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snowylinenlandThis weekend saw: Sex Friday night. Sex Saturday morning. Sex Saturday night. Sex Sunday morning.
Sex Saturday night: Out on the terrace, set among trees, in the middle of nowhere. By candlelight and outdoor wood stove, the barbecue fading (our stomachs full, on our umpteenth local beers). Penetration initially through a hole slowly ripping its way in the crotch of my jeans, now bigger. On a lawnchair. Moving eventually to delicious oral sex for both of us (switching chairs to be further away from the fire--it was too hot), and then eventually deciding to move upstairs to the bed, for more slippery slick grappling, bodies stuck like lubricated magnets.
Fucking hot, all of it. Hickeys on my thighs. Bruises on my shoulders. My nipples are sore, both of them, from so much biting and pinching, groping and sucking.
Sex Saturday night: Out on the terrace, set among trees, in the middle of nowhere. By candlelight and outdoor wood stove, the barbecue fading (our stomachs full, on our umpteenth local beers). Penetration initially through a hole slowly ripping its way in the crotch of my jeans, now bigger. On a lawnchair. Moving eventually to delicious oral sex for both of us (switching chairs to be further away from the fire--it was too hot), and then eventually deciding to move upstairs to the bed, for more slippery slick grappling, bodies stuck like lubricated magnets.
Fucking hot, all of it. Hickeys on my thighs. Bruises on my shoulders. My nipples are sore, both of them, from so much biting and pinching, groping and sucking.
