I just relax, lie down, finally some peace, a few hours of rest. The TV is on, but as always they don’t show anything, but I switch it until you come, then we’ll talk, so I’ll hold out until then. I finally hear you come in, I go to meet you because I couldn’t wait to be together. After a short greeting, you just tell me with a smile that you’re running to the shower because it’s been a hard day, and I’ll make us a simple dinner for now. While I’m rummaging through the fridge and cabinets, I only hear the rustling of water from the bathroom. When it quiets down, I just start putting dinner on the table, and I think about what plan we’ll make for the evening. You surprise me from my thoughts with a knock at the door. I turn around – and I see that you’ve figured out the plan for today. You’re standing in the doorway, freshly showered, wearing only a camisole, panties, and stockings. You know very well how such combinations affect me, and my blood circulation in my body suddenly changes. But I immediately got the idea that it shouldn’t be that simple… first I’ll enjoy looking at you, I like to enjoy such moments, such a view of you is beautiful. You start to approach me like a cat and twirl around me, but I hug you from behind, kiss your neck… and sit you down to dinner. You look at me incomprehensibly, but I’ve decided that dinner is important, and I want to enjoy how you’ll be sitting at the table with me so beautifully (un)dressed, so that I can enjoy it with my eyes too. And so we start dinner, we talk about how the day was, I feast my eyes on you, but you can’t, and under the table you stroke my leg with your stockinged foot. But only sometimes, for a moment, because you know it makes me feel electrified, even though I try not to show it, as if we were eating in the best restaurant. Me in normal clothes, you in sexy, seductive lingerie… paradoxical, but ultimately erotic. You move a little, and suddenly your panties appear in your hand, hanging from your index finger. You hand them to me, and as I take them in my palm, I feel your moisture, which they have soaked in. However, I still control my passions, I want to delay it, even though I see that you would immediately throw yourself at me, or get angry. But luckily you know me, and you wait to see what happens.

The darkness, just a little lighting at the table, all of that adds to the atmosphere. We talk for a while longer, and suddenly my teaspoon falls to the floor. Accidentally? No one knows, but I bend down, but more than necessary. Under the table, I’m suddenly at your legs, which you have gently apart. I gently pull them even further apart, I’m on my knees, I can only smell your scent from the shower mixed with the scent of your longed-for wet shell. I stroke your legs in stockings with my hands and savor the part where they end and the soft skin on your thighs begins. I can’t see you because I’m under the table, I can only feel how tight your skin is, how goosebumps form on your thighs when I touch them. I grab your legs so that you understand that you should move forward a little on the chair, so that you are only on the edge, so that I can get to your little one better. I run my tongue from your knee up higher, slowly enjoying the feeling, there is no rush. I run through the stocking to the skin, and then slowly higher and higher, until I feel the warmth of your shell. I move to the other knee, and repeat my journey up the leg again. Now that I am approaching the source of heat, smell and moisture, I run my tongue up the shaved mound with only a fine strip of hair, which I run from top to bottom, and which directs me to the other strip, which is, however, open, moist, soft. I just want you to sit and enjoy it, just as I enjoy you. I move my tongue down the strip, from the hair to the bottom, and back up again, parting your veils so I can have better access, and with the tip of my tongue I slowly move all over the shell, play with the peas up, go to the well, into which I go as deep as possible with my tongue, suck on it, I want to drink all the juice. I gently play with the veils, suck them, lick them, move to the thigh to return to the juice. I gently go to the bottom, lick all the juice that is slowly flowing out of you. But then I put a finger to your hole, moisten it in it, add a second one so that both are quite wet, and insert them inside. As I lick it, I enjoy the taste, softness and warmth, and at the same time, I run my fingers inside you, pressing myself against it, that softness, I feel it pressing against me so that you can really feel them inside you. Every time I press inside in front, I feel it squeezing you, and I enjoy the sighs that I hear from above, even though I can’t see you. You spread your legs so that I can get to you well, with my fingers and tongue and lips, I walk my tongue all the way to my fingers, and I gently enter it inside, while I massage you from the inside with my fingers. You start to add thrusts, you press yourself against me, and I feel your climax approaching.

You don’t want to, but I won’t let you stop, I stroke you from the inside, I lick you from the outside, and the juice flows out of you all the way to your ass, and suddenly it comes to you. You sigh loudly, you grab my head, I lick you and press you from the inside, and I feel the contractions with which you squeeze my fingers, I feel the juice that flows directly from you, I slow down but I still massage you slowly and more gently with my fingers and tongue and lips. You slowly release the grip on my head, your thighs slowly pull away from me, because when you entered, you pressed me with them, as if you wanted to crush my head, you stroke my hair, and I’m happy how I managed to play out tonight in the main role with you. I sit down at the table again, to see the beautiful thing that was sitting there before, with an even more beautiful expression on your face and sparkles in your eyes…