphoria and the soft sensation of her small hands and sultry lips upon my body.

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