The release of the buckle and button is like pulling a drowning man to the surface. I ease back,..kicking shoes free,..a frantic pul of the trousers and briefs as they slide from me…all the while my engorged member jutting out,…bobbing and weaving under my frantic movements to undress as Keikos fingers blindly brush against it,.. seeking My body trembles as if it taking its first breath of the sexually fused moment…Heavily engorged as it was my cock completely stiffens with the hot rush that sweeps. As Keikos hand finally finds its firm contact with me I slide in close,… the firm shank of lust brushing against her skin leaving it smearing mark of desire against her skin.
My arms slide around her,… hands slipping up to cup her her breasts. brushing briefly against Adera's play, there,… I gently knead squeezing the flesh where Adera plays…to offer a more pronounced nipple to her lips before she pulls away and down. My fingers replace the tease at the nipples…sliding against the wet skin thumbs curling along the areola,.. a slow circle, tracing there gentle rolls across the nipple as the stroke and caress.
I lean in and down, pulling my hips slightly so my lips can brush along her shoulder, creep to her neck which she offers in a subtle tilt of the head. lips kiss, caress her soft skin..the teasing dart of the tongue, to taste, caress…a light brush of teeth…inching ever slowly higher, to the jaw line. Her silky pink hair brushing against my face as work higher until the sweet warmth of breath spills across her ear My right hand slips from her breast, dragging slow down her abdomen and across her waist as she shifts in weight against me. Another shift, as my hands slip to her thigh,…the coincidental contact as Keiko raises her foot for Adera in order to slip that panty from her.
it was instinctive, perhaps for her as much as me,…that subtle contact and movement led us to its own point. Mindless,… will less we react together. Her leg lifts, my hands continue to slip along and under the rising thigh….
Keiko's petite and slender body is but a feather to me as she settles against the pillar of the concrete embrace of my left arm. As she steadies herself on one foot, we raise her leg, my right hand slipping in gentle firm support under her thigh until the fingers bump to the bended knee,…as if smoothly choreographed,…the grip clamps I pull back on her knee, hips press forward and the flower of Keiko's sex blossoms open before Adera,…and its sweet temptation of the nectar within.
