Jay shows the way


The love of my life was a man with whom there was no future. He was from a different country, a different culture and was married. We were lovers. There was never a more passionate affair than the one between Jay and me. We couldn’t get enough of one another and in the short time we were together I had more orgasms than in practically any other time of my life. Jay was very dark, not black but the colour of rich, dark walnut. He was compact but beautifully formed with a spread of dark hair across his chest and a long, thick, circumcised cock, the size of which belied his slight build. He had dark eyes, beautifully framed with thick dark lashes, a generous, strong nose and a smile that opened up his face. He could speak English but his vocabulary wasn’t vast. We connected in other ways. We made love on a daily basis. Earth shattering orgasms always engulfed us both, often simultaneously. The man was insatiable, he had what seemed to be a permanent erection and he made me insatiable as well. Jay always shaved his pubic area, in his culture it was done generally for hygiene reasons and he was always surprised that although I Ankara escort was neatly trimmed, I didn’t. He was also surprised that I had never engaged in anal sex. It wasn’t something that turned me off but I had never gotten around to it and it was my pussy that ached for him not my ass. One evening he turned up at my house. Kissing me passionately in the door way we didn’t make it any further before he started removing my clothes. On the way to the bedroom I grabbed a bottle of champagne I had been chilling and two glasses. When he kissed me I was always instantly aroused; the same for him. Our kisses were so passionate that we could never only kiss. It always ended in orgasms. He was kissing me as I rested the bottle and glasses on the nightstand, only pausing to remove my top from over my head and to help my fumbling, trembling fingers unbutton his shirt. As he lay back on the bed I began kissing his chest, trailing my tongue down his torso, I could hear him groaning already and mumbling passionate words in a language I couldn’t understand. It aroused me, to hear him speaking to me like Ankara escort bayan that, even though I didn’t know what he was saying. His cock was already engorged, standing proud, anticipating the feel of my hot mouth around it. I took a swig from the bubbly and keeping it in my mouth, slid my lips around his cock. He gasped as the cold bubbles clung to his throbbing prick, causing a tingling, not only in his genitals but to course through his body. “My sexy girl,” he murmured; his hands in my hair. “You love my dick, don’t you?” Champagne was running out of my mouth onto his thighs as he thrust harder into my mouth, enjoying the different sensation as my mouth drained and heated once more. He withdrew from my mouth so I could feast my eyes on his saliva soaked cock, harder than any other cock I’ve known. He knew how I loved the sight of it all glistening and wet. He trailed it over my breasts, pausing to rub his little slit over each of my nipples making them moist with his precum before he licked it off me. Taking the champagne, he dribbled some into my cleavage and watched with awe Escort Ankara as it trickled down my belly before lapping it from my body. Taking a little more he dribbled it lower so it caught between my legs. He gently spread my thighs and dipping his head he nuzzled his face into my cunt and sucked the bubbles from me. He slipped two fingers into me and as he sucked and slurped on my pulsing clit he stuffed them in and out of me, making me gasp. Then he stopped. He stood up and poured us both a glass and then he left the room, his stiff prick leading the way. I leaned back on my elbows, wondering what he was doing and he came back into the room carrying a bowl of water, a wash cloth, some baby lotion and a razor with him. “Open up for me baby.” He said, kneeling between my legs. I obeyed. I jumped as he squirted cold baby lotion over my mound. My pussy was pounding with anticipation as he spread it around with his fingers. He looked me in the eyes as he reached for the razor. “I’ll be very careful.” He promised. I nodded, trusting him completely, eager for him to carry on. Expertly he began shaving my exposed pussy, pausing occasionally to rinse the razor. The gliding of the cold razor over my newly bare skin was causing the juices to run inside me and trickle from between my puffed lips. His cock was still hard as he was intently gazing into my cunt, sticky with baby lotion, sticky with the fluid of my passion.

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