Mystery is a mother of sexual hype; her heart started beating faster against her chest, she removed her shoes and handbag, dropping them on the floor. The blue roses led her to the two sitter dining set where she was welcomed with red candles, a Carménère wine bottle, and a set table with one wine glass. She found this rather obscure since the table was set for only one person. She took her seat, and after a few minutes, John walked in carrying a strange delicacy which smelled extremely delicious. She wondered whether he had cooked it himself. Upon uncovering the contents, it was roasted red pepper pasta and braised chicken; her favorite. She giggled and sighed. "You got me this time," she jokingly said. "I know," he replied. He was clad in a white polo and sweat pants. His veins which were evenly spread all over his sublime arms were visible in that pale lit room. Jane on the other hand, was clad in a blazer dress. John kissed her on the forehead, and asked her to stand. "Are we to sing the national anthem," she asked jokingly. To which John heartily laughed. No, am to carry you on my lap today, and we are to share everything, explains the one item unlike the previous double sets. This took her by surprise, he had closed the space, and created room for touch. "Ohhh! You evil sexy brat," Jane teased him."That's intriguing," she added. John sat down, and Jane took up her position on his laps. She smelled off Clive Christian E Gourmande, while he smelled of Clive Christian Woody Floral. "You smell delicious, " said John while caressing her inner thighs. "So you want to eat me, huh?" she asked while licking her lips. "I wouldn't mind eating more than just the food," he added while pouring the wine into the glass that they were to sip from.
"Carménère was a perfect choice, you know me so well," Jane complimented him. He smiled while lifting the glass to her lips. He let her sip for a moment, before he granted himself the same pleasure.
Jane granted herself the pleasantry of feeding him with the roasted pepper pasta, and licking off whatever fell on his chin. This prompted a deep kiss from him. John could not keep his arms to himself throughout the meal. It wasn't long before he had sent Jane moaning out of pleasure from the fingering and vagina lip rubbing. Amidst the intense pleasure, and sexcitement, she found the will to excuse herself. Her pupils were dilated at this instance. Jane knew that she had to get changed, and she had to pose as a challenge to ignite the animal out of John. John thought to himself," What is she up to?" He was left sitting alone by the dining set. Jane rushedly took a shower, and rubbed Vaseline Intensive Care Cocoa Radiant Body Lotion all over her smooth skin. She later changed into her transparent red bra-and-pant. She looked herself in the mirror, and she was convinced that she had made the perfect choice. She wore a Clive Christian Chasing The Dragon perfume this time around.
John took it upon himself to use the time to prepare the home theatre, and he played the Brand New Day album by Christina Perri. Jane's entrance and return coincided with a thousand years; a song which was playing at the time. She walked in modelling, and it was clear that John was sexually perplexed: he stared on motionless with dilated pupils. His biological need to reproduce had been reignited. He was startled back to reality by a kiss on his lips. Jane felt John's scrotum through the sweat pants and deep kissed him cold. He retaliated by removing his shirt, and exposing his broad chest and big arms. Since she was half naked, John found no challenge in ridding Jane of her remaining apparel. The whole time, he was kissing her all over her body. She slipped off his sweat pants, instantly exposing his penis since he had worn no undergarment that day. She spat on his penis head and passionately licked away by it. She slowly swallowed it bit by bit. As the intensity of the moment rose, she swallowed up the whole thing, chocking herself dead, and gasping for breath as he thrust away. He kept squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Moaning was the new form of communication from both ends. It wasn't long before John carried her to the bedroom; the venue of doom. The bed was decorated with candles at the sides, and red petals all over it. "How romantic!" Jane thought to herself. With this, she closed her eyes and opened her thighs to expose her vagina to him. He was good with his cunnilingus game, and his tongue didn't miss any inch of her vagina. He knew when, where, and how to lick the vagina. If he had done this for a living, he would have accumulated an immense amount of additional wealth and admirers. He licked her silly and feeble by the minute. With every stroke of the tongue on her clitoris, she got weaker with passion, and pushed harder at his tongue until it seemed as though he had her whole vagina in his mouth.
It was at this moment, that he slowly slid into her, heightening the speed of his thrusts by the necessity, comfort, and request of the partner at the receiving end. Both parties breathed heavily, and they felt their hearts beating faster by each other as John lay on Jane. He moved his waist elegantly, as though he was a connoisseur of a specific dance type, the entire time slipping his penis in and out of her.
Her discharge got thicker by the minute, and her moaning more pleasurable and aggressive." Harder! Harder! Faster, and quicker," she cheered on the bull. Missionary was their favorite position for the night, and the need for each other prompted not a change. He carressed her breasts and nibbled by the nipples as if seeking to breastfeed. One could tell that he'd been a naughty toddler by the way he played by those nipples.
"Arrgghhh," John bellowed. He stiffened his entire body as he cummed into her. After that he kissed her, and lay next to her. They were both satisfied in the extremes. They chatted and praised themselves to sleep. There; arm in arm, they lay, and it wasn't long before Jane started snoring.