Nov27
Is anyone else as lucky as me and got themselves a Scorpio Lover – apparently the hottest lovers of the Zodiac. My man can’t get enough of me. When I surrender to his moves, he gets all frantic, urgent, turns me on chronically.
The other day we watched a movie together. My chest rested on his and his hands started to rub my back, over my neck, and into my hair – my favourite move. Soon came my moans, those that urged a swelling in his trousers but his self-control is so admirable and puts me to shame the amount of insanely strong orgasms he gives me. Feels like I’m cuming an hour before the big one and the fanny farts are so embarrassing but part of life.
He pushed me into the spoons position and rubbed my ass and then pushed his hand round to try to find my naughty wet clit. The wet patch in my jeans gave it away and I fucked his hand with fury, desperate for him to pull down my jeans and play with me for real. By this point, I was in another place of euphoric madness, even nirvana.
K always knows how to read my mind and he did remove my damp jeans seconds later. We telepathically click. Such magic. He loves my ass wriggle. As soon as they were off he penetrated me with two fingers and rubbed my clit frantically until I had one wild orgasm.
Perhaps he had a mini but he kept it quiet, although when I felt his jeans, they were a little damp too. He wrapped his arms round me, while we watched the movie. Suddenly my mind wasn’t on the sex scene of the movie but on my real life one with K. I wanted him inside me, to feel his hardness penetrate my g-spot, experience multi-orgasms.
Usually, he likes to be the one in control of my mind and body, this time I dominated him. I pulled his pants off and his cock sprung to life, still very much enraged. I teased my lips around his tip and a tiny explosion of pre-cum pumped out onto my lip. Just what I wanted, he was lubricating my throat like a fine fruit, but I wanted more, a full mouthful.
He tried to pull me up, back into his arms and the scene of the movie but my mind was on selfless pleasure, to give him the same experience he had given me moments earlier. My lips circled his balls, long hard shaft, and tip. Boy did it taste good!
I like to start off slowly, build up the rhythm and then realise exactly why it’s called a job, if it’s not the watering eyes, not enough hands to tease the ass, balls, tip and shaft, it’s my hate of deep throating. There is simply no need if a blow job causes pleasurable moans to flow off your partner’s tongue.
My feisty tongue, fingers, and lips soon caused a tumult of deep throbs to take place in my mouth. His held breaths, quivering thighs, and the way he screamed my name told me enough was enough and he was finally at the peak, the big one. When K comes, he can cover my face in creamy ejaculate. I rubbed and sucked him harder and he ejaculated his fine mess straight into my throat, which I swallowed instantly. My K is such a hot lover.
