Persuasive Approval - Sex Stories

Persuasive Approval

... impatient fingers opening the buttons on his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zip on his trousers, slipping her fingers into the waist and pulling his pants and briefs over his thighs, pausing to admire the magnificent standing object peeking through his shirt. A body swimming in a sea of testosterone and hormonal chaos, a heart banging inside his chest, a surge of blood rushing into genitalia, impatient gestures responding to impulsive urges, removing his shirt and kicking his shoes across the floor, almost losing his balance as he stepped out of his trousers. A brief exchange of lips, gentleness courting affection, lifting her in his arms as if she was no heavier than a child, walking into the open lounge area and laying her down on one of the rugs in front of the open fire, pausing briefly to gaze at the vision of wonder before him, a welcoming smile playing upon her lips, an aching vulva open and inviting, the warm liquid heat manifesting between her legs indicating her readiness and her willingness to submit to a commitment of coital interaction. Urgency responding to expectation, dropping to his knees in an intimate union of sixty-nine, his buttocks hovering above her face, his oval testicles swinging precariously in a tender sack, dangling like two hairy plums, occasionally brushing her chin and nose, slipping his hands between her warm thighs, parting her legs and opening her body, his talented tongue embarking on a thrilling journey over her navel and ...

... pubic bone, tracing a moist path over the soft skin of her inner thighs, his mouth following the warm wet trail of saliva, his lips peppering soft kisses along her thighs, his tongue leaving a trail of fire over her burning skin. Pulling the cheeks of his bottom apart and running a finger along the perineum, pulling the dark pubic hair inside the crack of his buttocks and probing his anus, moving away from the anal enquiry, gripping the fleshy limb in her hand, working him hard, back and forth, pulling the tight foreskin over the bulbous head, stretching it down the swollen shaft, sweeping her tongue over the hairy scrotum and cradling his balls in her hand, giving each one a gentle squeeze before taking them into her mouth, swirling the hairy spheres over her playful tongue, nipping the rough skin gently between her teeth, letting them slip from her mouth to the sanctuary of the scrotum, traces of lipstick coating the rugged skin. The warmth of his mouth, the acquaintance of touch and the electric sensation of his velvety tongue travelling south and bathing her naval inviting pleasurable moans and a simulation of persuasive movements, his nimble fingers moving in a timeless dance, following the moist trail of his mouth, his lips feathering traces of fire over her soft thighs, pressing his chin against the pubic bone, increasing the pressure, letting her feel the heat of his breath, a well-practiced tongue gifted in the art of cunnilingus searching through the pubic jungle, ...