What would I do if I could be with you?
In my black lace underwear, I'd kneel before you, undoing your belt and zip. I'd pull down your trousers and pants to your knees, and breathe hotly over your exposed cock and balls. I'd put my hands around you, and squeeze your bum cheeks as I fluttered my eyelashes up your soft shaft, until I felt you beginning to swell. Then I'd suck little kisses down your hardening cock, pausing every so often to look up at you towering above me...
If I could meet you, I would make this fantasy our future. What will I do with you?
I'll have you sit down on the floor, with your legs out straight, so I can straddle your lap and let you feel my black, lacy knickers along your naked, growing length. I'll run my hands across your broad, strong shoulders, and ease your tautening muscles as I breathe hotly upon your neck like I breathed onto your cock. I'll nuzzle my face into your skin where your shoulders join your neck, and wriggle the tip of my tongue slowly, up to your ear.
I'll suck on your ear lobe, and nibble up the outer edge, all the while grinding black lace onto your cock as my wetness begins to coat your darkening skin. Then I'll softly bite and kiss my way back down your neck, across your broad chest to the other side of your face. There, I'll kiss a trail up to your mouth, and feather-soft lay a kiss on your lips...
If I could have you, I would make this fantasy our present. What am I doing to you right now, in my mind?
I'm pressing my lips to yours, first gently, tiny whispers of my desire pressed in shallow moments to your mouth. Then, as I circle my lust-bound hips on yours, I kiss you harder, and dip my tongue into you, little probes of electric flickers that gain space as I wish you'd gain entrance to my wet, swollen pussy. I run my fingertips over your scalp, pulling you close to me as I kiss you deeply, dancing our tongues together in swirling mimic of the dance my pussy plays upon your cock.
Do I hear you groan? Do I feel a new subtlety in the juice that joins us? Have you oozed out shining pre-cum to flavour my sticky-and-slick nectar? I stop grinding and slide a hand down between us. As I wiggle my fingers between cock and lips, I feel your smooth shaft on the back of my hand, and my black lace on my fingertips; day and night press onto my hand, where the moon meets the sun and is fucked in a whirling dream. I smile into your eyes, and see that you want me.
I want you.
Raising my hand again, I softly smear our mixing scent on your lips, and as you taste me, I lean forward, lace-bound hard nipples scraping your broad, handsome chest. I breathe into your ear...
"Fuck me."
Before you can react, I push against you to pull myself up, and let you feast your eyes on my round, curvy figure. I unclip my bra and release my two large breasts in a plump wobble, two huge delights that spill over the threshold of your desperate grasp. More than a handful, and you love my tits! I let you squeeze me for a second or two, brushing your fingers over my erect nipples, and then slap away your hands.
I turn around so my big, lacy bum is the only thing in your gaze, with smears of liquid stars swathing my soft, satin thighs. Still straddling you, I hook my thumbs into the lace, and slowly pull down my knickers, to reveal my cheeks and the cleft in my needing flesh. My juices have squelched their way up the crack, and as I bend to remove my knickers, my hot scent fills your nostrils and you can see my swollen, plump cunt ready to be fucked.
Turning quickly and slapping away your hands, I rest my own on your shoulders, and lower myself down. With my thighs spread apart, another heavy, sweet waft of my scent billows upwards to slide across your lips, and I ease my throbbing, desperate entrance onto the head of your cock.
I grin.
"Do you want me? Do you want to fuck me?"
I feel your hands snake around my waist, the force of your heavy, muscled arms fighting down against the strength of my meaty thighs as I hold you still at my entrance, letting my pussy clench and unclench against your own desperation.
"Oh, you do? Then let me fuck you."
Without warning, I slam myself down onto your cock, splitting my tight, oozing walls with the entire length of your aching hardness! I grind my wet lips onto you, so the base of your desire is pressed against me with tiny diamond bubbles, and slow, little trickles of clear, slippery honey find folds and curves in which to lick themselves down to your tightening balls.
I circle my hips upon you, feeling your whole length inside, undulating my inner desires against your twitching marble as I force my mouth onto yours.