stretched out in front of him.
“Manuel,” she urged. “Don’t have such a stiff neck. Just take me in your arms, and find out what is here. Don’t try to think about it. You can’t know if the meat is good until you taste it.”
His heart skipped a beat. She was ravishingly beautiful, her dark lustrous skin picking up the highlights from the fire, her eyes liquid with yearning, her body arched toward him, her mouth slightly open and moist.
She traced her fingers across the top of his thigh and then sat up abruptly, bringing her face to his ear, biting the outer ridge and running her tongue into the sensitive center, breathing lightly. “Do you think I’ve forgotten how your mouth feels on my nipples, how your fingers feel in my cunt, how your cock tastes on my tongue? Do you think I could forget how I cried each time you entered me? Do you know how deeply I loved you? And now, after a lot of men and a lot of experience, I am not the naive girl I was. I am a woman who has tasted a few things, and I tell you, nothing is as sweet as feeling you come inside me, and squeezing my thighs together, and sucking the juice from your cock. It’s only to you that I have ever opened in that way, because it’s only with you that I want to make a baby.”
She kissed his cheeks and lips and she smiled. “I’m still the old-fashioned woman under this chic dress,” she said. “I still want to have a man make me his. I still want to feel his seed grow inside me.” She ran her hand down his broad chest, over his belly, and onto his crotch, where his cock stirred lazily under her touch.
“My cunt is hungry for you, Manuel. Feed my cunt. Give it what it wants.”
He wanted her with growing lust mixed with astonishment. “Can it be that she still feels this way for me after all this time?” he thought.
As though reading his thought, she whispered, “Do you imagine your feeling for me is dead?”
Manuel let go of his doubts, his hesitation, and with a single gesture took Alma in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. At once, they merged into a single sensation, losing all sense of separateness as two beings. Manuel remembered how often they had verged on this, and how desperately he had wanted this, not to remain outside the woman, fucking her, but for both of them to enter the space of fucking together, so there was no one fucking and no one being fucked, but rather a fucking which happened of its own accord, in which they were both taken up and transported to a state of bliss.
Her mouth opened and sucked his tongue inside. The breath was pulled from his chest, and she breathed the air from his lungs, filling herself, and then emptying herself back into him, so that the same air went from body to body, without being dispersed. Her tongue pushed his back, hot and wet, forcing itself into his mouth, sending vibrations of pleasure down into his belly. He crushed her to him, his powerful arms enveloping her entirely, and she stretched out her legs so as to lie more easily against him. The two of them sank slowly to the floor, until they lay side by side, thighs touching thighs, his cock bulging out and into the hollow between her legs, her lush breasts flattened against his firm chest, their mouths hungrily eating at one another, trying to overcome a year’s fast with a single meal.
Alma pulled back, reeling from his kiss. Manuel’s face was a hollow mask of lust. His eyes were turgid with smoldering sex. Something deeper than he had planned on had been triggered in him, and his response had taken him far past the mildly erotic experience he had been expecting.
“My God, you can still do it to me like that,” she gasped. “I was so afraid that after all this, maybe I wouldn’t find you enough for me. That maybe I had become too sophisticated for you. But not down deep where it counts; down there, I’m still your woman.”
He looked at the woman in front of him. She had become undone, her hair falling out of its
“Manuel,” she urged. “Don’t have such a stiff neck. Just take me in your arms, and find out what is here. Don’t try to think about it. You can’t know if the meat is good until you taste it.”
His heart skipped a beat. She was ravishingly beautiful, her dark lustrous skin picking up the highlights from the fire, her eyes liquid with yearning, her body arched toward him, her mouth slightly open and moist.
She traced her fingers across the top of his thigh and then sat up abruptly, bringing her face to his ear, biting the outer ridge and running her tongue into the sensitive center, breathing lightly. “Do you think I’ve forgotten how your mouth feels on my nipples, how your fingers feel in my cunt, how your cock tastes on my tongue? Do you think I could forget how I cried each time you entered me? Do you know how deeply I loved you? And now, after a lot of men and a lot of experience, I am not the naive girl I was. I am a woman who has tasted a few things, and I tell you, nothing is as sweet as feeling you come inside me, and squeezing my thighs together, and sucking the juice from your cock. It’s only to you that I have ever opened in that way, because it’s only with you that I want to make a baby.”
She kissed his cheeks and lips and she smiled. “I’m still the old-fashioned woman under this chic dress,” she said. “I still want to have a man make me his. I still want to feel his seed grow inside me.” She ran her hand down his broad chest, over his belly, and onto his crotch, where his cock stirred lazily under her touch.
“My cunt is hungry for you, Manuel. Feed my cunt. Give it what it wants.”
He wanted her with growing lust mixed with astonishment. “Can it be that she still feels this way for me after all this time?” he thought.
As though reading his thought, she whispered, “Do you imagine your feeling for me is dead?”
Manuel let go of his doubts, his hesitation, and with a single gesture took Alma in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. At once, they merged into a single sensation, losing all sense of separateness as two beings. Manuel remembered how often they had verged on this, and how desperately he had wanted this, not to remain outside the woman, fucking her, but for both of them to enter the space of fucking together, so there was no one fucking and no one being fucked, but rather a fucking which happened of its own accord, in which they were both taken up and transported to a state of bliss.
Her mouth opened and sucked his tongue inside. The breath was pulled from his chest, and she breathed the air from his lungs, filling herself, and then emptying herself back into him, so that the same air went from body to body, without being dispersed. Her tongue pushed his back, hot and wet, forcing itself into his mouth, sending vibrations of pleasure down into his belly. He crushed her to him, his powerful arms enveloping her entirely, and she stretched out her legs so as to lie more easily against him. The two of them sank slowly to the floor, until they lay side by side, thighs touching thighs, his cock bulging out and into the hollow between her legs, her lush breasts flattened against his firm chest, their mouths hungrily eating at one another, trying to overcome a year’s fast with a single meal.
Alma pulled back, reeling from his kiss. Manuel’s face was a hollow mask of lust. His eyes were turgid with smoldering sex. Something deeper than he had planned on had been triggered in him, and his response had taken him far past the mildly erotic experience he had been expecting.
“My God, you can still do it to me like that,” she gasped. “I was so afraid that after all this, maybe I wouldn’t find you enough for me. That maybe I had become too sophisticated for you. But not down deep where it counts; down there, I’m still your woman.”
He looked at the woman in front of him. She had become undone, her hair falling out of its
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