back.
“Quit,
Reno,” she said, trying hard not to laugh. “I want to wear it!”
“Why all of
a sudden you have to wear something? It’s bedtime!”
“And I feel
like wearing a gown to bed. What’s so
baffling about that?”
But Reno was
already looking at what he wanted. She
was naked from the breasts down. His
penis, once asleep, began to stand up on its own as he looked up and down the
length of her beautiful black body. He
began to massage his balls, and rub his penis.
When Trina
realized what he was doing, she attempted to shove her gown back down over her
body, all in silly fun, but Reno was over it already. There was nothing funny to him. He shoved the gown back up as far as she
would let him, which was only to her small shoulders, and he continued to
massage himself as he slowly moved his mouth toward her breasts.
When he
began kissing her breasts, and sucking her nipples, the joke suddenly died for
Trina too. Because as soon as he removed
his hand from himself and squeezed one breast while he kissed and sucked the
other one, a different feeling overtook Trina. And it wasn’t funny to her anymore either. She lifted that gown over her head, and threw
it across the room.
“That’s my
baby,” Reno said appreciatively as he opened her legs, settled his body between
them, and got on top of her. She could
feel his dick rubbing on the outside of her vagina as he kissed her mouth long
and lovingly, and as he wrapped her in his protective arms. They moaned and groaned together as they
tongue-kissed and mouth-kissed, and Reno rubbed his lips against Tree’s.
And then he
moved down, between those legs, and licked her so slow and lovingly that Trina
became drowsy and completely relaxed from the affectionate way he was doing
her. He wasn’t trying to make her cum,
he was trying to make her feel his love. And she felt it. She closed her
eyes, as his tongue glided even slower across her wet pussy, until he began
moving his tongue between her folds, licking her, and kissing her clit.
She opened
her eyes then. Because the feeling
changed. It wasn’t that faint air of
sensuality anymore, but more extreme sensations. She didn’t just feel his tongue anymore. She felt the texture of his tongue. She didn’t just feel his mouth sweep against
her, she felt his mouth go deep in, sucking her clit, and then eating her
wetness. He was now moving them into the
realm of cum. And he could feel his
fully aroused dick to prove it.
He laid down
on his back, put her on top, and eased his dick in. Trina sat up on top of him, leaned her body
and hands back, and began riding him in inches until every inch of his cock was
all the way inside of her. It was
always, at first, a joyous pain for Trina. Reno was so big. But the more she
moved up on his cock, and eased down, the less pain she felt. Until she felt no pain at all. Her joy overwhelmed it. And she was riding him in a rhythm that had
Reno’s hands on her hips, and his muscular chest inhaling and exhaling in deep,
halting breaths. She was riding him just
that hard.
She came
first.
Reno watched
as her juggling breasts turned harder and harder, and as her flat stomach
pushed in and out in spasm-style jerks. He laid her onto her back, before her cum reached its apex, because he
knew he had to take control to take her to her highest peak.
He took her
there. He thrashed into her with such
heightened passion that she was arching and wiggling beneath him. She was tightening so tight around his rod
that he could hardly move. But he
moved. He pounded her until he couldn’t
maintain either.
And then he
was cumming too. “ Tree ,” he was saying, as he laid down on top of her, squeezed her
body against his, and poured out. He
wasn’t thinking about any other woman. And she wasn’t thinking about any other man. Many were in their respective homes,
“Quit,
Reno,” she said, trying hard not to laugh. “I want to wear it!”
“Why all of
a sudden you have to wear something? It’s bedtime!”
“And I feel
like wearing a gown to bed. What’s so
baffling about that?”
But Reno was
already looking at what he wanted. She
was naked from the breasts down. His
penis, once asleep, began to stand up on its own as he looked up and down the
length of her beautiful black body. He
began to massage his balls, and rub his penis.
When Trina
realized what he was doing, she attempted to shove her gown back down over her
body, all in silly fun, but Reno was over it already. There was nothing funny to him. He shoved the gown back up as far as she
would let him, which was only to her small shoulders, and he continued to
massage himself as he slowly moved his mouth toward her breasts.
When he
began kissing her breasts, and sucking her nipples, the joke suddenly died for
Trina too. Because as soon as he removed
his hand from himself and squeezed one breast while he kissed and sucked the
other one, a different feeling overtook Trina. And it wasn’t funny to her anymore either. She lifted that gown over her head, and threw
it across the room.
“That’s my
baby,” Reno said appreciatively as he opened her legs, settled his body between
them, and got on top of her. She could
feel his dick rubbing on the outside of her vagina as he kissed her mouth long
and lovingly, and as he wrapped her in his protective arms. They moaned and groaned together as they
tongue-kissed and mouth-kissed, and Reno rubbed his lips against Tree’s.
And then he
moved down, between those legs, and licked her so slow and lovingly that Trina
became drowsy and completely relaxed from the affectionate way he was doing
her. He wasn’t trying to make her cum,
he was trying to make her feel his love. And she felt it. She closed her
eyes, as his tongue glided even slower across her wet pussy, until he began
moving his tongue between her folds, licking her, and kissing her clit.
She opened
her eyes then. Because the feeling
changed. It wasn’t that faint air of
sensuality anymore, but more extreme sensations. She didn’t just feel his tongue anymore. She felt the texture of his tongue. She didn’t just feel his mouth sweep against
her, she felt his mouth go deep in, sucking her clit, and then eating her
wetness. He was now moving them into the
realm of cum. And he could feel his
fully aroused dick to prove it.
He laid down
on his back, put her on top, and eased his dick in. Trina sat up on top of him, leaned her body
and hands back, and began riding him in inches until every inch of his cock was
all the way inside of her. It was
always, at first, a joyous pain for Trina. Reno was so big. But the more she
moved up on his cock, and eased down, the less pain she felt. Until she felt no pain at all. Her joy overwhelmed it. And she was riding him in a rhythm that had
Reno’s hands on her hips, and his muscular chest inhaling and exhaling in deep,
halting breaths. She was riding him just
that hard.
She came
first.
Reno watched
as her juggling breasts turned harder and harder, and as her flat stomach
pushed in and out in spasm-style jerks. He laid her onto her back, before her cum reached its apex, because he
knew he had to take control to take her to her highest peak.
He took her
there. He thrashed into her with such
heightened passion that she was arching and wiggling beneath him. She was tightening so tight around his rod
that he could hardly move. But he
moved. He pounded her until he couldn’t
maintain either.
And then he
was cumming too. “ Tree ,” he was saying, as he laid down on top of her, squeezed her
body against his, and poured out. He
wasn’t thinking about any other woman. And she wasn’t thinking about any other man. Many were in their respective homes,
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