Sunday morning sex is lazy and languid
It starts as a slow dance
Mouths touching nipping at lips
His to her neck, hers to his stubbly face
Moving down he’s caressing her breasts
As she toys with his hardening cock
His lips on soft mammary flesh then nipple
Her hand on the now hard meat starts a slow beat
His fingers now in the folds of her wet sex
As her mouth sucks at his frenulum
She whispers in his ear
‘Assume the position’
He dutifully does as instructed
Rolling over onto back
She straddles him
Cock in hand she find her clit
Now slowly she starts
To rub the head against her slit
He moans
His hands now play with her tits
A slow groan slips from her lips
As his shaft she positions
Then she descends
Her cunt swallowing him whole
The ride begins
She mounted on her stallion
With finger on clit
She rides with passion
The stallion bucks
Her fingers now wanking her slit
As the horse now beneath her she fucks
He moans, fuck does he moan
As she feels the warm gush inside her
The Horse does buck
And throws her on her back
Now roll reversed
His mouth around her wet spunky slit
His tongue laps at her sexy milk
The tongue finds its mark
And like a dog she does bark
Then it comes in a rush
Her orgasm arrives
It throbs deep
As he sucks it from her body
Then as slowly as it started
They slip back into sleep
Sunday Morning Sex, a slow dance to start your week!
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