Wasn't too long ago that intimacies were shared and the need for a second share. Something a little more.

A little shyness, his holding back making her gentle in her coaxing, feeling him wrestling with his uncertainties and needs.

Daring him, with a whisper, to inhale her scent deep within his gut, intoxicating him with his hungering desire to give in to her lead.

She wanted him to obey her suggestive naughtiness and give in to her persuasive lusty words.

That comfort to hold his ever hardening cock in his hand and watch her go down on knees, between his spread legs...and then her narration of what was happening.

He wanked his cock harder and faster....she told him to...and just as he was about to cream her tits, she stopped him, made him sit back on the plinth, still on knees, she came in closer...what followed was, as he described later...something between a titty f**k and a titty cock slapping.

They both laughed heartily, both pleasured, and all the while she wiped away a most explosive release from her bossom.

RB.

Good night Beautiful all...sleep sweet. x