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We enjoyed a nice, albeit late dinner and a bottle of wine. After watching only two sitcoms, Donna announced she was tired and was going to bed. She gave me my second cheek peck of the day and headed back to the bedroom. Over the last decade, I had learned this early-to-bed routine was a signal that any intimacy was off the table.I caught up on the local news, then headed back. I brushed my teeth and stripped naked, before crawling into the sack. Donna had bought me over a dozen pairs of pajamas, but their confinement simply bugged me. Maybe it was still the wine buzz, but I moved across the midline and spooned against Donna’s bubble butt. Contrary to my wildest expectations, she nestled travesti istanbul backward, grinding my cock against the thin lacy fabric guarding her crack. I lifted her long auburn hair and kissed her neck, making her purr like a satisfied cat. I slid my hand down to the elastic band of her panties and pulled them down below her cheeks. Lifting her thigh allowed my now rock-hard cock to slip above her panties and into that heavenly warm spot just south of the border.I dry-humped her slowly, back and forth until I could feel the wetness of her aroused labia on the top of my shaft. I pulled out, and my balls momentarily caught on her panty top. I moved downward, kissing istanbul travestileri her shoulders, then her left breast, and then her waist. As I reached her buttocks, she tensed; signaling there was no way she was allowing me to rim her sweet ass, let alone eat her tiny pussy.Donna pulled away, but did roll supine; pulling her panties off in the process. Again, I would have loved to eat her tiny pink snatch, but oral sex was simply not on her menu (a topic for another chapter, perhaps). I rolled on top of her, licked my index and long fingers, and lubricated my mushroom. I rubbed my glistening cock head slowly from her hardening clit down to her taint and back, istanbul travesti then slowly entered her. To her credit, she did rock her pelvis upward to engulf my dick like a warm taco, then wrapped her legs around my waist. We started slowly, but within minutes she picked up the pace, turning her head to the side and biting her lower lip. Experience had taught me this was her signal of impending orgasm. I ground my pubis against her clit and growled, “Cum baby, cum.” She almost immediately tensed, held her breath, and violently knotted up the sheet with both fists. She deeply exhaled, as I shot my load.The truth is: despite the lack of oral sex or any creative positions or foreplay, Donna is a pretty good lay. The problem is that she for whatever reason seems to have little interest in sex for weeks or now months at a time. I’m not blaming her (well, maybe), but I need a release frequently; hence, my visits to the adult bookstore arcade.
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