He Positioned Himself, Lining Up His Shaft with My Slick Entrance
My heart swelled with pride at seeing him, knowing I had brought him to that point of absolute bliss.
I cherish the tranquil evenings, particularly when I can relax with a glass of wine and the presence of a satisfying man. I giggled flirtatiously, savoring Max’s attention and the undeniable fact that he found me utterly irresistible.
Sitting on the sofa, I shifted my position, balancing on one buttock and uncrossing my legs to better engage with Max’s pawing and kisses. I let my dress slip down my shoulders, exposing the swell of my heavy breasts.
I felt Max’s hands sliding up my thighs. The roughness of his fingers against my smooth skin sent a shiver down my spine. Max looked at me, knowing that I was ripe for the taking.
He cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling my erect nipples. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a fiery kiss that sent my senses reeling. His other hand slid between my legs, the fabric of my lacy panties the only barrier between his fingers and my wetness.
I whispered a gasp as Max’s fingertips lightly traced my clit, igniting a spark that sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through my core, and I involuntarily pushed my hips forward, urging him…