We were lying in bed next to each other, no clothes on, watching TV. Well, it was sort of on in the background. Neither of us were really watching it. I was just so glad to have my husband back in the house. Now that the truth had come out, I was shocked with myself that I could ever have believed he would cheat on me. Especially with one of his students. Especially with a fifteen-year-old student. We'd been married for twenty-two years, and he'd been faithful for every one of them. I was ashamed that I could ever have accused him of such a crime.
I was savouring his presence next to me. We had been a month apart, and I had missed him so. I had missed the feel of his strong, freckled arms around me. My heart had yearned for the scratch of his orange whiskers on my cheek, his soft, urgent lips on mine. I had longed to run my fingers through the curly-redness of his hair and gaze into his sparkling, blue eyes. I had missed his charming, lopsided grin with those bright-white teeth.
But now he was back.
"Gotta piss," he replied simply.
"You desperate?" I asked, sensing a game coming on. He shrugged. "Hold it. " It was an order.
And hold it he did. We sat at the kitchen table, eating Kraft Dinner in the middle of the night, Kevin sucking back more glasses of water than I thought a man could hold. Every third glass, he made it a Pepsi. We chatted normally over our meal, the only quirk being Kev's squirming, which was becoming more frequent and more urgent by the minute, as the liquids and the caffeine entered his body.
After 'supper,' I broke out the old Miller Family photo albums, the ones that Kevin's mother had sent up for us to leaf through. We sat cross-legged on the bed, on top of the covers, laughing until we cried at most of the pictures.
"I don't think I can hold it anymore. " His soft words drifting into my ear made my entire body erupt instantly with goosebumps, and my loins tingled expectantly. Soap now had both hands pressed to his zipper and he was squeezing his thighs together urgently. "I'm gonna piss my fucking pants. "
"Well you can't do that, my baby," I teased softly. "Big boys don't wet their pants.
He looked at me, that sexy smirk still playing on his lips, as he got up to sit on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor. He was pressing his thighs together harder than ever, squeezing his hands in there, trying desperately to keep it in. When I placed my hands on his bare shoulders from behind, and squeezed them, it pushed him over the edge.
"Fuck!" he swore, still grinning devillishly as a wet, warm jet darkened the front of his jeans. "Oh shit. I'm pissing my pants. "
He stood up in the middle of the room, facing me, and I remained kneeling on the bed. He was still holding the front of his pants, but the stream couldn't be stopped now. He flooded his jeans until every inch of them was dripping. Every few seconds, he would let out an involuntary grunt as his muscles contracted, making his ass cheeks tighten and his penis twitch. His hardening cock made the pressure uncomfortable, so he quickly shed the piss-soaked jeans, standing there in his tight, white briefs. There was a puddle at his feet and it was taking all the self-control I possessed not to jump on him and rip his underwear off.
When his river slowed to a trickle, then to a drip, and finally to a stop, I bounded off the bed, flinging off my clothes, my lips sticking to his. I kissed my way down his face and neck, down his chest, his torso, past his bellybutton. I licked and sucked at his waistline as my hands slid the sopping briefs down, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles.
Our lips found each other again, and this time Kevin threw me on the bed. Our naked, sweaty bodies slid together, back and forth against each other as we kissed and sucked and groped and squeezed each other until we were blind from passion and desire. When he spread my legs and entered me, he was rough and unforgiving in his eagerness. But his lips were soft as they plundered mine. His hands were soft as they tangled themselves in my hair and fondled my breasts. His feet were soft as he slid them up and down my calves.
But his moans were not soft. They were growing louder and louder as I reached climax, my wet pussy tightening around his throbbing cock and my naked, shining body writhing beneath his. My fingertips were digging into his thighs with such force that they drew blood. Seconds after me, with his loudest, most desperate groan yet, Kevin exploded.
Samo punoletni
Ova veb stranica sadrži golotinje, eksplicitni seksualni sadržaj i jezik za odrasle. Trebalo bi da ga pristupe samo punoletne osobe na fizičkoj lokaciji odakle pristupate sajtu. Pristupanjem ovom veb sajtu, predstavljate nam se da ste punoletni i slažete se sa našim odredbama i uslovima. Svaka neovlaštena upotreba ove stranice može kršiti državni, savezni i / ili strani zakon. Dok Zuzanane stvara niti proizvodi bilo koji sadržaj koji je naveden na našim oglasima; svi naši oglasi moraju biti u skladu sa našim standardima starosti i sadržaja.
Zuzana ima politiku nulte tolerancije za dečiju pornografiju ili maloletnike koji oglašavaju ili koriste našu veb lokaciju. Slažem se da prijavim nezakonite usluge ili aktivnosti koje krše Uslove Korišćenja.
Takođe slažem se da prijavim sumnjivu eksploataciju maloletnika i / ili trgovinu ljudima odgovarajućim vlastima.
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