Fall Fireplace Embers Burn with liquid Intimate Sought Hot!

HHot embers burn inside their chimney while Mister and Miss sip on a sin-fabulous Cabernet red that stoked their internal fires hotter than the smoldering pine logs they watched turn to ash. Their bodies snuggle-laid side by side with his exposed thigh comforting her bare-naked soul while the evening forged hot intimate bonds that cannot ever be undone. His hardening silver teased her curvy backside with dips, sips, and spooning lip-licks so profoundly intense that both let it flow. They had separate agendas that usually intertwined with purposeful teasing that toyed with their vulnerable emotions of “what ifs”.

Questions of “What if he kisses me”, “what if she doesn’t want to be kissed”, “what if he wants to eat me out”, “what if she won’t swallow”, “what if he doesn’t make me gasm-an-Orgasm”, “what if she can’t keep me hard”, “what if I can’t give her 4 or more tonight”? Thoughts like those simultaneously flew into and out of their subconscious with multiplying algorithms acceleration that passionately ramped up until the wine kicked in.

Then, tingly warmth and blurring boundaries allowed his seductive whispers to get up and in without a fight. His stiff erection penetrates her soaked wet spot with powerful thrusting bursts of in-and-out while pushing her wrists into the carpeted floor where an hour ago Buzz-light-years, her cat, laid. Thoughts of intoxicating pleasure and release made their vulnerabilities dissipate and go away long enough for them to become 1 on this Fall hump-day night ! ! !