That Sunday Morning: My First Wild Proposal and Forbidden Anal Tease
Sunday morning. My kitchen. Laure still sleeps. I’m in boxers, mind wandering as I tidy up. Heart races thinking of her leaving soon. Three months apart. But I bought a ring yesterday. Marriage idea hits hard. Nervous sweat. What if she says no? Coffee brews. I laugh alone, imagining her shock.
She sneaks up. My shirt on her, unbuttoned. Breasts free, nipples perky in the chill. Belly soft, that trimmed bush peeking. Pulse quickens. She hugs me, kisses. My hand slides under, fingers tease nipples hardening fast. She pushes away playfully. ‘Obsessed!’ But her eyes burn.
The Approach: Nerves and No Turning Back
Breakfast. I grope under the table. She laughs, ‘Horny morning pussy!’ Then pulls me to knees. Legs spread wide. ‘Eat me.’ Tongue dives in. She’s wet already. Tastes salty-sweet. She bucks, cums hard, spilling coffee. Heart hammers. This girl’s unleashing.
At Clara’s for lunch. Flowers in hand. Tension builds. We chat, drink. I stand. ‘Clara, I ask for Laure’s hand.’ Shock freezes them. Laure pale, teary. Clara jokes, then pushes. Laure sobs yes, jumps into arms. Ring on finger. Kisses deep. Stomach flips. First real commitment rush.
Champagne sprays. They strip tops, bras sheer. Nipples poke. Laure presses my hand to her tit. Clara watches, breathing heavy. We bolt to bedroom. Door barely shut.
Laure on all fours. Dress hiked, ass up. String aside. I aim, slip to her tight rosebud. First time urge hits. Heart pounds wild. ‘Try it!’ she gasps. Push. So tight. She yelps, laughs, fingers herself wetter. ‘Finger it!’ But no go. Switch to pussy. Slam in doggy. Flop-flop skin slaps. She grinds back, balls cupped. Cums screaming into pillow.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Explosions
Flips, sucks me deep. ‘Cum in mouth!’ Gags, swallows, face messy. We pant. ‘Next time, my ass fully,’ she whispers. Innocence shattered. New doors open.
Back out. Clara flushed, bed wrecked. Airport drop. Laure whispers, ‘Be nice to Clara. But not too.’ She boards. Gut twists.
Clara clings. ‘Stay tonight?’ Drive home, her hand guides mine up skirt. Stockings slick. Tension coils. Dinner, wine flows. She unbuttons robe. Sheer white bra, panties, garters. Cock throbs. We tease, no touch.
Bed. Lingerie on. Hands roam edges. Nipples free, her grip teases shaft then pulls back. Breath ragged. Who breaks first? She spreads, fingers clit. Pulls me in for kiss. Cums alone, howling. Milks me onto tits. Sticky mess. Hearts sync in afterglow.
Morning. She leaves for trips. ‘Meet my sister-in-law later?’ Tease lingers. That Sunday broke barriers. No innocence left—just raw hunger forever etched.
