Perfect timing

Have you ever had one of those days were your timing seems to be perfect

Were you had nothing planned and things happened anyway

 

Going behind the closed door

Being close to my love

Fingers through his hair

His hands on my clothes

Lips touching

Tongues flicking

The music, again, it comes back to the music

Move to the rhythm

Feel the kiss become stronger

Welcome his tongue in deeper

Grab and pull each other closer

That look in his eyes

The crocked grin on my face

Slinking out of his reach

Back to that closed door

Quietly turning the lock

Strutting back with my grin reaching my eyes

He sits there watching me

On my knees I go

Pulling his shirt up

A button is in my way

A zipper blocks me

So much material

My tongue has missed him

My hand pulls the elastic from his shorts

I need his cock where I can see every inch

Tongue slipping across the tip

Flicking slowly to the music

In my mouth he goes

Slowly

Slowly

Bobbing my head to the sounds

His moan

The music

No hurry to make him cum

I have missed him inside of me

I hear him speaking

I can’t understand the words

I hear the urgency in his voice

I understand

He cums for me

I swallow him down

Lapping up the last drops

His cock twitching as the orgasm fades

Looking up at him

Looking down at me

The phone starts to ring as his breathing steadies

 

Perfect timing 

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