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It all began with the drawing of a bath with bubbles, candles, music and a bottle of wine and a couple of joints...Hindu Kush. She tied her hair up in a bun with bits hanging from her face. The music inspired her to hum along while she prepared for her bath. Unannounced, he walks into the bathroom and kissed her shoulder. Her eyes closed. Her skin pricked. He smiled and relieved his lips from her skin. Opening her eyes to see her lovers reflection made her pause. He was naked, covered with a mischievous grin, hair draped over his cheek and chin in dark swirls revealing his soft luscious lips. She turned to face him. He lifted her onto the sink opening her legs so he could prop her thighs on his hips. They looked into each others eyes longingly. He took the crown of her head and unwrapped her hair, she smiled. He leaned in as to suggest a kiss but instead, he smelled her hair, she chuckled silently.
From the nape of her neck, he kissed her gently then lifted her off the sink. Hot skin matched racing heart while he walked her into the bathtub, she, still attached to his hip, staring down into his face with anticipation, excitement and eager hunger for her prey. After entering into the tub, he adjusted his position so that she was secure in the tub and on his lap, he leaned over to grab the wine and a glass; she leaned over the tub to light a joint. In his lap she sat smoking: he waited for her to take a deep breath in so that he may steal her breath and taste her essescense. In one hand, he holds the bottle, in the the other, a full glass of wine wrapping. His arms found their way around her torso to pursed lips, to open mouth inhale, to a kiss. He looked down at her body marveling her wet, sculpted, womanly, seductive body that is all his. The wine he held up danced in a dark crystal glass that shimmered in the candlelight surrounded by heat and steam from the tub. He poured the wine onto her neck and greedily licked it off her neck and breast, she took another deep breath in drunk from his lips which made a noise escape dangerously close to his ear. She took a sip of wine, he watched playfully allowing her to enjoy libation and smoke alike. He picked up the other wine glass and filled it with bath water and poured it over her hair, she looked like a Goddess all wet and goosepimply. She wiped the residual water from her hair, that's when he made his move towards her breasts nose deep in her scent, engulfing her like a drug. She responded in kind.
With her hands around his jaw she drew him into her mouth dancing her lips over his. Wet against wet, sweets for the sweet. He slipped his tongue in her mouth pulling her into him deeply, hungry for her. She bite his lip pulling back from the drunken kiss, staring into his eyes as if to say, " you're mine", and he knew it. She reached her hand between their legs to grab a hold of him, slipping him into her, he never broke eye contact. His breath sputtered. Her body jerked in surprise. He was positively engorged and filled her properly. She couldn't help herself, she let out her anticipation openly, wildly and fully. He liked the way she felt on him. He liked making her express her joy and For a moment, they held this position. Looking into each others faces, bodies, watching each others breath and feeling one another's heartbeat bang away in one another's chest. He drew deeper into her with one shift. He couldn't help himself and let out a sound as he felt her completely. His bottom heavy voice carried in the bathroom over the music, echoing from the tiles to ceiling, his gratification exposed. Her head fell back unable to control herself. Her arms held tighter to his neck. Her body convulsed. Her hips gyrated slightly. He saw her abandon and grabbed her hair tenderly while wrapping his arm around her waist to deepening his thrust into her slowly. She wanted to say his name in ecstasy but didn't. She wanted him to know she claimed him but she couldn't give away her power. She rolled her head around whipping her hair into his face to kiss and nibble his neck, his chest raised in delight. He steadfast his grip around her waist and began to thrust his hips into her, she whispers,"yes", in his ear. Rocking his hips against hers, staring her down like a wild animal," more", she says in sweet climax. Her lips part in devious smirk. Her stringy hair classically covers most of her face making her looks more mysterious and inviting, he moves the strands to see her face. She lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on her first and second finger stifling her noise increasing her delight. She begins to move in rhythmic dance on his lap, he can't control his excitement any longer. He lifts her from his lap and turns her around placing her treasure in his face. He lifts her hips and kisses her madly. She can't help but scream out. She backs into him madly, he tries to controls her hips where he wants her but unsuccessful. She reaches her hand behind her to feel his hair, his face, to have that kinetic connection from her backside. "Don't move", she says to him between gasps, rolling her hips over his lips with hers lips. Over her shoulder she looks at his eyes which were fixated on her and only her. He lifts his hand to touch her leg, thigh and spreads her open to feel her more completely. The look on her face reads, "You're Mine", and he was. She let go of his head and held onto the faucet moving her hips to the rhythm of his breath, the music and her desire. Just before she arrives to her potential, she disengages from his lips and sits on his member, solid, eager, unexpected. She holds him close moving her hips wildly in small circles, gripping his neck into her chest. Burning with heat between her legs and his unchecked passion. Hips jerking, thrusting, water overwhelming candles spilling onto the tile soaking the bathmat reaching the cabinet and out the door. Excitement growing. He bites her shoulder not wanting to give in to the energy bursting from his throat to say, to exclaim to shout, "I'm going to cum"...but she would not let him, "not yet". He couldn't hold on any longer. The thought of her taking charge, telling him what she wants, getting what she wants from him filled his desire to devour her sex, her sweat, and her breath. They both wrap their arms around each other letting out their passion, fogging the mirrors in the bathroom, making the tile sweat with condensation while the ceiling drips from their heat. For a moment, they let go of their control and open themselves to each other honestly, openly and without an agenda. They stayed in the tub embracing, kissing edges unkissed, smoothing over hair disheveled, locking eyes in confirmation that he was hers and she was only beginning <3 nbsp="" p="">
