Trini Swingers

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The rain pounded heavily upon the rooftop as Andrew shifted in his bed. It was one of those nights, you know, when no matter how hard you try, sleep seems like this glimmering object lingering just out of your reach. These nights have been coming more and more frequently for him, now that she had gone. The constant pitter-patter on the rooftop made it even harder to forget her… Her long flowing black hair, which fell like a silk blanket on her shoulders. Her eyes, which could seduce even the holiest of men with one stare. One whisper from her lips and the sound of an opera house danced around in his ears, every note teasing the desire pent up within him. He closed his eyes, and let his mind travel, back to a time when everything was so perfect….
Andrew sat on the sofa, reading a book by candlelight waiting for the power to return. He must have read the same line over about a hundred times, as he secretly watched Anjali fiddle with Christmas tree decorations. Her white blouse rose ever so slightly, as she reached to place a colourful ball high onto one of the branches, revealing the skin of her lower back. Her hair was tied up at the back, and the nape of her neck shone in the candlelight. How aroused he was becoming. When they made love, it was like the entire world stopped, and everyone took notice of the occasion. He placed his book quietly on the couch and crept up ever so slightly behind her. She smelled like she had bathed in a bath of a thousand roses, as he slid his body hers, and planted his face against her neck. She moaned in recognition. His hands toyed up and down her stomach, teasing the flesh beneath her breasts. She pressed herself closer to his body, grinding her rough denim jeans against him. She could feel his cock harden against her, as she continued caressing it with her ass. She turned to face him, planting a hand on his groin. She massaged the throbbing organ in her hands, lightly stroking it ever so often, sending shivers up through his entire body. It turned her on to see the effect she had on her lover. He unbuttoned her blouse, fumbling, as his cock was being ever so wonderfully dealt with. Her breasts poked through the open shirt. Andrew kissed her neck, pressing his tongue against the skin as his hands scraped the skin of her neck. His lips moved lower, kissing every inch of her chest. He placed her nipple delicately between his teeth as he nipped at them. This made her let out a slight, womanly moan. She could feel herself being overcome with the feelings of the moment. She could feel her went panties against her upper thighs. Her pussy begged, but Andrew did not oblige, at least not yet. He liked to play games, he would make her beg, make her wait, until she could no longer take it. He removed his shirt, her handplay getting rougher on his cock with every dying second. He placed his hand under the flesh of her ass and lifted her onto the dining room table, making sure to dig his nails as far into her skin as he could. His mouth ran lines across her stomach while his hands carefully manoeuvred her jeans off her legs. He could see the wetness covering the front of her thong, as he bit her left thigh. His hands pressed against her hard clit through the see through lace of her panties. She rocked back her head as he speedily removed that final piece of clothing. Andrew buried his face deep into her. He ran his tongue along the side of her thigh brushing his day-old beard against her pussy. She buried both her hands into his head and pulled tightly on his hair as he began sucking on her clit, pulling against it with his lips while he toyed her pussy with his fingers. Sweat rolled down her neck as the heat from all the candles warmed the entire room. He pleasured her, in the most unselfish way, for as long as he had ever done before, until she pulled his head to her face and began kissing him, deeply and passionately. She slid off the table and held his hard cock in her hand. She dropped to her knees and placed it into her warm mouth. He felt the walls of her mouth squeeze against him, as his mind went blank with pleasure. Anjali sucked on his throbbing dick, feeling the veins bulging against her tongue. She ran her tongue all the way down the shaft, licking every bit of stretched skin. He held her hair out of her face, behind her head as he watched down at her pleasing him in every right way imaginable. He watched her hand rub her pussy as her breasts pressed against his lower legs. He could no longer take it, every last ounce of self control had forsaken him. He needed to have her now……
To be continued ( I sleepy LOL)