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Thunderstruck  

QuiteKindMind 38M
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10/8/2020 6:39 pm
Thunderstruck


A roar of thunder rips me from dreamland. The drone of rain accompanies its baritone. I spend a few minutes listening to the soothing sounds, picking each instrument from the orchestra. Along with the weather, soft creaks of the house fill in the high range. The vocalist sleeps next to me, her breathing the lyrics. I alone am the audience. A powerful contendedness overcomes me.

Though waking the singer is a travesty, allowing her to sleep through this moment is an equal sin. With soft kisses and the barest of caresses, she begins to awaken. I press my hardness into her ass, gently at first, as an invitation. Her mind is only partially active, but I see her cheek smile and hear a breathy, happy sound. She arches her hips back, pressing into me harder.

The singer accepts my invitation.

My hand slides beneath her loose night shirt. I lightly squeeze, knowing she’s still half asleep. My lips find one of their favorite places: the curves of her neck. The lyricist hums a few bars and leans into my kisses. My breath strokes her ear; I can feel the resulting goosebumps on my tongue.

Her hips push more forcefully, grinding in lazy, needy circles. One last nipple squeeze before my hand glides to her hip and guides her hips to grind harder. Her legs twine with mine as my hand slowly slides down her panties, through her hair, and rests atop her mound. She stops grinding and opens her legs.

Lightning, thunder, and pouring rain mask the sounds of my fingers slipping inside my lover’s pussy. She quickly becomes more wet, and I can’t help but think of the rain and all the times she’s squirted on my body, my face, my<b> cock. </font></b>I absentmindedly bite my lower lip. My fingers use her wetness to massage her clit. My other arm wraps around her, holding our bodies tightly together as she enjoys the building waves of pleasure. She moans loudly as she cums. As I love doing, I lick my fingers clean.

I slide myself down into the sheets while pulling down my underwear. Hers follow, and I enter her gently. Again our legs entangle as we sway with the claps of thunder and flashes of light. My hands remain on her hips as we get closer and closer to beautiful agony. The singer cums first, and the new wetness and convulsing inner muscles tips me over the edge. I pull out and cum on myself. The vocalist spins around and kisses me for many minutes as we cool down.

She speaks the only words said this night.

“Mhm... Goodnight.”

I smile as she resumes her original sleep position.

Now... how the hell do I clean up all this cum?

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