A Friend's Winter Garden

In our somewhat cramped apartment, our lust didn't suffer, but we sometimes had a stagnation. But we're moving soon, into our own cosy house.

A friend of Tom's probably wanted to do him a favor because my boyfriend had given him hints.

The friend was on a business trip and needed a house sitter. That's where we came in. And later the winter garden.

First we were sitting in front of Danny's flat screen and watched a movie. But then he pulled me up by the hand and excitedly I followed him into the spacious winter garden, which I had not yet entered, but apparently Tom did.

He had prepared a bowl of strawberries and a second one of blueberries, as well as champagne.

What did he have in store? A romantic picnic? I thought to myself.

As I entered, the stagnant humidity hit me unexpectedly. As in midsummer, although it was only spring that woke up outside. Here were orchids and other flowers that preferred this climate. Wondrous shapes, psychedelic colors, some goblets appeared quite erotic.

Did he want more, far more? My abdomen tingled. First he played various jungle songs from pop music, I know a cliché, but Tom used that to dance closely with me. I felt more and more that another jungle was coming to life with him. Not to speak of my own wilderness. I felt his aroused hardness close to me and he obviously mine.

Then he gently laid me on the yoga mat and energetically attacked my mouth with his lips and tongue. It drove into me hot and burning. Our tongues swirled around each other like a double star. A heated jet stream of pleasure made me produce precipitation on the tip of my cock so that I was ready. More than ready.

But then he interrupted our beginning supernova and fed me with relish alternately strawberries and blueberries.

We took off each other's t-shirts. I sucked with great joy on his juice-stained finger. He groaned. I tugged and licked his chest buds. They became wonderfully stiff.

Then he pushed me back on the mat and kindled the fire in me by means of my breast buds, which he tasted devotedly. Then he kept pouring some champagne into the thimble of my belly button and slurped it out of it.

How furiously he tore off my pants and underwear. Now he drank my juice of precum lust, sweet, salty and lovely. His lips took me deep into the dark, wet cave of his lustful mouth.

I was already pounding violently, longing for his tongue and more. I had the urge to thrust into him. He allowed me to do as I pleased. He sucked with gentle force, but not fierce at all. My stream of love entered finally his throat and a little scream was uttered from the top of my lungs.

His longing was more than evident when he took off his jeans. Oho! How wicked! He wasn't wearing underpants. His erect tail is a real hummingbird that pulsed powerfully. He couldn't wait to dive deep into me and rummage through my most secret place.

Then finally he came over me, propped himself up with his arms and slowly but more emphatically inserted his penis into me. Millimeter by millimeter, I enjoyed the massage with his vibrating piston, which swung with the rhythm of his pulse.

He sank into me to the bottom of my troubled ocean, paused for a moment so as not to come too early. Then he began thrusting, swaying his hips so that he touched every side of my muscles that had stretched to swallow him hungrily.

As he pounded me furiously, he kept on fucking my mouth with his lecherous tongue. I felt alight and languorous at the same time. Switching back and forth. I gasped with delight.

His thrusts became more and more intense. He clasped me like a warrior his treasure, touched my P-Spot and caused heavy shivers in me. I felt hot and cold.

We both joined the chorus of uncensored lust. He gave me a deep kiss, as if I had artistically licked myself, I tasted my bewitching aroma on his trembling lips.

We became more and more euphoric, buried in each other as if the night would never end. I groaned as if in a strange language and he moaned profoundly as he let his white, slippery, sticky river pour into me. Hot and volcanic.

After we passed the main act, he stayed in and on top of me. I had the feeling that we were steaming immensely, that he glowed inside me, that I had to be luminescent. Like human fireflies.

When he pulled his exhausted warrior out of me, perfumed by my scent, we still cuddled tenderly while I enjoyed the lazy emotion of how his semen gradually wetted me on the outside like balm of the morning.

As a result, our bumbling love life was immensely enlivened and got an immense upswing until the next fresh impulses.