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A SWEET SAMPLE FROM THREE DAYS IN BED:The hustle and bustle of the county prosecutor’s office did little to sharpen Beverly’s focus. It was well past standard business hours as her eyes glanced across the desk, mentally escaping the demands of the day. Beverly drifted into a delicious thought as the holiday season, enhanced by thoughts of her lover, sent a flurry of goose bumps up her arms. Stimulated by gentle strokes from her manicured fingernails, she had no one to blame but Justin Porter. He was every bit of dark cocoa persuasion standing triumphantly at six feet with flawless skin and gentleman charisma to support his well rounded, yet humble demeanor. With twenty minutes to spare before an evening arraignment, the young assistant prosecutor leaned back and batted her lazy eyes as she recalled a recent interlude in the confines of her small, yet pampered kitchen. “This should do it.” She placed a decorative ribbon around a freshly prepared dish of candied yams and tied a delicate bow befitting a festive occasion. From a distance, Beverly’s man, so divine, showered with warm skin, sought the attention of his lady. Dipped in warm velvety skin and a prowess for sensual affection, Justin strolled into the kitchen barefoot, clad in charcoal gray boxers. A slight scent of musk permeated his skin. A white hand towel draped his thick neck. “Do what?” he asked in a deep voice, taking interest in her domestic task, finding ways to compliment her common endeavors. Justin’s sculpted muscles flexed. The sight of his lady’s shapely legs in his sky blue dress shirt sent an immediate rush to his loins. Two heartbeats accompanied the close space between them as she whipped around to face him with an early morning smile. Justin used his towel to lasso Beverly’s hips against his body as Thunder announced his neediness. He peeked over her shoulder and surveyed the cinnamon scented dishes. Looking up, watching his thick Adam’s apple slide up and down, she whispered, “The candied yams...,” Beverly paused for his approval, hoping she could satisfy his every need for the rest of their lives. Planting her feet into the floor, she redefined her needs as she looked down at Justin’s firm dick jockeying for position in various places. He looked down, delighting in her curious interest. They shared a laugh. Justin’s nostrils flared slightly as his fingers stroked her neck, signaling more than a casual greeting. Beverly’s stomach fluttered. She moved closer, finding a stance that could take her in any direction Justin wanted to lead. Her moist lips parted slightly as his playful behavior continued. He shook his head with disappointment over the food. “I bet they taste horrible.” She smacked his taut chest and pouted. “No they don’t.” Beverly’s hips rocked against him, inviting his sway. The hand towel fell to the floor, leaving room to disconnect. Instead they pressed on, with a flirtatious need to bond. The decorative ribbon became undone. Justin peeled back the colored plastic. His curiosity met little resistance. “Justin stop.” “Shhh,” he commanded as his thumb caressed her right nipple in small circles. His confidence wooed her into a moan as Justin continued to seduce his lady with multiple kisses. “If they came from a can, my mama won’t like you.” A burst of girly giggles filled the room. With ample timing, Justin piled thick samples into her mouth, licking spillage off her chin. A long and inviting kiss ensued. Beverly grabbed his waist, pulling him closer. Justin began to unbutton her shirt while she tried in vain to focus on meeting Ms. Porter for the first time. “Mmm,” she hummed, sliding her hand down the back of his boxer shorts and gripping his thick, tight ass. “Ooh, Justin, we’re gonna be…,” “Late?” he droned, as his body folded to the side, bearing weight into his heavy thighs, reaching for her right nipple, decorating it with warm yams. Admiring the appeal of the sweet food sliding off her breast, he lapped it up with loud smacks, wrapping his lips around her areola, swallowing hard, opening his mouth for more. Yearning to lay down, Beverly’s knees began to buckle. Justin had other plans. His hands met her waist, lifting her effortlessly as her ass molded against the cool counter top. “Better?” he licked, fulfilling the comfort in her rag doll legs. Beverly cupped his cheek, melting in front of him, a desire so strong, she leaned in, allowing him everything within reach, sliding her legs apart. Justin looked down, breathing with intensity, pulling her to the edge to sample Kitty. Justin’s forehead rested against hers as he complimented the moment with a smile. His eyes shot down to the erotic swell between her legs. “C’mon baby,” he begged, working his way down, forming words and subtle hints against her wet nipples, “we’ve got all day. Let’s be late.” He coaxed her legs open further, gently biting her inner thighs and exposing a warm place filled with wetness. Beverly agreed, dropping her heavy head, releasing stress from within, taking deep breaths, savoring his undivided attention. She followed his lead as her arms carried above her head, finding its place against the walnut cabinet, arousing her dark chocolate breasts, waiting for his mouth to taste other parts. As multiple licks and kisses brushed against her skin, Justin’s dress shirt fell to the floor serenaded by sexy expletives. When he reached Beverly’s clitoris, Justin licked and lapped up the juices as Thunder reached a firm erection. Justin strummed his fingers against her inner thighs, prying them as far as she could bare. She bit her lower lip, abandoning her timely ways. “Oh my,” she purred, using her tongue to moisten her mouth, “let’s be late all the time.” The velvety folds in front of him, so soft upon his lips and tongue, swelled before