The Gentleman Caller.

This man. This man with the mouth that could kiss her all over.  This man who would gently pull her hair to turn her face toward his.  Yeah.  This man.

She asks if he would enter her home with his cock out, hard, she will be on her knees ready to lick taste devour.  She waits.  For no man.  While on her knees she imagines him walking through the door, it is enough to make her cunt wet.

He walks through the door without saying a word.  Cock hard.  Cock ready.  She licks her lips and opens wide.  His cock is big but she swallows it whole.  And then she says hello.  It’s been a while.

She leads him to her bedroom, guiding him by his cock.  The room is soft and warm and inviting.  He can’t contain himself this first time.  She actually gasps when he pushes through her intentions.  His cock impales her and her cunt responds with the wet sounds of passion.  It’s been a long time coming.

The kiss tells her all she needs to know about this man.  This man kisses her with the wild abandon that only comes from desire.  She hears herself moan inside his mouth.  There is something just so fucking hot about his kiss.

His head between her legs his tongue finding where it ought be – she pulls him to her by his hair.  Come back here.  Breathe this fire into her.  Let her start again.  Now she needs to control herself.  Make it last make it real make it a dance.  The energy is right there.

There is something about this man that needs to be unleashed.  It is right fucking there.  She wants him out of control – she wants to go there with him.  They slow down to the natural rhythm of their inner animal.  That animal that usually hides or cowers from the fire.  Come my baby come come my baby you’re my butterfly sugar baby.

He has to kiss her now.  She feels the demand while he pulls her closer.  Yes.  Pull her body into yours  and make her scream.  His fingers inside her hot wet juicy fuck yes harder please – the kiss is what drives her over the edge and here she comes – again – again – again.

He rests she waits.  It isn’t that she is insatiable or patient but somehow he has started something she does not want to finish.  Not yet.  And again and again and again.  He is sated.  She is a mess.  Her hair her make up her body – it has been thoroughly enjoyed.

And so it is.