I feel a rage rising up from the deep recesses of my body. I put my hands under his shirt to caress his body. His fleshy body is burning hot like he is on the throes of a malevolent fever and he is covered in a wet, glassy film of sweat.I taste his sweet salty essence on my tongue when I lick the skin on his ribs. His erected nipples harden as my lips graze over them.
He wastes no time and pushes in completely, filling my pussy with his meat.
“Ooooohhhhhh, yaaa. Just like that. That feels soooo good” I moan.
His moans changes to desperate whispers in my ears but I can’t make out what he is saying while I am still in my own delirium state. His wet tongue move on my back to the back of my neck and as he gives me little bites of pleasure. He pins my waist to the picnic table, securing it so I don’t move and that way he can have me exactly where he needs me and I know he is ready to release himself. His gyrations of powerful thrusts are like I’ve never had before, slow out, hard in.
“I think that wine might have gone to your head after all.” Uti giggles.
“No, I can’t let that happen,” I say as I try to sit back up, but I over balance slightly and wind up leaning hard into the couch cushions. I try to sit up straight again, but my body seems to have found the perfect position and it does not want to move at all. “I think you might be right,” I reply loosely as I slump like a rag doll.
“Sorry about that.” Uti says but without any conviction.
“There’s nothing you need to worry about right now. Just relax and enjoy the way you’re feeling right now.” Uti tries to calm me down.
“Just let yourself feel that,” Uti whispers. “Just relax into the sensation, let it carry you along. Let it evolve.” he says.
“Look at those sugar tits.”
“She looks like a fucking whore.”
“Her tits look like goddamn basketballs!”