Dripping white

She woke up. Suddenly, dazed and wondering, when did she fell asleep and how much did she slept. She looked at the man sleeping next to her, her head on his arm. He was breathing calmly, eyes closed.
She kept looking at him for a while. Thinking. Remembering. Experiencing an explosion of memories, photos, sounds and smells. And she kept looking.
Then, slowly, she got up. Not to wake him up. She got up from white sheets on the white bed, in white room with white window frames covered with white transparent curtains. She looked outside the open door. Curtains were blowing gently in the evening wind. Crickets chirping. Leaves on orange trees in the garden were silently rustling.
She took his white shirt from the end of the bed and put it on her naked, olive brown skin. Then, slowly stepping over clothes randomly thrown and kicked away on the floor, she went to the door and leaned on the door frame. The air was hot. Her long, wavy sunlit mahogany hair, was fluttering in the evening wind.
And then she felt it. Something dripping out of her vagina, dripping oh her thigh, dripping on the floor. Semen. A lot of it.
She smiled with pleasure, full of pleasurable memories. They had sex so many times, that when they finished for the last time and literally fell to bed, she fell asleep almost instantly. What a fun night and day that was. And now she was leaking his juices.
She touched his cum with her fingers, spread it on her lovely, well trimmed, now slightly rested but still a bit swollen pussy. She put finger inside and took more out. Enjoying the squelching sound it made. With the other hand, she caressed her breast, pinched her nipple a bit.
She lift up one leg, and with toe tips, she laid it on the door frame opposite of her.
What an exciting evening. She had goosebumps, because after it almost felt like an eternity, she could be herself. Free. There is just her, tanned, free, almost naked woman, his semen dripping out of her, and nobody else near this house.
And she started to masturbate, slowly, smiling. Playing with herself, insatiable, horny woman. She could not help herself. He tasted so good.
And he? He was watching her.
From the moment she got up from his arm, he was awake, but did not wanted to disturb her. To disturb the moment, of one perfect woman, slowly walking to the door, basking in the glorious setting summer sun. He thanked the wind for exposing all the best parts of her fantastic body. He looked at her, leaning on the door frame, legs spread wide apart, leaking cum and her vaginal fluids on the floor and wondered, how could she be more beautiful.
Then, silently, he got up. His cock fully erect, he stroked him a few times, and quietly went behind her.
She was now masturbating more vigorously, leaning forwards a bit and breathing heavily.
Then, she felt his cock on her ass cheek.
This is perfect, she thought, when she felt him touching her from behind, as she liked the most.
This is perfect, he thought, touching with his thick veined dick her jaw dropping, perfectly shaped ass with miniature fuzzy hair like a ripe peach.
He came closer, his dick pressed in between her ass cheeks.With one hand he caressed her hair, with his fingertips he stroke her neck and shoulder, gently moving lower to her hand. His other hand moved slowly along her hand on her breast. He could not help himself but grabbing her soft and warm breast in his hand and squeezing it a bit. His harm, stroking her belly now, moved slowly more upwards as well, until he made a push-up bra for her using his hands.
She now was, with one hand, gripping his hand, and with the other, still fingering herself.
There is no point holding back, she thought. Not now. Not with him. And she grabbed his dick in her hand, jerking it off wildly.
She tilted her head and found his lips with hers.
Her mind went blank. There was just ecstasy.
When she kissed him, he tightened his grip on her breasts. He must held back like a tamer holding back its beast, for he did not wanted to hurt her. Just to make her his.
There is no point holding back, he thought, being kissed by the perfect woman, being jerked off by her. Not now. Not with her. I want to by my own now.
And with one arm, he grabbed her vagina, stroked and played with her clitoris. With the other, he grabbed her neck, gently touching it, and gently pressing it as well. She loved it, he knew it, because her hand, but a few moments ago wildly masturbating his cock, was now stroking it rather chaotically. And he bit her lip a bit. She loved that too.
"Aaah..." she moaned.
I want you in, she thought, being masturbated by him. And she took his cock with her hand, stroked it, patted her firm ass with it and moved it in between her legs.
Not yet, he thought, and started to move, so she could not insert his cock inside her hungry pussy. He started to stroke her lovehole with his whole big and thick cock. He knew she would like it. From behind. With his cock masturbating her pussy.
He started to put more force in his movements, so that her ass would clap on his belly. Gently rubbing her skin. Kissing, biting, licking her skin.
With one hand, she held his hand. With other, she held the door frame, absent minded. She wanted to masturbate herself, to masturbate him, to cum co many times, and yet he was still teasing her.
And when she thought, she would cum, he moved differently, his purple dick entered her vagina. Suddenly and quickly.
If he did not held her by the neck and body, she would collapse. But he held her more firmly. Kissing her lovingly. And started to fuck her. Hard.
She was now moaning all the time, kissing him, staying standing on one leg, the other still rested on the door frame. And he was fucking her so good, she felt like melting.
He did not wanted to hold back anymore. He started to quicken the tempo. He was fucking her like a wolf, growling slightly, quickening up the pace. He held her leg on the door frame and held her up. Higher. So all the world could see.
Finally her hand was free and she held his head, lifting her arm above her shoulder. Her breasts, dripping vagina and bulging belly all exposed to sunlit sky. And he kept fucking her in that wild rhythm.
She was breathing heavily, more loudly, until... finally.... with all of her exposed, she came, shaking wildly, screaming. Her leg gave up, she fell to her knees, leaning on the door frame.
And without a rest, he went straight in again, fucking her on all fours.
He squatted above her, so he could stimulate her with his cock more. And she moaned so beautifully. Her hair spread on the floor, her fingernails made grooves in the wooden floor. And she spread her legs. She loved it. From behind. This was her. Without noises in her head. Fucked vigorously.
He picked up the pace even more. He wanted to cum. Still fucking her hard, he leaned forwards, grabbed her hair, gently gripped it and lifted her head by the hair from the floor. He tilted and moved her head, so now she was facing him slightly. And he kissed her. Passionately. Their tongues in dance of their own.
And then he came. Inside. His cock bulging from the cumload. He came deep. And all the time he was cumming, he kept kissing, he kept fucking her. Until he was empty. Then he remained in balls deep, still hard and big. Throbbing from excitement, sweating from the hard fuck.
Then they fell on the floor, hugging, kissing each other passionately for a long, long time.
And when they stopped, he was lying next to her, with his elbow supporting his body on top of her, holding her cheek and chin in his other hand, while she was hugging him. They looked at each other.
They said nothing.
The crickets were chirping.
But they thought only about the other.