In
fact she even sat alone with me for two hours that Sunday while Alice
had gone to shop for a few household items and told me I looked like a
good fit for her daughter, Good fit? With the blessings of her mother I
decided to persue and see if my shuma would ‘fit’. When Alice returned,
we had lunch then spent the rest of the afternoon in the swimming pool,
where she taught me a few fish moves.. A swimming champ, she had
participated in several swimming competitions before so I wasn’t
surprised at how good she was underwater. But hardly did I concentrate.
All I could see was her bo.obs floating on the water and the magnificent buoyancy of her ass. In the evening we had supper with her mum then Alice asked me to go play FIFA with her in her room. FIFA 15 has always been my favorite game. I massacred her 6-2 in the first consecutive three games but then during the fourth one, she decided to use Real Madrid. She beat me 3-1, a victory that made her so super excited that she started jumping around like a teenager.
It was the first time she had beaten me. She was in tiny shorts. Oh my those thighs – full of healthy flesh. I stood up to give her a congratulatory hug for a victory well deserved The next thing we knew she was deep in my arms, my lips closed on hers, pushing into the suddenly hungry depths of her moist mouth. The taste of her; It was like nectar to a bee. It was spicy and sweet, cinnamon and honey. It was like a blazing forest fire in the middle of winter. It seared through my soul. Her arms wrapped tightly and possessively around my shoulders, the once muted desire flaring to an open flame, spreading through our bodies, blistering our senses.
All I could see was her bo.obs floating on the water and the magnificent buoyancy of her ass. In the evening we had supper with her mum then Alice asked me to go play FIFA with her in her room. FIFA 15 has always been my favorite game. I massacred her 6-2 in the first consecutive three games but then during the fourth one, she decided to use Real Madrid. She beat me 3-1, a victory that made her so super excited that she started jumping around like a teenager.
It was the first time she had beaten me. She was in tiny shorts. Oh my those thighs – full of healthy flesh. I stood up to give her a congratulatory hug for a victory well deserved The next thing we knew she was deep in my arms, my lips closed on hers, pushing into the suddenly hungry depths of her moist mouth. The taste of her; It was like nectar to a bee. It was spicy and sweet, cinnamon and honey. It was like a blazing forest fire in the middle of winter. It seared through my soul. Her arms wrapped tightly and possessively around my shoulders, the once muted desire flaring to an open flame, spreading through our bodies, blistering our senses.
We
kissed for a few minutes, before I drew back from her, took a hard
breath, then gripped her hand and pulled her into the bed. I could see
the arousal burning through her now. It hardened her bre.asts, pulsed in
her clit and sent her juices spilling between her thighs when I opened
the zip of her shorts and shoved my fingers inside. She was wet and hot.
Spoiling for a shag and spoiling for my touch. I growled before i
pushed her against the comfy bed and took her lips again. Nectar.
Paradise. Her kiss was almost like ‘coming; in it’s own way. It gave me a smorgasbord of sensations that I had never really experienced before. . One hand fisted in her waves of hair, the other moved from her shorts and gripped her hip. Alice was beyond shame or reticence. She followed my lead without asking questions, Her curvy legs wrapped around my hips and tightened on me. Her hands were in my head, grabbing it tight like Lebron James on the ball I had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Alice. Her lips. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through my afro hair, tugged at it, pulled me closer. Her tongue kept invading my mouth with heated demand, like Hannibal’s troops into Rome.
Paradise. Her kiss was almost like ‘coming; in it’s own way. It gave me a smorgasbord of sensations that I had never really experienced before. . One hand fisted in her waves of hair, the other moved from her shorts and gripped her hip. Alice was beyond shame or reticence. She followed my lead without asking questions, Her curvy legs wrapped around my hips and tightened on me. Her hands were in my head, grabbing it tight like Lebron James on the ball I had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Alice. Her lips. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through my afro hair, tugged at it, pulled me closer. Her tongue kept invading my mouth with heated demand, like Hannibal’s troops into Rome.
