Wet Rhythmic Slapping

The shower was on - someone was naked and wet- but there was a lack of rhythmic slapping.

The shower gushed on. The water splashing the ground. Someone was about to get wet. Foot steps then the water changed - there was rhythm water now - the hand carefully washing the body?

Wet and rhythmic but no slapping sound could sensed.

The gushing water halted, the gentle pitter patter of foot steps followed.

She was upstairs drying off in a towel. Wet turning dry. Rhythms of towel scrapes softening.

The foot steps came to a stop in the room - the drying completed.

She was almost certainly deciding what look would make her feel good, who she was dressing for. Her attention would be elsewhere.

The lack of slapping was deafening.

I came to her upstairs. She was in the midst of beautifying herself for the day ahead. I wanted her as she stood there, I wanted her to have me on her mind then, for the day and forever.

Gently reaching out to touch, created by a hair straightening iron. A risky embrace - playfully dancing around the danger - I left her tend to her hair for as long as she could.

Holding her hips, her body close to mine. Feeling as if simultaneously I wanted this - beautiful creature of flesh in the here and now laid bare honest open, embraced in raw sexuality, or to sink my souls into hers in that moment and live in an internal bliss.

I felt my soul drift, but it was here and now. I led her to the bed.

Feeling her legs, so sensitive to the touch - more so than most. The most gentle of petal.

Moving upwards I could feel her heart rate increase, I love teasing her thighs.

My fingers went higher, wet - they slid around the edges - pushing her labia over her clit. I could feel the throbbing - the yearning. She wanted cock.

She loves cock, moving her on the bed so that I could present it for her - her mouth open at the sight - yearning to suck it.

So much we have to learn about each others flesh, blood and soul.

Right now she wanted cock - she had turned her self on by sucking on it long enough.

Her arms on the bed, I held her hip in one and my hard cock in the other - knowing she wanted it - I would normally have teased her a little more.

But she was so wet and I could hear she wanted it. I slid it in and could feel her body respond.

Slowly and steadily a rhythm was built up, the slapping of my balls against her pussy - pushing her further. I could feel she was close. One hand resting of her clit gently - no playing - too sensitive.

I was not ready to come yet - I always want to hold out. But then I heard it.

Wet rhythmic slapping.

She started to quiver slightly, her pussy grasping at my cock, squeezing. Watching her cum I had to hold myself back.

The rhythm continued, standing doggy style slaps ringing out. I could feel I was close but she could be made to cum again.

Two hands on her hip, wet rhythmic slapping, her pussy pulsed slightly - a small tension grasping again at my deep cock.

She was ready to cum again - keep the rhythm - primal fucking to the beat of a drum.

She came again - her pussy tensing on my cock again driving me to explode. After cumming hard, I rested on her back my hand resting over hers.

Her still in the doggy position - two primal hounds of flesh basking the joy of sharing each other.