What Is One Of Your Favorite Sexcipades?

Tell me your fantasy…

What is one of your favorite sexcipades?

On the way home late one evening from a lifestyle event, Angel was wearing only a hoodie. Being the passenger princess, she was reclined all the way back and as it should be, my hand was between her thighs. Making her twitch and arch with anticipation, never letting her have that full release, just built beyond what she could handle. On a long empty highway in the middle of the desert, she could take no more and I could not deny her any longer. Pulling over, I told her to take off the hoodie. I reclined my seat and made her climb up to straddle my face, naked body exposed to all who may pass by. I kept her there, firmly grasping her ass and pulling her in tighter. Savoring every drop of her, hearing her moans and exclamations of the highest euphoria, grinding my tongue and never letting her pull away while car after car passed by. Never knowing if their headlights allowed them a glimpse of Angel in all her alluring beauty, trembling as she was finally allowed to let go of all she had bottled up. The rest of the drive home was tender, warm, and full of mute love for all that each other embodies. However, when we finally made it home….

It was time to repay Sir the favor…

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“Pinned to the shower wall, water running down your back, your warm skin tingles against the coolness of the wall. Back arched with your nipples grazing the shower and your cheek pressed to the wall, you breathe heavy as I slide my tongue all the way up and down, between your cheeks. Legs spread apart as my hands and fingers dance inside you and on your clit. Just before you reach that moment of ecstasy, you hear a loud crash. Waking you from your fantasy, you realize the crash was thunder as a storm passes over the house. The sound of the shower was the music of the monsoon on our roof. The feel of my skin... you are pleased to see is real. Your head on my arm, back pressed against me with my right arm wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. Unable to sleep myself and seeing you have been awaken by the storm, I pull you tighter. In doing so, I can feel a cool slick dribble being pressed against me. Moving left arm down and grabbing your breast and my right hand trailing down your curves, I slide it over your body and between your thighs, and pull you in closer. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of you, I hold you just like that. The roll of the thunder, the patter of the rain, and the howl of the wind are the symphony. My hand on your wet lips, the conductor. "Relax... I'll tame your storms, Angel..." Now, ease back into my embrace and dream again. I'll bring it to life for your senses. Dream, Angel. Dream, my love.”

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