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Every aspect of my body ached with sexual pleasure, from my moist swollen lips, which throbbed with a sensual beat through to the muscles deep within my groin. It was an intense reminder of my many hours of lovemaking. The night I had so yearned for and imagined time and time again in my mind, had come to a glorious event. It was no ordinary night, no ordinary fuck, this was my utterly wanton night of carnal lust with a man who had plagued my mind with messages of desire and passion to a point I was beyond desperate to have him and be had by him.

The night I had so longed for over many months had left me feeling weakened yet deliciously used and wanted. Flashes of the previous night merged and danced in my head, the hours of delirious passion, intense, hard and carnal. I remember dozing in places only to be awakened what seemed moments later, to a hard solid cock teasing and stroking my skin, seeking even more attention and pleasure.

Oh the hunger that was within me, a real physical hunger in which I had to seek food. I felt famished and craving sustinence. Having thrown on his shirt I took the chance to slip away and find refreshment. I was needy of food and drink; desperate in fact, I felt drained of all nourishment and immensely dehydrated. I was deeply relieved to see the croissants, and juice, sitting there in the kitchen and took no time to tear at the flaky delight and taste the sweetness of the thick jam, which felt beyond a relief for my ravished body.

Although intent on my eating my senses were quickly awakened to the presence of his tall frame standing behind me. Dressed casually in his morning robe, he moved closer. His insatiable appetite was yet again focused on me, not my delightfully moreish croissant. His hands instantly were upon me and began to move up my body once again, this time pulling me gently back into his frame.

How after the hours of so much intense fucking could he find the stamina to seek more? His mouth and lips found my skin and I gave a little telling shudder as I felt him caress up my neck and feast upon me once again. Sweet, meaningful kisses gave way to my tender body responding even yearning again for more. How could I take anymore? Sex in kitchen, how could we fuck even more? But seemingly that was not something I lingered on, as my mind was turned on to the feeling I was having between my legs, a telling response to what was happening and what I wanted.

As I turned to face him, my hands too slipped down to feel his cock instinctively hard and needy under his boxer shorts. I instantly wanted to taste him again; taste my last juices that probably still were on him. I felt compelled to drop to my knees in a subservient fashion to devour even more. As my mouth teased and licked him, I still needed to savour the sweetness of the jam, but unrelenting I swirled the sticky substance playfully around his manhood adding more delight to my mouth as I enthusiastically licked his moist end.

As I looked up to his face I saw his eyes never wavering as he locked his vision directly to mine. I felt elated again and forget that only a few hours earlier my head was buried deep into the pillow as he pummelled my pussy with deep thrusting strokes, meaningfully taking me further and further in waves of intense passion.

But seconds later I found myself carefully perched and positioned on top of his island, my shirt fully opened to reveal my naked stomach and breasts again, this time his fingers began swirling and pulling at my nipples while lavishly soothing and cooling them with my sweet jam. I loved the sudden coldness of the jam quickly warmed by his mouth as he took in my nipple and began enjoying both the taste and feeling of the soft flesh below. The sensation of his eating us both sent beautiful twinges all over my body.

But his need did not stop there, glancing up with a knowing smile he slid my panties down my legs exposing the full extent of my soft pubic hair before his head lowered and nestled eagerly between my thighs. My body continued to be delicately played; this time his tongue offered soft wet pleasure as he carefully cooled and delighted my throbbing and used pussy. The memory of our night of raw fucking continued and I was beautifully reminded of the pleasure to come again. His wish to fuck me again was all evident as his 2 fore fingers suddenly plunged deep into my pussy, my over sensitive flesh cried out from the instant penetration but soon warmed to the arousal of being fingered firmly.  As I caught his glance I saw all the time he was focused on my reaction and my body’s invitation.

His fingers soon gave way to his cock and I felt the full extent of his hard arousal thrust in me again as I found myself filled, his appetite for my body unrelenting. With my legs parted wider he plunged deeper and deeper, only giving way to move up to my mouth to kiss me firmly on the lips, a sign of his lustful craving for me. I felt his completely to do with as he wished and wanted only to be all consumed by him.

His hands continued to enjoy my naked torso and stroke my skin before he brought me to him, sliding me off the island and into his arms to hold me momentarily. Turning me around he tilted me forward, forcing my back flat while I felt him yet again, his cock like iron, plunge his full length into me.

My arousal building with extreme pleasure, my body demanded more and I thrust my bottom back feeling my body almost split with his volume inside me. My swollen figure not preventing me from fucking him hard and deep, I lost my senses and just sort to crave him more. As our actions built he held my hair back forcing my body to move to him, his cock punishing my pussy for seeking his attention, while he fucked and kissed me in equal measure.

Yet again my body succumbed and I felt the exquisite pleasure burning and building inside me, my muscles deep inside clenching in wait for my delicious orgasm to explode. Ah the ecstasy I felt once again as we unleashed our bodies upon each other. It was such extraordinary bliss, a heavenly feeling of pain and pleasure. As my body mellowed once again I felt the slight soreness between my thighs return again. A soreness of lust, yet a sign of his unrelenting passion and my need to be devoured.

We looked at each other again, no words needed to be said, but he smiled as he picked up the tray of morning nourishment, my half nibbled croissant still in evidence and walked off back to the bedroom. I couldn’t help but smile back as I saw the jam sitting keenly on the tray. Love my naughty female erotica.

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