Morning coffee – an erotic story for women.
The reddish haze of dawn lazily leaked through the foggy glass windows of the bedroom. Carefully slipping along the translucent tulle of curtains, the scarlet gleam fell on a spanned female cheek, which instantly acquired a shade of the rising slightly cloudy sun. The girl grimaced and led the nose displeasedly, as if trying to drive the morning, as if an annoying mosquito. But the dream was already sailing away from her, leaving only the shaky sensations of magic as a keepsake. Sighing a little disappointed, the princess of the morning dawn took her head off the wet and crushed pillow. Her gaze was already familiar in a few years of marriage a picture. Completed sheets, thrown to the very ankles blanket and slightly knocked on the knees bent at the knees, which rested serenely on the male lower back. The girl rose slightly on her thin pointed elbows, which is why her small breasts sank down a little, hanging over a flat stomach, like two swollen amber drops. Just the next morning not so long ago officially married young people: it is a sin to not write female erotic stories about such a honeymoon of a year.
The girl had the name Elena, although her husband was wrinkling his forehead every time, hearing the full name of his wife. Michael (that was the name of a man sweetly sniffing under her slender legs) from the very first day of their meeting christened his beloved ribbon for her flexibility and elegance of forms. The current spouses met four years ago visiting a common friend. Having played a rather long time for modern youth, they finally decided to arrange their relations with seals and begin to live as a full-fledged cell of society. Only a few months have passed since the wedding, and it seemed to them that they always lived like this: falling asleep, tired of the neighbors with provocative moans, and waking up invariably in each other’s arms.
Female ero story
Lena reluctantly removed her husband’s hand from the smoothly shaved pubic, who so forth in delicate skin in a friendly way, and with pleasure reached for the crunch under the shoulder blades. Well, again, she fell into a nap, never dressed in a night shirt. Without taking off the remnants of intimate clothing, she neatly and incredibly cleverly turned out of the strong, but already limp embrace of her husband. He only sighed noisily and rolled over to the other side, kindly allowing the luminary inexorably falling up outside the window to reflect on his sides and buttocks. The girl barely resisted so as not to giggle, but still burst out loudly into a fist. Every morning she got up with the first rays of the sun and watched her husband just like that – serenely sleeping, like a baby. He was all the time opened in a dream, so in the end Lena always saw him amusing a naked booty. Once she even secretly photographed him, for which the melancholy in life Mikhail only calmly led broad shoulders and buried his nose deeper into a cup of coffee. Yes, both of them adored this drink … The thought of a tart burning nectar with a sweet trembling ran hands. The goosebumps were impatiently rushed to plow the expanses of the naked body, making it more tense.
Caution, so as not to break the sensitive dream of a man, the girl lowered her legs to the smooth linoleum of the bedroom. Without groping old slippers under the bed, she shrugged and sighed. Again, passion found them yesterday completely suddenly, forcing them to scatter things throughout the apartment. At such moments, you do not think at all that in the morning you will spend more than a dozen minutes in search of individual parts of the toilet. This time she did not search the corners for loss, but barely proceeded to the kitchen. The thought of coffee made Len finally wake up.
Michael opened one eye and stealthily traced his wife’s inaudible path from the room. He smiled, watching the smooth movements of her hips, whitish skin on small bulges a little lower than the lower back. And this funny mole in the form of a butterfly on the sacrum … Damn it, it was this small dark spot that started it like peppercorn, adding acute to the usual female forms. They say that every girl has some kind of special “highlight” that distinguishes her from other representatives of the fair sex. By which you can learn with almost closed eyes a woman out of a thousand like her. The ribbon of this was precisely this butterfly, which now playfully moved away from it, slightly moving the wings from the leisurely movements of the wife. On any dating site you can’t find such. Accident brought them together, and retained sincere love. The man changed his pose a little, feeling the tension in the lower abdomen. Oh, these morning areas of desires ..