From the nape of her neck, he kissed her gently then lifted her off the sink. Hot skin matched racing heart while he walked her into the bathtub, she, still attached to his hip, staring down into his face with anticipation, excitement and eager hunger for her prey. After entering into the tub, he adjusted his position so that she was secure in the tub and on his lap, he leaned over to grab the wine and a glass; she leaned over the tub to light a joint. In his lap she sat smoking: he waited for her to take a deep breath in so that he may steal her breath and taste her essescense. In one hand, he holds the bottle, in the the other, a full glass of wine wrapping. His arms found their way around her torso to pursed lips, to open mouth inhale, to a kiss. He looked down at her body marveling her wet, sculpted, womanly, seductive body that is all his. The wine he held up danced in a dark crystal glass that shimmered in the candlelight surrounded by heat and steam from the tub. He poured the wine onto her neck and greedily licked it off her neck and breast, she took another deep breath in drunk from his lips which made a noise escape dangerously close to his ear. She took a sip of wine, he watched playfully allowing her to enjoy libation and smoke alike. He picked up the other wine glass and filled it with bath water and poured it over her hair, she looked like a Goddess all wet and goosepimply. She wiped the residual water from her hair, that's when he made his move towards her breasts nose deep in her scent, engulfing her like a drug. She responded in kind.
With her hands around his jaw she drew him into her mouth dancing her lips over his. Wet against wet, sweets for the sweet. He slipped his tongue in her mouth pulling her into him deeply, hungry for her. She bite his lip pulling back from the drunken kiss, staring into his eyes as if to say, " you're mine", and he knew it. She reached her hand between their legs to grab a hold of him, slipping him into her, he never broke eye contact. His breath sputtered. Her body jerked in surprise. He was positively engorged and filled her properly. She couldn't help herself, she let out her anticipation openly, wildly and fully. He liked the way she felt on him. He liked making her express her joy and For a moment, they held this position. Looking into each others faces, bodies, watching each others breath and feeling one another's heartbeat bang away in one another's chest. He drew deeper into her with one shift. He couldn't help himself and let out a sound as he felt her completely. His bottom heavy voice carried in the bathroom over the music, echoing from the tiles to ceiling, his gratification exposed. Her head fell back unable to control herself. Her arms held tighter to his neck. Her body convulsed. Her hips gyrated slightly. He saw her abandon and grabbed her hair tenderly while wrapping his arm around her waist to deepening his thrust into her slowly. She wanted to say his name in ecstasy but didn't. She wanted him to know she claimed him but she couldn't give away her power. She rolled her head around whipping her hair into his face to kiss and nibble his neck, his chest raised in delight. He steadfast his grip around her waist and began to thrust his hips into her, she whispers,"yes", in his ear. Rocking his hips against hers, staring her down like a wild animal," more", she says in sweet climax. Her lips part in devious smirk. Her stringy hair classically covers most of her face making her looks more mysterious and inviting, he moves the strands to see her face. She lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on her first and second finger stifling her noise increasing her delight. She begins to move in rhythmic dance on his lap, he can't control his excitement any longer. He lifts her from his lap and turns her around placing her treasure in his face. He lifts her hips and kisses her madly. She can't help but scream out. She backs into him madly, he tries to controls her hips where he wants her but unsuccessful. She reaches her hand behind her to feel his hair, his face, to have that kinetic connection from her backside. "Don't move", she says to him between gasps, rolling her hips over his lips with hers lips. Over her shoulder she looks at his eyes which were fixated on her and only her. He lifts his hand to touch her leg, thigh and spreads her open to feel her more completely. The look on her face reads, "You're Mine", and he was. She let go of his head and held onto the faucet moving her hips to the rhythm of his breath, the music and her desire. Just before she arrives to her potential, she disengages from his lips and sits on his member, solid, eager, unexpected. She holds him close moving her hips wildly in small circles, gripping his neck into her chest. Burning with heat between her legs and his unchecked passion. Hips jerking, thrusting, water overwhelming candles spilling onto the tile soaking the bathmat reaching the cabinet and out the door. Excitement growing. He bites her shoulder not wanting to give in to the energy bursting from his throat to say, to exclaim to shout, "I'm going to cum"...but she would not let him, "not yet". He couldn't hold on any longer. The thought of her taking charge, telling him what she wants, getting what she wants from him filled his desire to devour her sex, her sweat, and her breath. They both wrap their arms around each other letting out their passion, fogging the mirrors in the bathroom, making the tile sweat with condensation while the ceiling drips from their heat. For a moment, they let go of their control and open themselves to each other honestly, openly and without an agenda. They stayed in the tub embracing, kissing edges unkissed, smoothing over hair disheveled, locking eyes in confirmation that he was hers and she was only beginning <3 nbsp="" p="">
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