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"God, you're magnificent," he complimented as he held me in his arms.
Feeling suddenly energized by his presence, I gave a mighty shove and rolled over so that I was now on top of him ready to return some of the pleasure he'd given me. Drunk Sex I kissed all over his face and neck, spending extra time at the point where his shoulder and neck met. He shivered when he felt my lips there and I knew I'd found the first hot spot. The point of his shoulders also seemed to elicit a strong response from him and I wondered what he'd be like when I finally got to the more conventional erogenous zones.
I got my answer once I kissed my way down his chest and flicked my tongue very firmly over his left nipple. His hips bucked hard and I heard him gasp. Just to check, I did the same thing to the right nipple and got a similar response. When I first married I thought Ben had an amazing capacity for sexual arousal but Bryan was demonstrating even more than I could ever hope for from a young man. Briefly, I considered staying here and exploiting this hot spot but decided to move on and come back to it periodically. After all, turnabout was fair play wasn't it?
I continued to kiss my way down across his abdomen and only then did I take a good look at his cock. My eyes grew wide at the sight. In all my years I'd never seen so large a penis. It had to be at least eight inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist. Drunk Sex Even in the dim light I could tell the head was purple and swollen. Words like 'turgid' and 'tumescent' came to mind and I suppressed a giggle at the thought. While I wanted nothing more than to explore it further, I reminded myself that we had plenty of time and there was still a lot of his body to cover. Just to keep him a little off kilter, I switched my attention back to his nipples briefly before I went back to his pelvis and kissed that delicious valley just inside his hipbones.
Taking a page from his book, I chose to travel down his legs and see if I could trigger any reactions there. While he sighed softly, nothing sparked an extra pleasurable response. When I got to his ankles I didn't really feel like stopping so I instructed him to roll over. He raised his head and gave me a questioning glance which I answered with a wistful smile and batted my eyes. He laughed for a second before complying but then turned over on his stomach.
Drunk Sex I kissed and stroked my way back up his calves and enjoyed his giggle as I brushed across the back of his knees. When I got to his ass, I sank my fingers deeply into the well-defined muscles, kneading and massaging them. He groaned low and long as my thumbs move closer to that cleft between the two marvelously rounded globes of flesh. I let one lightly brush across his anus and felt him shudder beneath me. Mentally, I cataloged that spot and moved on, using my fingers; lips and tongue to trace abstract patterns over his back and shoulders. I finally returned to his neck and shoulders and his reactions to my ministrations were still strong.
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