He’d never guaranteed he’d fall in love with her; at best, it would be Valentine’s Day, when the two of them would go out for a nice dinner at a nice Western restaurant, then go back to the place where they were living together, undress her, and either straddle her in the bathroom or send his prick into her wet cunt at the dinner table.
After a few dozen minutes of exciting and stimulating exercise, they both declared their surrender and collapsed on the floor, pretty much the same way they had been doing for several years, and sometimes the two of them got so caught up in the fun that he shot an unguarded shot of semen into her hungry, passionate cunt after his orgasm.
Then she got angry.
After a few days of cold war, it was aborted in a more furious coitus.
The two of them were standard hedonists who considered childbearing to be childish behavior, and married ones even more foolish; he couldn’t withstand the excitement of a failed marriage, and at an early age he was raised by his grandmother, who hated separation.
And having grown up witnessing her father treating her mother like a tool, beating her mother when she didn’t have money, and even raping her mother in front of her when she was sexually aroused, she hated being married.
This year is a little different, on Valentine’s Day, as usual, she waited for him at that western restaurant, but he was late.
More than ten minutes had passed in her counting, and she grew impatient and even angry.
Originally she wanted to turn around and leave, but in her mind for some reason she got a little anxious and started to worry if something was wrong with him.
Finally, a feeling of abandonment hit her, and taking her handbag, she got up and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.
At the moment it was an hour and a half before her appointment with him.
As she rode her motorcycle down the coastal highway, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and the more she remembered all the times they used to be joyful, and even affectionate, and shed tears of aggravation.
Yes, he had never promised that he would fall in love with her, and at the moment he was in the arms of another woman, and probably making love to that unknown woman.
She loved the feel of his palms reaching behind her back to caress her breasts, the way he touched every part of her body with the tip of his tongue, including her private parts…
Her mind went blank at the thought of such a situation, and she even felt cheap at the thought of how she had lived with such a man when they had been entwined a few days ago, when she had clung to him and murmured and whispered under her breath for him not to stop!
It was about two o’clock in the morning when she thought of going back.
As soon as she opened the door, a hand abruptly covered her mouth and pulled her hard into the door.
Late night slamming sounds scary.
Before she could understand the situation, she had his lips sealed over her mouth, and it was by the familiar tongue and movement that she realized it was him.
“Why are you crying? “, he said, “I was worried sick about you coming home so late! “
Without giving her a chance to say anything back, he pulled her into the dining room, where there were a few items on the table, and she clearly saw the sign that read, “I love you, please marry me! ” in a few words.
Then he said to himself, “I decided to do this after I went to get our health checkups this morning… this year is so special… hehe! Can you grant me this little request?” he pointed to the sign. “He pointed his finger at the sign.
She suddenly understood! But the tears were already flowing uncontrollably, she was so touched, these days when she left work she had a feeling of happiness that she hadn’t had when she was young, and she knew that in a few more years when she reached her thirties she would be very empty.
She nodded slowly, not much, but he saw it!
“Hooray! My bright bride! “, and he picked up and broke into tears and laughed at her, and the two of them stopped for a moment.
He put her down gently, his lips covered, the tip of his tongue against hers, slowly letting her juices flow into his mouth, his right hand reached behind her back and removed her clothes, her white body was beautiful, her breasts, though not very large, were to be turned upside down, and although he and she had had no fewer than hundreds of times of love over the years-anal, oral, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the hotel, none of them had ever been as intense as today. Today it made them both nervous.
His lips were actually familiar with every part of her body, he left them and moved to her cheeks, her ears, her nape, to her heart, he buried his face between her breasts, holding one breast in each hand, he climbed the mountain and moved up to the peak, sucking hard on her firm nipple.
However it was the lower part of her body that attracted him more, his face met the soft pubic hair, he took a moment with his lips and then headed further down to the triangle, he spread her feet and looked at the rosy mound, love juices dripping down like dew, and he immediately saw the target he was looking for.
He nibbled on her nub and held her thighs together with his hands, sticking his tongue out against the lips of her pussy, her mound already wet with love juice, he licked her, sometimes with an inexplicable devotion that made him love flirt,suck, she had always thought it was impossible for her to love people in her life but at this point she had to admit the power of love.
In the past, she and he made love based on physical needs, and she jokingly referred to this kind of sex with no emotional basis as mating, and once satisfied, the two of them fell asleep.
He actually shot cum on her pubic hair, on her stomach, on her beautiful ass during anal sex, and on her face during oral sex, and sometimes on her hair when he shot crooked.
And at best, she just smoothed it into her skin with her hands, or laid down and fell asleep regardless.
She flicked his glans with the tip of her tongue and took his cock in her mouth, he poked his fingers into her pussy and the sudden pleasure made her mouth detach itself from his cock, she had made him cum during one of their previous blowjobs and she couldn’t detach herself in time to get her mouth full of cum, he laughed at her predicament, but she closed her mouth around his, a move that left him in awe for a long time.
He lay at her mercy, her mouth detached from his prick, her left hand lifting the glans while her right hand rubbed up and down through the foreskin.
What about him? For his part, he rubbed his hands over her body, and after a moment, he slapped her left buttock, sat his body up straight, and then stood up.
She stood up, gathered her long, loose hair with both hands, and then crouched forward on her knees, and he knelt down as well, grasping her waist with both hands, and began pumping motions as she continued to moan, her breasts suspended in mid-air appearing to be like a v-shape, swaying back and forth as if they were a regular pendulum.
He had stopped any flirtation with her at this point, just this going back and forth had made him lose his aggressiveness, the stream of time passed relentlessly, he knew that he was not the Superman in porno, and the heroine of the intercourse was not the kind of slut who only wanted pleasure but not semen, he had the most real her, her vagina was his, her breasts were his, and her uterus was now able to open up its doors to welcome the billions of spermatozoa. Her womb can now open its doors to the hundreds of millions of spermatozoa.
He withdrew his penis. To pleasure her in an orthodox fuck position, and to pleasure himself.
It wasn’t long before he felt the time come for the army to depart. Her moans began to turn into grunts, intense with a mix of satisfaction and orgasm.
He gasped and began to feel the limits of his arousal as she chanted, her hips vibrating and her breasts rippling with the frequency of his thrusts, and in his dazed consciousness he seemed to see two dark shadows at the junction of that pleasure, sometimes merging into one, and it was in this opening and closing that he felt him and her melting together as one to soar across the sky.
The gasp was so sharp that he sucked in a breath, and at the same time he heard her last cry, and all of a sudden they both cracked out of the chaotic space, and within a few moments the gasping stopped, and it felt as if the storm that had turned the sky upside down had suddenly disappeared, and the screams that had been mmmm’ing and ahmming had become silent, and it was as if the two of them were flying through the sky when they had both crashed down to the earth. Everything stopped.
She was lying on his arm, his right hand was playing with her right nipple, and opened the sheet to see that, as she thought, she was pregnant with his child…