….cum is an understatement to what I experienced next. My lips belted out your name repeatedly as I lost complete control of my body as my ass and pussy contract forcefully simultaneously. My heart is racing like a crazed animal, my muscles jerking, back arching with each fiery orgasm. Your tongue has complete control of my orgasms. Intense orgasms right after each other as you control the firmness of your tongue. There was a reason behind why you held me. You had a goal to reach, by bringing me to pure ecstacy and you did. You kiss and lay next to my weak, glistening hot body allowing me to regain my composure. Its time to return the favor and go straight for the goods. Your eyes widen slightly as your head disappears into my mouth. I taste you again. Your shaft pulsates as I hold it firmly while my tongue and lips make love to your head. You moan in pleasure as my firm grip turns into long strokes while keeping focus on its sensitive tip. Your body starts to tremble. But I have something else in mind, its time to grab the ropes and saddle up. Just short of you releasing your cum, I do just that. My pussy strokes and grinds your dick hard. I want to finish what I started. Your cock is hard as a rock now. You start to shake as I grab the tight sacs beneath my ass. You watch my breasts bounce as I thrust onto you. You grab my ass forcefully pushing your dick deep into my pussy as you pull me down. You do this several times before you drench my walls with cum….
……….cum blasting from my cock, upward to fill your pussy. The contractions are so intense I am unable to move except for my hands and arms pumping your body onto mine. As the pulses diminish I allow you to lean back, exposing an unbelievable sight. My still hard dick disappearing into your slickness. Your clit is reaching, visibly throbbing, still agonizingly close to another orgasm. Lines of sweat are pushing down your chest, between the taught breasts, onto your stomach. Instinctively my finger moves to the swollen nub and gently slides across the cream slick surface. Your body jumps, still too sensitive, not needing more, not wanting more, but unable to resist completely. A tireless finger caresses the shaft, almost imperceptibly touching the orgasm-seared skin. It is like rubbing a miniature dick, mostly hidden away, only the head exposed. My gaze cannot leave your center. Your legs are tightening along my sides, two, three stokes more. A low moan escapes as your stomach contracts, your pussy trying to expel me from my hiding place. One last orgasm, short, agonizingly intense, and your entire body goes limp. I look at the mixed cream on my dick, seeping from your opening. Two fingers scoop, one for me, one for you, a final taste for each. Slumber calls our exhausted bodies. We drift into peaceful sleep knowing there will be more adventure when we wake.
The sun is reaching fully into our room. We turn to lie back upon the massive pillows. The Atlanta skyline is waking to the sunshine. How wonderful a view. Sixty-seven floors above the street. No one able to look through the windows as we contemplate our next adventure. How sexy will the poses and pictures be? Barely covered nakedness against floor to ceiling windows. The camera firing away, free from voyeuristic minds, unless someone has a telescope in their office below, images of high-heels and lingerie for our eyes only. What would our co-workers think?