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Simple Tastes
Simple Tastes . . .by mdg._
The energy of the mind is the essence of life.
--Aristotle (384-322 B.C.) Greek writer, philosopher
The music turned to a slow blues ballad, which was perfect for a tightly held, slow and sensual grinding dance. The type of motion that comes naturally from two things, dancing to a slow ballad or making long slow passionate love to someone who drives you wild. As they shared a very hot, deep and penetrating kiss they both thought that the second reason sounded closer to the truth for them.
His cock was hard, erect, and straining against the material of his trousers as his mouth covered her hungrily. Her lips and her cunt were wet, dripping from his kiss, his caresses and heated anticipation of what was to come.
By the time that the bartender was calling out, "Last call, hotel motel time," She was trembling with desire as his cock throbbed against her, in his enraptured embrace.
He took her by the hand and led her to his vehicle out in the parking lot. She leaned up against it as he pressed himself along her form. Urgent kisses with groping hand working quickly in an attempt to quell this sudden heated passion. Time stood still as they became accustomed to each other's mouth. The taste, the touch the swirling of the tongues.
The parking lot was empty except for just the two, even the bartender was on his way home. Under a solitary street light, he laid her on the hood of his car. His hands reached under her short red skirt and tugged down her now wet panties in one smooth motion.
Feeling the hot touch from his finger tips sent her into a moan. Her pussy was a soaking mass, begging to be teased even further. Of course, he was only too happy to oblige, his fingers entered her pussy and felt the wet tissue of her folds. He softly caressed her budding clitoris as he seductively looked up at her.
"Oh please, please I could almost cum," she pleaded as she squirmed on his hand. Moving his fingers in a milking motion he fondled her little clit until her hips bucked and her pelvis lifted off the hood of the
vehicle. A geyser of hot liquid juice shot from her pussy and down his arm.
She was still moaning as he slid her juicy soaked ass off the hood, and flipped her around. Her ass was exposed and tilted up toward him now. He dropped his trousers and his heavy, fat erection sprung out and into the night air.
He pushed her ankles slowly with his foot, apart and her legs spread invitingly. He rubbed his heavy cock along her swollen pussy. He grinned as he listened to her moaning pleads of, "fuck me."
Now fully wet and dripping, he pushed against her wet pussy and pushed himself in, so tight, so wet, and oh so very welcoming to his hungry shaft. He thrust himself full length into her repeatedly. As his cock plumbed her, his hands were busy fondling her breasts and nipples.
Their sweaty bodies could be heard making contact over and over again,
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