His body was exhausted, dirty, grimy. Work today had seemed impossibly hot and dirty and unending, but now he could shower, relax a bit and get ready for his evening. As he peeled off his sweat encrusted shirt he thought about Jill: her long red hair, tiny waist, big tits. God. He felt himself getting hard just thinking about her tits. Turning on the hot water, his thoughts continued in a downward direction. When he'd first met Jill, he'd wondered if her hair was died, not that he cared, but the neatly trimmed tuft of red fur above her nether lips confirmed that she was a natural.
A natural at many things, he grinned, as he stepped into the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. That girl was flexible as hell, bending over to grab her ankles while wearing 4 inch pumps so he had full access to her pussy and ass. She could suck his dick for an hour without coming up for air. He moaned, letting his slippery hands slide over his body as he remembered her tight pussy sucking him dry. She milked him until he couldn't think anymore. He could only beg for more.Tonight, though, he was going to make sure she begged. He rubbed his hand up and down his 7 inch shaft and thought about his plans. Jill was more used to strength and power, so tonight, he was going to romance her with a slow but firm hand.
His own hand pumped a little faster now on his soap covered rod and he leaned his head back against the cool tile of the shower. He'd give her the flowers he had purchased on the way home and they'd sit down to a meal of take-out Chinese. She'd flirt with him but he'd ignore it, continue to be a perfect gentleman. Then, he'd kiss her. A long, slow, heart melting kiss that touched the soul passion and need.
He moaned again as pre cum leaked from his dick. He gripped himself tighter and let go of his first load, seeing Jill's face in his mind. Breathing harder now, he continued planning. The champagne was already chilling next to the bed, so once she was limp from the kiss, he'd pick her up, carry her to the bed room and slowly undress her there. His balls tightened again, remember the softness of her skin, the whiteness of her flesh against his tanned, work callused hands. Again, he began to pump. He wanted to be good and drained so he could make this time with her as long as possible. He'd begin by just kissing her body - every inch of it. Suckling her nipples, working down to her pussy. Lapping and licking her clit like a friendly kitten. After she came, he'd enter her, fill her with his manhood - slowly - making her feel every inch of him enter her. He wouldn't fuck her. No. He'd make love to her, worship her as she deserved. Make her know and feel and believe what a beautiful woman she truly was.
Panting, he exploded again, his own semen running down his hands, mingling with the soap. Letting the water was away the all the bubbles, he smiled and turned off the handles.
Tonight was going to be a very good night.
A natural at many things, he grinned, as he stepped into the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. That girl was flexible as hell, bending over to grab her ankles while wearing 4 inch pumps so he had full access to her pussy and ass. She could suck his dick for an hour without coming up for air. He moaned, letting his slippery hands slide over his body as he remembered her tight pussy sucking him dry. She milked him until he couldn't think anymore. He could only beg for more.Tonight, though, he was going to make sure she begged. He rubbed his hand up and down his 7 inch shaft and thought about his plans. Jill was more used to strength and power, so tonight, he was going to romance her with a slow but firm hand.
His own hand pumped a little faster now on his soap covered rod and he leaned his head back against the cool tile of the shower. He'd give her the flowers he had purchased on the way home and they'd sit down to a meal of take-out Chinese. She'd flirt with him but he'd ignore it, continue to be a perfect gentleman. Then, he'd kiss her. A long, slow, heart melting kiss that touched the soul passion and need.
He moaned again as pre cum leaked from his dick. He gripped himself tighter and let go of his first load, seeing Jill's face in his mind. Breathing harder now, he continued planning. The champagne was already chilling next to the bed, so once she was limp from the kiss, he'd pick her up, carry her to the bed room and slowly undress her there. His balls tightened again, remember the softness of her skin, the whiteness of her flesh against his tanned, work callused hands. Again, he began to pump. He wanted to be good and drained so he could make this time with her as long as possible. He'd begin by just kissing her body - every inch of it. Suckling her nipples, working down to her pussy. Lapping and licking her clit like a friendly kitten. After she came, he'd enter her, fill her with his manhood - slowly - making her feel every inch of him enter her. He wouldn't fuck her. No. He'd make love to her, worship her as she deserved. Make her know and feel and believe what a beautiful woman she truly was.
Panting, he exploded again, his own semen running down his hands, mingling with the soap. Letting the water was away the all the bubbles, he smiled and turned off the handles.
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