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After HamletMonica left the room prepared for an average dinner and questionable fun. She returned with gourmet dining in her stomach and lines of Shakespeare floating in her head. With a huff, she flopped on the bed and sighed. Then, she looked at Carl who wore a smile of smug self-contentment.“You’re crazy,” she said with a smile. “I can’t believe you went through all that trouble.”“It was no trouble. And I may be crazy but I can still ‘tell a hawk from a handsaw.’ I know how to please my woman.”Monica laughed. “My, we’re very pleased with our self, aren’t we?”“Yes. Yes, we are.”He walked to the bed and kissed her. When she tried to pull away, he persisted. For moments, they held the kiss, she seated on the bed, he bending down, virtually towering over her.At length, she pushed him away. “Slow down, cowboy. We’ve got all night.”Rising, she slipped off her coat and tossed it over a nearby chair. As she hummed to herself, she walked to the bathroom and began to take off her earrings.“Leave the jewelry on,” he said.She turned to him and caught the hungry look in his eye. She thought she might burn under a gaze like that. Carl slipped off his coat and loosened his tie. Monica smiled demurely, left her earrings where they were, and walked into the bathroom.When she walked out, all she wore were her jewelry and a smile. “Is this what you had in mind, Mister Smith?”He smiled and shifted uncomfortably. Use kaçak iddaa of such a formal address was a trigger for Carl and she knew it. “Yes. Perfect.”“And now, what would you like, Mr. Smith?”“I would like for you to come here and undress me.”“Yes, sir.”Monica crossed the floor and stood before her husband. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she went, savoring the taste of his skin on her lips. As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she kissed his lips and pressed her body against his. After a long moment, she let her hands fall to his waist and loosen his belt. Soon, his pants lay on the ground in a crumpled heap by his shirt.Monica slipped her fingers beneath his underwear and guided them to the floor. Casually, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly and lightly, making his hard cock harder and his weak knees weaker.“Is this what you wanted, sir?” she paused to ask.“Yes, baby,” he said between ragged breaths.For a few minutes more, she alternated between slowly sucking on him and aggressively bobbing. One moment, she would cup his testicles, the next, she would tickle them lightly. Growing weaker, Carl leaned against the wall behind him. Growing bolder and hungrier, Monica tucked one hand between her legs and rubbed herself, becoming wetter and wetter in her hand. When she moaned, he moaned.She looked up at him and smiled. perabet güvenilir mi Nudging his member with her nose and chin, she asked, “Now, what do you want, sir?”Carl composed himself. “I want you.”“How do you want me, sir?”“On the bed,” he said with authority. “Lie down.”With one last kiss, she stood and walked to the bed. In a flash, Carl crossed the floor and the two tumbled into bed in each others arms. They kissed and Carl held her so tightly, Monica found it difficult to breathe. With the force of his passion as much as the weight of his body, he pinned her to the mattress as he slipped inside her. This time, she gasped as he glided in smoothly and effortlessly in her swollen, wet passage. She moaned into their kiss when he started to withdraw. With a thrust, he buried his cock into her again. Monica pulled her mouth away and moaned aloud.Carl quickly settled into his favorite steady rhythm, a bit too slow for her tastes but, at this point, she did not mind. She loved these moments where he is buried deep inside her, her legs are wrapped around his waist, and together they are adrift on a sea of pleasure.Together as only they can be.His rhythm slowed and a disappointed look started to darken his brow. Uh oh – she knew what that meant; he was losing his erection. Following advice she read in the latest “Cosmopolitan,” she moved her legs, placing both feet on his tipobet shoulders. He gasped and moaned as she closed in on him, her pussy tightening and caressing his dick. In a heartbeat, he grew stronger, filling her completely.Carl grabbed her legs and held them close. Over and over, harder and harder, he pumped into her. Monica felt him quicken his pace. She braced herself as he lifted her hips to meet his. He moaned, then groaned, then exploded inside her.She felt him swell and felt the splash in her pussy. Monica lay back and watched him cum and bite his lip. He collapsed in a heap next to her, seemingly exhausted.“Oh, God,” he said.“Is that what you had in mind?” she asked. This time, she wore the smug smile.“Almost. You didn’t cum.” It was not a question. He knew.“It’s okay.”Carl rolled over to her and kissed her gently but firmly. Before she knew it, his hand was between her legs, touching her clit gently in a favorite, familiar way.She pushed his hand away. “No, it’s ok-““Let me,” he said softly.“No, you don’t have to-““Let me,” he whispered into her ear before licking the lobe.All protest melted away under his persistence. She welcomed his touch between her legs and the tingle it brought. She welcomed the pleasure and the waves through her body. She welcomed his breath in her ear and his kiss on her lips. She welcomed it all until her body could take no more. She tightened up and screamed as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure splashed over her. It seemed to take forever. She didn’t mind.When it was over, the two lovers lay side by side.“I love you,” he said.“I love you,” she said.Then they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.