Welcome Home Damien

Welcome Home Damien

Lila’s cascading chestnut-red tresses spilled over her bare shoulders in voluptuous waves, a waterfall of silk framing her flushed freckled face as she gazed up at Damien with smoldering hazel eyes – her irises flecked with thin strips of gold that sparkled like star light. Her pert nose twitched in anticipation, flaring like a thoroughbred chomping at the bit right before a race. “Get that big dick of yours out and fuck me, ” She exhaled with a soft husky tone scraping against the air like dry leaves rustling in an autumn’s breeze, drawing Damien in with an unspoken promise of intimacy and passion.

She pressed her voluptuous body against his muscular frame, the soft swell of her ample bosom grazing the curls of his chest like down filled velvet pillows begging to be manhandled. Damien grasped her wide hips, his large hands spanning her trim waist with ease – each digit gripping her feminine curve with purpose. His deep blue eyes raked over her nude form – drinking in every dip and curve like a man dying of thirst having discovered an oasis.

Damien’s chiseled jaw clenched as he slid his hands down to grope the firm globes of Lila’s backside, the supple cheeks molding to his palms like warm putty. He reveled in her soft moans and the way she arched into his touch like a content cat on it’s favorite sun warmed lap, luxuriating beneath his touch.

Lila wrapped her long legs around Damien’s trim waist, grinding her salivating womanhood against the rigid bulge straining in his jeans like a bitch in heat marking her territory. The friction made them both moan out long and low in a duet preformed for each other – Their voices blended – intertwining in a hypnotic rhythm that left them both pushing for more. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to free the rod she could feel pulsing beneath the denim – throbbing against her hand like a captive beast eager to break free.

Damien captured Lila’s wrists and pinned them above her head with little effort, a smirk playing about his curled lips – his cheeks pulling up tight like the strings of an archer’s bow as his eyes lit up.