...tonight the last one called for a spirit yielding, eyes half seeing, mouth parted and moaning.

Tonight was one of many repeat visits requiring satiation.

A sofa did not know to hold his frame as he slipped off the cushions...half on half off, not sure if he should drop his tight bum cheeks to the ground, not wanting for he did not want to lose contact with the softness of her wholeness, her softness pressing on his tummy...rubbing

up

and

down....forcing him to slip further and further off the cushions.

They played and sweated and slipped and slid and sat back on the sofa and off again...and then he told her he could no more and she stood above him and he told her, this time round, he wanted to jerk off for her while she watched...

It was intense it was full of groaning and thrusting and she stood between his legs and felt her wetness run down her leg as she watched.

RB.

Good night naughty all...there are so many ways to play with oneself, with each other and then again with oneself.

Dream sweet.

x