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I could feel her body squirming slightly next to me as she continued to move her hand up and down my shaft. Suddenly, she threw the covers back and rose up, straddling me, sitting on my dick and grinding as she looked down at me. Her hair obscured most of her face, but I could see one lust filled eye looking down at me.
"Bob. I was dreaming about you," she said with a lusty whisper. "I was dreaming about you fucking me."
As if to emphasize her point, she lifted up enough to use her hand to guide the head of my cock just between her already dripping pussy lips and slowly settled down, filling herself with my hard dick as she let out a slow, deep breath, finishing with a moan. I reached up and grabbed her tits, her beautiful large areola looking almost small in my hand. I squeezed and flicked at her nipples with my thumb as she began rocking on my cock, never once pulling her eyes away from mine. Her movements were slow at first as we both enjoyed the sensations we were feeling. Little by little, I started to thrust my hips up in time with hers, and she began to pick up the pace.
She used a hand to toss back that sexy hair of hers and fix both of her eyes on mine as she bit her bottom lip in that way she does.
"Jesus love," I managed to gasp. "Easy. Go easy."
"Fuck that," she said with a needy smile. "I want it. I want all of it," she growled. "And I don't want to have to wait."
We both picked up the pace of our movements, fucking each other as hard as we could. I could hear the sounds of my cock in her wet pussy punctuated by our bodies coming together. I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but need got the best of me as I thrust up and grunted as the first of my cum painted her insides. We continued our movements until I had emptied myself into her. Finally, she stopped moving and looked down at me with a wicked grin, her breathing still heavy as she sat on me. She leaned over and kissed me deeply before getting up to pee.
She came out of the bathroom wearing a house dress she liked to don while at home. She leaned over me and kissed me again.
"Come on. Let's go downstairs and I'll feed you some breakfast. You must be hungry," she said with a grin.
I threw on a pair of shorts and followed her down to the kitchen. She pulled together and omelet as I sipped on coffee and watched her move around. Watching her is one of my favorite things to do in the world. How could it not be? She is startlingly beautiful. Watching her was like watching art in motion, with god as the artist.
We sat together and ate, making small talk and reveling in the way our day had begun. After a few minutes, she locked eyes with me and bit her lip. She slid her chair back and pulled her dress up, exposing her pussy to me.
"You're not finished eating yet," she lustily offered. "Come over to the couch," she said, standing and taking my hand..
Once there, she pulled her dress up and sat on the edge, leaning back and exposing herself to me. I knelt between her legs and smiled up at her before bringing my hungry mouth down over her still dripping pussy.
"Fuck Bob," she said, more a gasp than speech. "You drive me fucking crazy."
I smiled at that despite the fact that my tongue was buried deep within her as I tasted the fruits of our morning labor.