his eyes. Justin pursued them with long licks, like delicious melting ice cream. Unable to contain her pleasure, Beverly’s arms collapsed. The back of her head thrashed against the cabinets. Justin stood up, watching her legs become limp. “Relax,” he urged, focusing on her heated frenzy and wild hair. Maintaining calm, Justin swept his thumb against her lower lip watching it disappear, as her free hand wrapped around Thunder pulling him closer. Priming her first, he entered Beverly with three fingers, filling her head with sweet thoughts. “So wet, so sweet baby.” Beverly leaned forward, urging him along, unable to determine his next move. “Right there?” he asked, kneeling down, freeing himself from her grip, kissing Kitty with small pecks, shoving his fingers in and out. “Everywhere,” she begged. Justin suckled on her clit until Beverly’s cervix opened up and showered, releasing a joyful song as her body trembled into pieces of ecstasy. Feeling him softly break away, she looked down to find him hungrily sucking on her engorged breasts, taking his time, spending precious moments on each one leaving them both tingling for more. With a final kiss to her belly button, he sat on the floor and welcomed her with outreached hands. Beverly locked fingers with his and mounted Thunder as Justin rode up with tight thighs, watching her face strain with pain. He stretched his legs and gripped his lady’s waist as her tight tunnel choked his dick with cream. Justin watched her wide eyed and serious, a slow rodeo ride, his beautiful muse, a future wife, a kissable face. Deep, swimming pool dimples and tousled hair heightened his attraction. She was the only one who possessed all the things he craved for in a woman. Justin closed his eyes, satisfied, clenching his jaw, looking at her intermittently, her titties swelling and bouncing during the ride, seemingly never ending. Looking down at his shiny dark dick, holding on to his release, he grit his teeth and encouraged her feminine prowess. “Take it Bev, it’s yours baby,” he said, watching her bounce up and down, craving to have his hands in her hair. Beverly began to pick up speed. Her shapely thighs tightened and maintained strength as a hint of euphoria overwhelmed her. Beverly looked down at Thunder’s hardness and licked her lips. Justin met her eye to eye, gazing, closing his eyes this time. She slowed down, then stopped, wrapping her perspired arms around his neck, kissing the base, placing the tip of her tongue in his ear, their bodies pulsating in unity. Justin immediately reciprocated with a soft kiss, enjoying the suspended moment. Whispering softly, gentle fingers strummed his back as Beverly tried to catch her breath, reaching for the hand towel. She paused to dab her brow and wiped Thunder down. Beverly’s lips smacked with the thought of her mouth on his sculpted dick, accented with sweet, warm yams. “I can cook you know...,” Beverly teased, using a spoon to decorate Thunder’s head. Justin watched her plan come to life, the teaspoon making its way around Thunder’s head. He placed his hands on the floor and watched with fiery eyes as Beverly’s mouth opened to explore the thick blow pop. “Mmm..., you and yams,” she whispered, watching Justin’s head tilt back. Beverly piled her hair to the side. She cupped Thunder’s head as he caressed her face. Beverly’s mouth remained at the head. She licked it round and round, desiring his moans, delighting in his hands on her swollen breasts. Justin pushed his hips up, allowing her mouth to engulf him half way while Beverly sucked his dick with pressure from her tongue and jaw, inching down, swallowing in between. Justin encouraged her pace. “Work it Bev, work it…” His hand rode up the nape of Beverly’s neck, softly grabbing her hair, encouraging her head bob, enjoying her attention and the soft, silky feel of her hair. Desirous to bust a nut, Justin held back and maintained his excitement. Clueless to his growing desires, Beverly continued to vigorously suck Thunder as she slid her thumbs into Justin’s balls, massaging them in rhythmic circles. He smiled at her musings and stroked her face. Beverly swallowed the remnants in her mouth and smiled. “What?” she asked, holding her head to the side. Justin stood up, scooped Beverly off her feet and carried her to the strewn bed. He placed her on top of him. They nestled against each other as Justin carved his name in script across her back. A musical moment of rustling curtains enhanced the scene as Justin whispered three simple words. “I love you.” Her eyes flushed over with happiness. “I love you too.” He mounted her as Thunder found his way between her legs. Justin entered her slow and steady, making love to his lady, locking his fists into the firm mattress... ten minutes passed. Bracing his arms, his biceps rippled into rocks, building momentum..., twenty minutes. Beverly broke her silence, crying out, grabbing her titties, squeezing them, feeling him grow thicker just by her mini show of pouty lips, urging him, “Don’t stop.” Kissing her neck, diving deeper, banging her cervix, a marathon high, watching her face dance with delighted eyes. Maintaining his pace..., forty minutes, sweat meshing into the damp sheets, their bodies reached a peak. Beverly cried again, a deep rush inside coating Thunder, swelling him to maximum engorgement. Her nails dove into Justin’s back, his dick reaching impenetrable heights. She felt his upper arms flex and harden. Justin exploded, a burst of air leaving him, humping her, releasing his seeds, finally collapsing on Beverly like Superman’s introduction to kryptonite. She kissed his sweaty neck, panting with weary affection. “That was so good baby.” Blinking twice, he remained silent, listening to her carry on. “Let’s be late all the time.”
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