Bedroom Closet

S___ got home as soon as I got out of the shower. As is usu­ally the case I was hot, wet, and want­ing. S___ didn’t seem inter­ested. That was until he fol­lowed me to the bed­room pushed me down and pro­ceeded to bury his face between my legs. This on its own dri­ves me crazy, I can barely deal with the sen­sa­tion, I shud­der, I writhe, his tongue inside me is amaz­ing, his mouth does won­der­ful things, it is hard to sit still and just take it all in. S___ had some other ideas of what all he wanted me to take in. While his tongue was lick­ing at my clit, send­ing shiv­ers up my body he must have thought I was mak­ing a lit­tle too much noise, with­out warn­ing one of my dil­dos is shoved in my mouth while his is just work­ing away. A dildo in my mouth must not have been enough for him because I feel another thrust into my pussy, and at the same time his mouth keeps work­ing. With both my mouth and pussy full he kept lick­ing and suck­ing, kiss­ing and flick­ing, until I came so hard I was shak­ing. Once he he was done he smiles up at me and tells me to get dressed and ready for a walk.

With shaky legs I get up and walk toward the dresser to find some clothes. Within two min­utes S___ is back, telling me that if I want to leave the house I need to stop being naked because he keeps want­ing to fuck me. Pushed onto the bed again, this time it’s not a dildo, or a tongue, he pushes into me and starts fuck­ing me like mad. I know he is just using my body right now, which is o.k., I had used parts of his moments before.

Just another way to say glad to be home I guess.

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