Beyond my Control: Candy and Tia Revisited
Sometimes sharing yourself with the two women you've been sleeping around with can be a cool thing, specially when their husbands still don't know about it. More
“Look at me,” Candy demanded as she gazed deeply into my eyes. “Look at me like a man wanting to make love to his woman,” she hissed as she rolled her tongue seductively over her lips while brushing her palms over her full rounded breasts. “Let you eyes wander all over my body and take in every curve, every firm muscle, every lush ripple.” She hissed in a deep tone as she slowly draped one of her hands down from her round taut breast allowing it to gradually make its way along her abdomen before gliding over her inner waist, her fingers dipping into the small slit of her well developed opening. “Can’t you see how wet I am down here? How wet your eyes make me as you continuously hunger for me; as you devour my body in your mind?
Amazed that she could see through me so well; that she could read me so easily, I looked away from but a moment, remembering the last time I was with her as devoured her on her husbands red velvet pool table, all the while he sat upstairs oblivious to our sexual rendezvous. “Bastard,” she hissed as I looked back into her eyes, seeing that she had become a little annoyed by my actions. “Don’t look away from me!” Candy hissed as she took a large step toward me, her entire body only a few inches from me as she locked her eyes to mine. “Come on boy,” she gasped as she suddenly pushed me forcefully back with both her hands, slamming me on top of the foam mattress as she followed along with me, falling face first onto my chest, crushing her body against mine; blanketing me with her sensual warmth.
“Come now my lover, there is no need to be embarrassed; you have seen so much more of me before now.” Candy said playfully as she draped the tip of her tongue against my lips, her long raven black hair lashing out across the sides of her face, shadowing her beauty to my lusting eyes as she crushed her hips deeply into me, allowing my hardened member to feel her warm wetness glistening out across the tip.
“Damn I am so wet right now,” she hissed as she pushed herself up over me, arching her hips forward, she glided her waist over my chest till my face was mere inches away from her hot, wet opening. “Look at it,” she said as she narrowed her eyes, reclining back against me as she held her arms taunt against my thighs. Look at it my love… smell it,” she hissed as I willingly gave into her demand. Gazing deeply at her tight pussy, I could see her own feminine fluids leaking out from her slit, the pure sight of her love canal staring back at me as if call for me to devour it, to take it ever so slowly; to claim it as my own. “Mmm… yes… so intoxicating,” I growled as I took in the musky fragrance, allowing it to fill my body with its empowering scent, its deepening aroma; it’s loving perfume. “Priceless… and beautiful,” I whispered as I brought my arms up to her sides, gliding the tips of my fingers gently down around her waist, brushing the my fingers hungrily across her delicate flower, her hot opening, engrossed by the feeling of her body.