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I stirred awake, blinking in the dim morning light filtering through the hotel room curtains. I rolled over and tried to reach for Astrid, but only found rumpled sheets. Sitting up, I saw a note scribbled on hotel stationary: “Went to get good coffee and pastries. Stay put. -A”

I stretched my arms and back. I’m jolted awake by the soreness of arms and shoulders. I suddenly remembered how Astrid had placed my hands behind my head after having me mount that vulgar toy.

I remember my embarrassment last night as I fumbled inserting the toy at least once, prompting Astrid to scoot in and hold the dong steady. My face flushed as I recalled Astrid’s request to pause as she pulled down the toy’s foreskin, her giggles, and her soft kisses on my thigh as she coaxed me down the toy.

“Just like riding a bike, eh Johnny?” Astrid chirped as she slowly stood up and leaned in for a deep kiss. I felt her lube slick hand slowly stroke my arousal, the intensity of her kiss growing. At some point, Astrid shed her robe, letting it fall near my feet. She gently broke the kiss and said, “I take it you’re happy to see me.”.

Instead of answering, I reached out to pull her closer. More accurately, I tried to. Astrid tutted and pushed my hands down to my lap as she lithely climbed on top of me. She was surprisingly heavy for someone trim and petite. I felt myself sinking into the pillows and the toy pushing much deeper as she fully rested on top of me. The warm press of her body and the fresh scent of her skin was intoxicating.

“Hands behind your neck.” she said while trying to straddle me comfortably.

I complied, interlacing my hands and resting my elbows on the “winged back” of the chair. It struck me that’s pretty convenient; I’ve always wondered what fatih escort that part of the chair is for. I was brought out of my musing as I felt Astrid’s now cool hands reach for my cock. I felt her wetness on the tip of my tool and her hard clit as she teased both of us by rubbing my knob up and down her slit.

Astrid started to concentrate and slow her teasing. She looked into my eyes and asked, “Has anyone pleasured you this way since we were last together?” I made a face that you only use to say no and shook my head a few times.

She looked at each of my pupils in turn a few times in quick succession, like some inquisitor ferreting out untruth. “You know, I’ve missed you sometimes.” I felt her scorching heat engulf my tool slowly. She kept her gaze on me for a while before she closed her eyes, savoring the moment. I felt her pubic bone on mine, and she slowly ground her mons on mine. Tentatively, like trying to see if she remembers how or finding a long-lost rhythm. She pulled herself up slowly, softly purring and placing both hands on my shoulder for stabilization.

I was mesmerized by her perfect bosom. The incandescent light of her room adds some color to her flawless skin. Though in day light she’s pale, the only comparison that comes to mind is Stoya. I followed her stiff nipples as she rode me. It appears they’ve grown a bit darker in color, a stark contrast to the very light pink I remember. Astrid always lamented that people always took notice of her because of her bust, even if she had the prettiest face in the room. This went doubly so for women, who she had to fend off twice as hard. Her breasts look almost just like Shalina Devine’s, nipples and all. Or at least used to; I feel that çapa escort time has really passed by.

“You’ve noticed I’ve grown older; I see.” Astrid said softly, without emotion. I looked guilty as sin.

“It’s just been too long.” I stammered. “How can you still be this beautiful? I asked in a defeated tone.

“I know.” Astrid teased playfully. She removed her hands from my shoulders and pinned my elbows to the chair. She started to ride me faster, pushing me down into the cushions. “John, all this time, you knew I was more than a pretty face.” I felt her pussy tighten as she spoke. It was my turn to roll my eyes back in pleasure.

Astrid would clench her kegel muscles as she reaches the apex of my cock, using it like some sort of perverse braking system. She would then push down, and once she takes me to the hilt, she’ll grind or gyrate. Not surprisingly, this also pushed me down on the dildo, and her gyrations would have me sympathetically grind on the toy as well. This makes the toy irregularly brush or poke my prostate, which in turn would make me grunt, moan, or thrust up to meet Astrid’s rhythm. The fleeting glances of the toy puts a dull pressure on my spot. Making me harder and wanting more. Astrid drinks up this reaction and gets even more turned on. Pushing us in turn to a faster frenzy.

Astrid slowed down. She unpinned my arms and kissed me tentatively. “You’re staying over tonight.” I nodded, though it wasn’t a question. She seemed relieved none the less. “Help me up?” she asked, and I supported her as she unmounted me.

She looked at me mischievously as she stood up and limbered herself. “Try not to cum yet.” She grinned.

She clambered on top of me only to maneuver güngören escort herself, facing away from me. She stroked my cock a bit before lining it up her slit again. “Can you hold me up?” she asked as she lowered herself on my cock.

I took the opportunity to get my paws on her. One hand on her hip, the other gently cupping a breast. I heard her sigh and felt her put her hands over mine to steady herself as she restarted her canter. Despite the cool room, she has become sweaty. I can feel her breast slippery on my hand, and I can feel a bit of sweat run down my hands on her rather firm abs. I try to pull her closer to me, but she resists it, making her increase her pace. To keep a proper hold on her bust, I had to let her nipple slip between two fingers and nip it, or so I told myself. The dildo rubbed my spot less, though I can feel a bit of soreness from the protracted action.

I felt Astrid remove her hands. I saw she has transferred one to her exposed boob and the other rubbed her clit. At first, she started to moan, then whispered vulgarity. I felt her pussy start to clamp up.

“I’m going to…” Astrid started. Then the hand playing with her breast suddenly flew to my arm, grabbed me, and her fingers dug deep. I’ve always appreciated that she never had long nails because of these moments. “Sorry, fuck, I’m going to cum.” She stopped her riding and started to get rigid. One hand still busy rubbing her clit, the other making me wonder if I’d have to visit the NHS tomorrow and come up with what feline gave me these deep scratches.

She started to relax and pulled her close into an embrace. I felt her melt into me. Satisfied and catching her breath. I stroked her hair and kissed her back. It was a few quiet moments. I felt her lift the arm she scratched for inspection. She leaned down to kiss the red welts. “Sorry for that.” She sheepishly said. “Let’s finish you up.”

A loud beep followed by the door opening brought me back to the present. Astrid walked in with a coffee carrier and a brown bag smelling of croissants.

“Hello there.” She greeted.

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