When I arrived home, my boyfriend was waiting for me in the living room with eagerness in his soul.

Before I had a chance to set down my briefcase or remove my jacket, he had his arms firmly around me and his lips upon mine. How could I be so lucky as to find a man to greet me in this manner?

All the day’s stress fell from my shoulders. His passionate hunger fired up my whole being. We melted into one another and forgot time. He transported me into another realm, as he always does.

His kisses made my juices flow and my inner thighs burn with longing. Our love dance was about to begin. He placed an afghan on the low coffee table before he sat me down upon it. Telling me to lie back and enjoy the ride, he raised my skirt so he could attend to my warm and moist love nest, but first he had to remove my sheer red thong.

Ever so gently and lovingly, he slipped it down over my thighs so he could nosh on my velvety-smooth pussy lips. His tongue worked its way up my thighs until he reached the gushing pussy. I locked my legs around his head and flung back my own head the moment his tongue gained entry. That wonderful tongue knew all the right moves to make, and my cunt overflowed.

When he’d called me earlier that day to say he couldn’t wait until I got home because he was starved, I thought he was talking about food. I now realized that he had been craving something else. The feeling of his tongue penetrating my canal, as well as his hands stroking my inner thighs and breasts, was all consuming. My senses were peaked to their maximum.

His touch was absolute perfection. He kept me coming over and over again. He gorged himself on my muff, then raised himself up to kiss my mouth once again. I couldn’t wait much longer. I grabbed his cock and massaged it with both hands.

His dick is so big that I have to use both hands to stroke it properly. After a while one of my hands made its way down to his balls, and then past them to insert my pinky into his ass hole. I continued to stroke his dick, massage his balls, and move my pinky in and out of his ass. It was now his turn to experience nirvana.

I slowly began my descent with my tongue, past his chest toward the center of his firm stomach. I spent what must have seemed like an eternity to him just above his pubic area. His dick kept bobbing, pleading with me to engulf it with my mouth.

The tip of his penis was full of his pre-come, which allowed my fingers to massage easily. I lowered my mouth to just above the swelling knob and breathed my warm breath upon it. When I opened my mouth, he was at the height of anticipation. But before I dined on his wonderful tool, I rubbed my face all around it and nuzzled his balls with my nose. Then, slowly and sensuously,

I began licking his balls one at a time.

I took one in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue before I moved on to the other one. I continued this figure-eight motion until I was ready for his rock-hard pole.

I started at the base and painted long wet strokes up one side of it and down the other. I gently swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his pre-come. Then it was time for me to play hide-the-pole. I took him deep down into my throat, surrounding the entire shaft. I bobbed and slurped and feasted like a starving beast. My carnal desires had taken over and turned me into a wanton temptress.

My tongue pressed hard against his dick, and I could feel the pressure building, surging through his rigid cock. It was phenomenal, and before I knew it, he had picked me up and draped me upon the love seat.

By that time, I was putty in his hands. He looked into my eyes and plunged his dick deep into my pussy, pumping like there was no tomorrow.

Again, without my knowing what was to come next, he reached over for the tube of massage cream that was on the end table and squirted some across my breasts, from one nipple to the other. The sensation of this intoxicating move made me come again. He removed his dick from my pleasure nest and worked it between my tits. My cleavage welcomed him. I squeezed my tits around his meat, and away he went.

My tongue was wagging, and each time he moved his dick up toward my mouth, I licked the tip of it. I knew he was getting close to spraying me with his warm come. I was ready for him. He kept pumping until he climaxed, spurting hot white come right into my mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally collapsed on me, his body wet with perspiration from the intensity of our lovemaking. I licked up all his cream — then we held each other close for the rest of the night and slept like babies.