My husband is weak from fatigue after I’ve finished my work, but that doesn’t stop me. I want to share in that post-orgasm bliss myself. My hands respond immediately, fondling my breasts and caressing them. I can’t help but lick my lips as the sensation builds, and my fingers teasingly travel lower on my abdomen. They draw to a halt just above my crevice, and I take a deep breath before plunging into its depths. I explore the warm passageways, always coming back for a circle around my clitoris before taking another lap. The heat is incredible, dousing my every extremity in the warmth of my excitement. My energy mounts as I make more direct contact, and I rush to take advantage of it. Fingers slipping, breath panting, muscles tensing, my mind goes blank as my back arches involuntarily. My hips give instinctual thrusts as the blood rushes to my head, and I finally end in my own state of sensual paradise.
Hips pumping, lowering myself up and down on my husband’s erect shaft, I smile at his clenched jaw and tightened fists. “I’m going to make you cum,” I tell him as I continue. True to my word, a groan escapes his clamped lips, and his hands grip my butt. He gives one, two, three thrusts into me before collapsing in exhaustion. I give him a coy grin as I dismount and whisper, “My turn.” Retrieving my vibrator and slipping it on my finger, it hums to life and slips inside me. My toes curl in satisfaction and I push farther. Hitting my clitoris, a wave crashes over me, but I don’t withdraw my fingers. The vibrations continue to rock it, forcing me to dig my heels in as I prepare for the inevitable finish. It doesn’t make me wait long, seizing my body as I’m overcome. My head is filled with light despite my clenched eyelids, and soon I collapse beside my still-weary companion.
My husband’s body stiffens, telling me that he’s almost ready to go. My lips slide over his dick and my hand trails them, urgently rubbing the throbbing erection. “Oh…I’m coming! I’m coming!” he shouts, and he gives a little thrust as my mouth receives his warm love. Climaxing has left him in a fog, which is exactly what I wanted. Now he can do nothing but sit back and watch as I take care of myself in a similar way. I prop myself up on some pillows and let my hand fall to my pussy, immediately caressing the wet folds. My fingers slide over my clitoris, and electricity instantly shoots up my spine. The tingling lingers as I continue, faster, harder, and a moan escapes my lips. His eyes watch me in fascination, although he has yet to move. I stare into his gaze as the intensity builds, my hand almost working independently from my mind, which is quickly leaving reality. The only thought I can muster now is, “There! It’s there!” and I push myself forward, plummeting over the cliff and feeling the ground drop from under me as I freefall in my orgasm.
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