The blindfold is more about sensory deprivation than keeping me in the dark. The fewer distractions in the room, the more intensified my other senses become. I can hear and synchronize our breathing to match any rapid escalation. I can certainly hear the slurpy wet friction that supplies its own particular turn-on. I find it curious the taste in my mouth changes with my aroused state, yet it gives me insights into timing my releases. My sense of touch is especially piqued as it encompasses my whole body. Anything offered to my lips will be savored for its own distinct flavors with curious gusto.
The knee lift supports keep me properly positioned for your access, whether it is fingers, tongue or what we both crave… full inhabitation in our best efforts to become one.
My toes already curl in anticipation of our encounter. I hear a faint buzzing and immediately know I will be treated to a mechanical delight, with unending and tireless stamina. Any bit of selfishness you may have, is put aside to assure my pleasure before yours. There is plenty of sharing in our relationship and I’m already scheming about my reciprocation.
When first contact is initiated, it is your lips on my breasts, nursing and nibbling the nipples. You hum in appreciation as I join in from the arousal you are inducing. At the same time, a slender vibrating probe, slippery and slick, slides into me with ease. I welcome the paced stimulation and squirm from the back and forth thrusts that elevates my sighs to gasps. I feel myself getting wetter from the delicious friction. The buzzing fades as it delves deeper and your lips move to assist the throbbing nub at the entry. I imagine it all in my mind’s eye as my body responds to this profound change up. A louder rumble is introduced and replaces the slender probe to stretch me wider. Tantalizing on paper, in reality it is everything, as I moan my approval in response. I pull my thighs further apart to accommodate the perceived magnitude. I murmur for deeper delving and I quickly adapt the envelope around it. When it’s at its seemingly deepest, you begin to stir me… in widening circles to further spread me open. I know what I’m being prepared for, and I fairly drool at the prospect of that impalement. Your lips are back at my swollen breasts, tongue flicks and hard suction that fuel my arousal, but makes you crazed. You are kissing me now, probing my throat with your long tongue to syncopate with the thrusts still going on below. The vibrator and I are taken through a series of pulses you do your best to mimic with your tongue. The double possession has me delirious and groaning with profound pleasures. Your own breathing has become ragged and accelerated, so you pull back to catch your breath, and watch me relish the vibrating rumbles inside me. The taste has changed in my mouth. I am verbal and descriptive of the sensations I’m experiencing and announce my approaching climax. With that proclamation, you gather your forces to replace the probe with yourself to bring our orgasms in-line with each other. It’s a tight fit, but more than welcome into my soggy swollen depths. Your own cries of gratification are exuberant and filled with awe at the extreme tightness I have wrapped around your girth. My warm wetness accommodates your movements and soon we are both screaming with the jubilance of our simultaneous release. You shudder, I shiver,… you explode, I spark and detonate… you thunder, while fireworks appear in my field of limited vision. My toes curl again, but they are now behind my ears. You free me from the straps and I collapse into your embrace. Remaining inside of me, gifts me a few aftershocks, even as you slowly soften. Your appreciative kisses smother me with true affection and gratitude for the exponential episode. I’m already planning for the rematch as my dazed, sex-crazed body and brain begins to recover and reset.
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