Your taste – Porn Story

Henry stared at me from the other side of the little round table, and the rest of the diners in the restaurant seemed to disappear. It seems like we are the only two people who exist in our own private, small world. I smiled playfully at him as he reached for my delicate hand.

“Did I tell you how amazing it looks tonight?”

“Once or twice,” I replied.

Below the table, I ran a pair of high heels from my ankle to the inside of his thigh. At first he looked a little shocked and moved onto his chair. He leaned against the dirty plates in the meal we shared and kissed me energetic as I moved my feet away. He slid his tongue and my body was exciting.

“You’re applying my lipstick,” I giggled. “It’s not that I care.”

A cheeky smile formed on his handsome but weathered face as he returned to his seat. “Do you want some dessert?”

“Of course I will!”

The waiter accepted our order.

“A piece of lemon pastry pie and a slice of chocolate egg t and whipped cream.

“Yes. Thank you.” I nodded.

The waiter returned and placed the kindness of the chocolate in front of me. After he left, I cut into the egg t with my dessert fork and put a delicious meal in my mouth. I closed my eyes and released my low but provocative sigh.

“Damn, you’re an insatiable woman!”

Henry’s students expanded as they watched me eat.

“Aren’t you going to dig that pie?” I asked.

He smiled and said, “I’m just savoring this moment.”

I used my fingers to slide some meringue and lemon curd from his plate. I sucked my fingers very slowly, just complaining about him.

“You’re delicious,” his eyes said.

I scratched the center of the chocolate egg with the same fingers. I held it in his face to torture him, just a little bit.

“Do you want some?”

He lowered his head, his lips surrounding my fingers, sucking on the delicious filling. Henry scans the room carefully as if he is making sure no one sees what we just did. His face turned bright red and I tried to kill the laughter.

“You really like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said as I swallowed my dessert.

“Maybe we should take these?”

“My thoughts at the end!”

The bus home was short and straightforward and we arrived within minutes. Henry opened the car door for me and placed one of his hands on my short and chunky ass. He squeezed my cheeks with the fabric of my clothes and I let out a soft wail.

“Let’s bring it in,” I whispered.

Henry put the remaining cake in the refrigerator and stuffed my spoon into his arms. He placed me gently on the sofa and tore off his shirt.

“I love you more than desserts,” he said. “Because you taste better.”

I could feel the warm breathing of his ears, and the tingling sensation spread throughout his body. He dragged his tongue around my neck, which turned my skin into a goose lump.

“You really taste amazing!” he announced.

I reached the back of my fingers to his neck as we kissed and he sighed as my nails touched his skin.

“You know how much I like when you do it,” he shuddered.

I reached over his torso and laughed at his nipples gently until they became firm under the pressure of my fingertips. I waved my tongue over his sensitive peaks and he released a burst of pleasure.

He untied my top and threw it away, not caring about where it might land. I reached out to the camera to reveal the racy, red bra. Henry put his mouth on my breasts and sucked on the fabric. The friction of the wet lace made my nipples feel electric, causing pleasant shock waves throughout my life.

I pulled my skirt down, Henry’s hand wandering toward the wet thong. Noting how I opened it, he carefully pushed me backwards onto the sofa. He returned his attention to my lips and kissed me violently.

“What do you want me to do to you now?” he asked boldly.

“I hope you can exercise my clit… from there you know what to do,” I explained, as I moved my hair away from his eyes.

He pushed my thong to one side and gently brushed my sensitive little piece with his tongue as the slightest touch drove me crazy. He moved his mouth down and dragged his tongue from my entrance to my th clitoris. I shouted as if I was wasted by the pleasure of the tide.

“Do you want more?”

“Fuck it,” I said as I bit my lower lip.

When I climaxed, Henry slid backwards, shaking my nub forward, my body shaking.

“Oh yes!” I screamed.

As I tried to hold my breath, I wrapped my hand around the back of Henry’s neck and pulled him into another kiss.

“Get onto your back,” I ordered him.

He responded with a eager smile, knowing very well what will happen next.

I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle with my panties. His cock was very stiff and pointed upward. I held it in one hand, from the bottom to the tip. Henry leans backward to show satisfaction. I spread my lips apart, put them on his long axis, shaking my head up and down.

Henry gently stroked me and grabbed as much of his hair as possible. I caressed him with my tongue and I could feel him getting closer.

“Stop now, so I can get into your heart!”

I sat on my lap and placed myself on his glittering cock.

“I want to ride you,” I said with a smile.

“Okay,” he sighed. “I don’t think I can hold it for longer.”

I grind my pelvis as he went in and out of my piercing cat. My muscles surround him and he growled loudly as he surrendered to the moment of happiness.

I lifted and collapsed on him and I could feel his chest rising with every breath. “I fucking love you,” he gasped as he exhaled deeply.

“I love you.”

I formed myself and started walking to the refrigerator. I grabbed the leftovers and looked at Henry, who was still lying on the couch.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

I hint that he blinked and handed over his pie. “I’m going to end my dessert,” I said as I bite the sweet egg art.

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