In the kitchen, meanwhile, the very daily movement began, according to which Mikhail could accurately determine what his wife was doing at the moment: no, she sat down again not to read her female erotic stories (she loved all these languid intimate stories about queens about the queenand piratov), and prepares an awakening drink. A dry creak of a hinged closed shelf was heard. I took out a jar of coffee prayed in advance. He hit the table box. Found a teaspoon. The tinkling melodic surge was heard. She began to fill the Turk. The kitchen was directly opposite the bedroom, thereby opening Mikhail part of the gas stove and the space in front of it, on which his beloved woman was now ruled. Here flashed a miniature handle with neatly painted nails, putting a container with coffee and water on the stove. Following her, the waist was bending, blocking part of the review. She gracefully leaned forward, moving the Turk to the back left burner. Every morning she cooked coffee only there. And certainly naked. Mikhail raised his head from the pillow to better see what was still hiding behind an open kitchen door: a tightened ass and slightly placed legs on which there were still stockings. They sank slightly and now ended slightly above the knees. The girl was so lazily to put herself in order until she overturned at least a cup of strong sweet coffee.
Mikhail swallowed the saliva. The aroma of boiling drink crawled around the apartment. Elena continued to stand right in front of his eyes, placing a couple of small cups on the stove, donated by him for a wedding. There was no more strength to observe the spouse in such a seductive form, and he rose silently from bed.
Erotic story about the female dream
Elena shuddered when she felt her warm and elastic touch with her back. Every morning … she waited, but still slightly started. Waiting always tires. Lips greedily clung to the neck, looking for the treasured point behind the ear with the tip of the tongue. The girl without looking behind her, took her husband by the hand and laid her on her chest. Fingers squeezed the pink button of the nipple, which is why it instantly filled with blood and hardened a little. She bent in her lower back and published a lingering moan. Cooling, like sweet morning coffee. The man put his second hand on her hip and pressed him so tightly that Elena felt the pulsation of his excitement with leather. The hand slipped below the crotch. Fingers felt hot moisture and long -awaited tightness. Second, and he had already entered it, pulling him by the chest.
The woman immediately strained from the pulling bliss in the lower abdomen and, leaning on her arms, slightly sank her chest on the table. He led a free palm on the bends of her body, pushed back a little and froze for a split second so that the female bosom was impatiently shaken in anticipation of the continuation. The man acted slowly, slowly, in a businesslike. Over and over again, he entered deeper, penetrated further into the heated body of his beloved. Elena raised her head on a thin elegant neck and, sharply turning back, shot her eyes with pleasure with pleasure. She loved to watch how her man moves, how the abdominal muscles strain, her eyes are dug up with fog.
Coffee was seething in Turk, and the sounds of bubbles bursting from the hut so correctly echoed with the rapid breath of this pair, cooked with female long groans and a male fragmentary roar. Not even in every female ero story the author will be able to convey this tension and intensity when I want to merge with a partner into one. Michael accelerated his movements, feeling the approach of discharge. He moved his right hand from his wife’s chest to her neck, slightly lifted his chin and led his index finger along the lips moist with pleasure with pleasure. She rather grabbed the phalanx out of habit and wrapped her tongue. Istoma rolled with hot waves, like a surf of the Red Sea, covering both of them with his head. The woman felt her flesh shrinking more and more, how powerfully she wrapps up male loins, which frantically penetrated into a tight, juicy gut. Mikhail jerked forward a couple more times, and the girl cried out, instantly limp in his strong arms. The next moment, he himself followed his wife, squeezing her hips so that the skin under his fingers turned white.
For a few more seconds, they silently tried to restore the rhythm of breathing and reassure, frantically pounding hearts. Finally, Elena raised her disheveled head, which during ecstasy dropped into her arms. Half of the coffee spilled out of the Turkish, the bay with dark brown flows stove. The spirit of burned grains filled the kitchen, mixing with that unique aroma, which the people called the “smell of sex”. The man moved away and gently ran his lips along the girl’s spine, leaving behind him a chain of dry kisses. He always dry out in his mouth after a violent orgasm.
“I’m in the shower,” he whispered to his wife and kissed her in the end on his cheek, while drawing her nose along her. The husband did not say anything else, but such a gesture has long meant a cherished phrase of three words for them, which was not required in voice.
She nodded her head, straightened up and stretched out enough, raising her toes. Now her actions were filled with the lazy satiety of a domestic cat, which was just caressed by the beloved owner. The battleship clicked. Then it will come and its turn to plunge into cool jets. But now she wants only one. Elena turned off the gas under a Turki and carefully, so as not to burn, splashed a little coffee in a cup of steamed capacity.
Having taken the first sip, she almost burned her tongue, which made the girl cheer up a little. The bathroom came from the perky murmur of water and a low male voice, selflessly and childishly singing something light and energetic. The girl slightly stretched the corners of her lips in a light smile. Every morning…