EROTICA / POETRY
The Happy Valley
She knew that he desired to slide himself between her breasts
Includes audio narration [below]
With tender hands on bodice black, he loosened up the laces, revealing creamy cleavage to his lustful, eager gaze. Their eyes then met, an understanding look on both their faces. With lurid grin he eased her down to sit upon the chaise.
His trousers were unbuttoned and his zipper pulled right down, and so inside he slid his hand to free his turgid prick. She looked with longing at the flush of his emerging crown. She’d never seen his tool so hard, so throbbing, or so thick.
Her mouth began to water. She grew wet between her thighs. Her lover stroked his rigid shaft and tapped it on her lip. His cock swelled further when he saw the hunger in her eyes, and from her mouth emerged her tongue to lick and suck the tip.
A hand he twisted in her hair and pulled with gentle tugs then seconds later he pulled back, despite all her protests. But then she saw him looking down in wonder at her jugs, and knew that he desired to slide himself between her breasts.
She gave a nod, and whispered to him, “Darling, take your pleasures.” He rubbed his silky head along the crevice in between the gentle swell of her soft paps, those lovely, fulsome treasures. The glossy trail of pre-cum gave her cleavage quite a sheen.
He stepped a little closer. She leaned back, accommodating, enabling him to brush his balls against her upper torso. Whilst in between her breasts his prick was twitching and pulsating. Her globes were getting very wet. Her pussy even more so!
He thrust his hips, then, up and down, and back and forth along the deep ravine of naked flesh so lusciously exposed. The throbbing ache inside his balls continued to grow strong, as his hard shaft her mellow mounds surrounded and enclosed.
The pressure building in his groin increased as he continued to fuck her cleavage while she watched with amatory eyes. And from between her swollen lips encouraging words issued, though interspersed with throaty moans, then high-pitched wails and cries.
His hips were moving faster than the bullet from a pistol. He grunted loud and shouted, heralding his big finale. Then with a strangled sob he shot his semen ‘tween her bristols and formed a milky river in that oh-so-happy valley.
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