Showing him through to the living room she went to get some drinks from the kitchen, ‘is beer ok!’ she shouted ‘As long as its cold I don’t care’ came the reply. Taking their drinks in to the lounge she could see Greg was already making himself at home, with his loafers kicked off and his shirt collar undone Charlotte couldn’t help thinking how sexy he looked laid out on the couch.
Putting the bottles of bud on the table she sat on the edge of the sofa not knowing what to do next; she felt a quiver of excitement run down her body when he started to trace a finger up and down her back, cupping her neck in his hand he pulled her down on top of him and began to kiss her with all his strength, feeling the softness of her lips on his.
She responded immediately, tasting his mouth with her tongue; she could fell a wet patch growing in-between her legs and her pussy was almost itching where it needed some attention. Kissing her neck Greg opened her dressing gown and gave a loud wolf whistle ‘oh my god! You look fucking amazing stand up a sec so I can get a closer look’ charlotte stood up and let the silk gown slip to the floor, standing there in all her glory she actually felt like a real woman for the first time in her entire life, turning slowly so he could get a full view of front and back.
‘Would you like to go upstairs to the bedroom’ she purred holding an outstretched hand for him to take, leading him upstairs she could feel the wet gusset of her g-string rubbing on her honey-box only serving to make her even more slippery; from behind Greg got a good view of her perfect buttocks as they made their way up, he could see she was turned on by the slight shine on her inner thigh where some of her cunny juice had escaped, licking his lips he couldn’t wait to taste her.
Going into the bedroom and closing the door behind them Greg picked Charlotte up and threw her onto the bed ‘I’m going to fuck the ass off you girl so you best be ready for some Yankee beef’. Shivering with excitement she could feel the heat coming off her own body, taking her shoe off Greg began to gently kiss her silk covered toes working his way up slowly towards her soft inner thigh to where her skin was exposed.
Charlotte’s head was spinning; the sensations of his lips, soft and tentative with the lust-loaded nips from his teeth were too much to bear. Grabbing her by the hips Greg began to nuzzle at her lace-covered pussy, breathing in her sexiness; he could smell a mixture of perfume and her musk which drove him wild, pulling the sticky thin strip of lace to one side he slowly licked what juice had escaped clean from her crease.
Charlottes moans were quite audible by now, she had never experienced a tongue in her muff before and found it quite delicious, Greg seemed to know exactly where everything was, gently sucking at her engorged clit then pushing his tongue as far as it would go into her wet hole making her squirm even more.
She needed something inside her and ground down on Greg’s face as hard as she could, feeling this Greg slid a finger into her tight greasy channel and felt it grip him; pumping it rhythmically in an out of her until she could take another finger, he sucked on her bead and finger fucked her with two fat slick digits.
Charlotte could feel his fingers rubbing the walls of her vagina, sliding in and out of her now very open hole; his lips wrapped around her bud with his tongue gently flickering over it. All these sensations drove her over the edge, she felt herself orgasm like she had never done before with waves of pleasure crashing over her body, squirting her cum all over Greg’s face and fingers.
Not pulling away Greg continued to lick and suck at her super sensitive clitoris holding her tight so she couldn’t pull back; all she wanted to do was relax in post orgasmic bliss but he wouldn’t stop, her bud was on fire and she felt like her pussy would surly explode, suddenly she felt herself cumming again but this time it was like a thousand orgasm’s all at once; screaming the house down and not caring what the neighbours thought.
Greg stopped this time, probably more to do with the fact that he was drowning in her juice then a case of him wanting to; everything was fuzzy in Charlottes head, she felt like she could just curl up and go to sleep riding these little waves of pleasure that tickled her gently.
Slowly she began to open her eyes and there looking down on her was a shiny faced Greg with nothing but a smile and a good sized hard-on. Pulling him down to her she began to kiss him, tasting her own sweet juice on his lips as she probed his mouth with eagerness; she could feel the tip of his cock nudging at her soft folds trying to find its way into her slippery cleft. Spreading herself, Greg eased his solid prick into her honey-pot; the feel of her soft wet flesh gripping at his thick root was almost enough to make him shoot his load into her there and then, calming down a little and controlling his urge he pushed as much of his shaft into her as he could, grinding his Mon’s onto hers.
She could feel his balls tickling her arse as he stayed deep in her hole; all of a sudden he pulled back and began to thrust fast and hard fucking her with all his strength slapping his balls on her arse now.
Reaching down to rub her pearl as the hard meat slammed into her body she could feel another crisis beginning to build, her sex gripped tightly around Greg’s cock making it hard for him to control his own orgasm; it was all to much for Charlotte who was now rubbing her clit off almost, she felt herself peak and shudders racked her body as she climaxed.
Her tight pussy gripping and sucking at his prick sent Greg reeling with pleasure, grunting like a wild beast and shooting his hot white load into her heated passage, his cock twitching and pumping his seed deep into her pussy.
Looking at each other through sex-hazed eyes Greg kissed her gently on the lips; and there they fell asleep still together, still connected and entwined in each other’s arms.