This is another fantastic story I enjoyed reading, it written by Ecksplizit ( 7E13115C)…. If you missed the part Eighteen yesterday read it HERE!!!
. She was kissing me as if there was a news report that said my lips were the fountain of youth. That was a clear-cut sign that she was really passionate. I enjoyed her response to every touch of my hand. It felt like a magnet making contact with iron. Her body would whine to the rhythm of my touch in an earnest manner. Her hands were pulling me close to her from my waist even though somehow my jeans were still on me and she went on the date with me commando. That was the first thing I noticed when I pulled down her jeans. I had fun squeezing the life out of her caged melons. I didn’t even need to pull them out of bondage to feel how tender they were. She was ripe everywhere a woman ought to be and my hands were having a field day exploring every inch of her. Her hands were also doing some roaming and soon enough she was handling my belt buckle. I soon discovered that I wearing jeans that used buttons instead of a zipper was not really a good idea but somehow, she managed to get them undone. My sergeant major and his two orderlies popped out of the barracks eager to fight the good fight. They loved her touch. Her hands really boosted morale in the regiment. With her on her back again, I was able to get a hand free so it went down south to check the weather over there. Luckily for me, there was a flash flood so, without further ado, the allied forces invaded Normandy. As I expected, the Germans were very receptive. From that moment on it appeared that every inch of her body was connected to her vocal chords. It was as if I was trying to hold down a catfish in the water. Don’t get me wrong, it was a wonderfully loud experience. I fascinated by her passion. She whined her waist in ways that let me dive into depths I had never imagined myself reaching. It was such an amazing experience that I couldn’t help myself. The release I felt can only be described by words greater than “epic”. I was knocked out and winded. She however wasn’t going to let my soldier die just like that so she wholeheartedly performed CPR it till he was back on its feet, ready for another tour of duty. Before I could recite the national pledge, she was on the poor beast riding him mercilessly. This time, she was the one who quaked and passed out on me. Our two breathless bodies looked like the ideal definition of contrast, but her smallish features blended well with mine. Her heartbeat was strong and rhythmic. It was hard to ignore how calm she was because she wasn’t exactly a light lady. I really couldn’t just go to sleep with her by my side so I thought I would take the time to explore her a little more. Somehow, the only makeup left on her face was eye shadow. Her caramel coloured lips had lost all its gloss, but they still looked so sweet. I couldn’t help but give her a peck. I kept close to her and exaggerated my breaths as I trailed down her neck towards her busts.