Shelley blinked several times and then squinted. Sunlight flowed through her partially open bedroom curtains and window. She lifted her head up and groaned. A solid object was lodged in her right thigh. She frowned and rolled up and off the piece. She reached for it.
When she wrapped her fingers around the toy, it was warm. Shelley shuddered. The memory of Mr. Coffee was as fresh as the air that blew under the ledge of the window. She rolled onto her back and sighed with the device still her hand.
Shelly lay there and thought about what she wanted to do for the day. It was Sunday, and she still had not done her chores from the day before. She slid her naked body down to the end of the bed and sat up. She looked back at the empty bed and uneven sheets.
Once she managed to stand up, she felt her toes tingle. She looked down, saw an indentation on her thigh, and rubbed it. She realized that at some point during her rendezvous, she had at last fallen into a light sleep for a while. Although one of her feet had gone to sleep, it was quickly recovering.
She looked over in her dresser mirror at her. Her curly hair was pushed flat on one side. She began to giggle when she took in the big picture of her. She moved closer to see her face better. Shelley shook her head back and forth.
She saw pressure lines from the sheets on her face. Her thigh had turned pale where she had lain on the toy all night. However, she also saw the skin on her body glowed, and her cheeks blushed. She smirked.
"Who does this person think he is? I look like beautiful chaos. How dare he just seduce ME like that! He knew damn well what he was doing when he started licking that coffee cup like that. I cannot stand for this. If he thinks he's going to end up in my house in my bed, he better think again." She muttered to her.
Shelley ran her finger down the side of her leg slowly. She considered her an attractive woman. Her small breasts were still firm and perky. Her hips flared out into sinewy curves. Her thighs were plump. She adored her creamy chocolate skin. At them moment, she speculated he would like her skin too.
She left her room and walked through the house to the bath. She walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened it. She reached in, pulled down the toothpaste, and sat it on the edge of the sink. She closed her eyes for just a moment and immediately she saw his deep beautiful brown eyes.
She breathed slowly. She was determined not to be submissive to the thought of him all day. Especially, not after what she did for a good portion of the night. She felt a small twinge of soreness between her thighs from her activities when she walked. Again, she smiled as she recalled the details of her fantasy with Mr. Coffee.
"You think that it's a good idea to straddle a grown ass man while you are naked?" Mr. Coffee asked.
"What are going to do about it?' Shelley teased.
He pulled her close to him, and she nestled her face into the pillow with the scent of his cologne stuck in her nostrils. He gently traced the outline of her body from her spine. He finally let his hands rest under the cleft of her cheeks. Mr. Coffee pulled her forward until her damp lips touched his throbbing dick.
"What do you want little lady. You sat your naked ass on my lap. Is this what you came for? Huh. I mean I really can appreciate your position on this so if you want it, you can get it." He responded.
"Did you think I wasn't? I am a grown, sexy woman. I think I have a good idea of what I am doing. The question is what are you going to do with me sitting on your laptop, bucked naked." She asked.
Bit by bit, he began to inch his way into her tight, slick walls. She bit down on his shoulder and suppressed a scream. Her tongue slid over the satin covered pillow. The bulbous head of him surged insistently into the narrow entrance.
Shelley tensed. He pulled back a tad until he was barely inside of her. Shelley took a deep breath and clutched the sheet tighter when he plunged even deeper inside of her -beautiful frame. After several strokes, she had begun to give a little to accommodate the tremendous girth of him.
Mr. Coffee dug his fingers into the soft folds of her ass. He seemed determined to motivate her to a satisfying ending. She felt him flex himself within her walls. Her legs had begun to quiver violently in response to his hard strokes. At last, she whined while her juices rolled down the sides of him.
"Shit " Mr. Coffee groaned through clenched teeth.
At the height of her orgasm, the walls of her treasure grasped him tightly and repeatedly. Shelley kept her head down, and her eyes firmly shut. She gasped for air. Shelly listened to his words while she enjoyed the feel of him spew warm cream to meet her juices.
"It's so good, so good, for real love." Mr. Coffee chanted.
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