Sex with Cream and Cognac

The idea to spice up our love life a bit came to my fiancée, and I immediately accepted. The idea itself wasn’t a bad one, and being open to new things got me very excited. After a refreshing shower, we were both ready to bring new elements into the couple’s relationship. We were both naked. Lory told me to make myself comfortable in bed while she went into the bathroom holding a paper bag. It was shaping up to be a night of hot sex. I was already imagining her in some sort of outfit.

The bathroom door opened, and she just poked her head out and told me to close my eyes and especially not to cheat. I was lying on the bed with my legs slightly apart. My penis was half erect, but my eyes were closed. The door opened. Every step she took on the floor helped me determine how close she was to me, to the edge of the bed. I had to see the surprise. At her request, I opened my eyes. Beside the bed was Lory with her back to me, slightly arched with her back to me.

I immediately put my hand on her buttocks, sighing inwardly. I liked what I saw. When asked what I thought as she pirouetted in front of me, I started scanning her from head to toe. She had a provocative, exciting outfit. A black fishnet girdle covering her buttocks a little, a pair of black fishnet panties, a pair of fishnet stockings of the same colour covering half her thighs, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes. She looked splendid.

I stood up, hugged her and began to kiss her fiercely. The cock was hard now; her hand played with it the whole time, and I gently tickled her labia. I was ready for action, but what was the rush? She seemed to be hinting that she wanted to take things slowly. While my eyes were closed, Lory had placed a glass of cognac on the nightstand next to the bed, a good quality one. I was so taken by the way she was dressed that I didn’t notice that glass.

After taking off her panties, she took her glass and went to the window. I had a mission to bring a pillow to put down by the window. It didn’t take me long to understand what she wanted. She placed the glass on the floor, then turned her back to me, arching her back with the rear towards me. I knelt on the cushion and spread her legs a little. In an instant, my mouth was glued to her pussy.

My tongue made its way into her vagina. She was leaning against the sill with her hands, moaning softly and sighing, leaning more towards the window, and her bottom was closer to me. I was trying to make as much room as possible between her legs. I caught her labia with my lips, tugging gently on them. My right leg lifted, holding it in the air, and my mouth was pressed against her vulva. She sobbed intensely as she moved her pelvis up and down, rubbing her labia against my lips.

At one point, he stopped moving, turned to me and sat on her knees in front of me. Our arms wrapped around each other; our mouths joined in a long, seemingly endless kiss. With difficulty, we stopped. She kissed my neck and my chest. At that moment, I stood up in front of her. She grabbed my penis and kissed the tip. From the glass on the floor, she took with her fingers and sprinkled my penis with that liquor. It was a little cold and felt like it was stinging a little. She licked my cock eagerly, and her lips sucked it with fire.

Every now and then, she added a few more squirts on the tip. I looked at her delightedly. I ran my hand through her hair, gently stroking her head. On the wall behind me was a tall mirror. She was delighted to see herself in the mirror as her lips and tongue caressed my glans. I was pretty turned on. I was as ready as ever to penetrate her deep inside her vagina. I helped her to her feet. With one motion, I picked her up and laid her on the bed. I could see the satisfaction in the corner of her mouth after this gesture.

She got comfortable, and I immediately sat on her. We kissed a little. I could never get enough of the taste of her vagina. I wanted to taste her some more. I went straight between her widely spread legs. My tongue was caressing her labia and clit… aah… her hand was playing in my hair, like a snake I was moving my tongue along her sap. Never enough, but I stopped because I wanted her to feel my hard, hard cock, deep. I went in.

Kissers by nature, we couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss long and lustfully. After a few back-and-forth, warm-up-like movements, I stayed deep inside her and sought my rhythm of movements, our pubes rubbing against each other. She moaned softly, my cock stroking her deeply. I released her mouth so she could concentrate. I began to kiss her neck and shoulder. She put her hands on my buttocks, helping me find my rhythm. she sobbed a lot, more intensely. … …

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