Fill My Empty Spaces

Part 1 - Foreplay

He kissed her and felt her tongue inside his mouth. Greedy, eager and hungry. Her soft tits pressed against his chest for a second. Their round, full shape, the soft skin and the rubbery, hard nipples. He ran his hands over them, squeezed them together and rubbed his thumbs over the pink nubs. She moaned and her voice was sending him over the edge when she mumbled dirty words by his ear. Her lips were shiny and wet, pouting above her tiny chin and he ran a finger along her jawline.

She licked her white front teeth and her pink tongue glittered. It looked soft as she opened her mouth and met his kiss. The quick look into his eyes before she closed hers was like a punch to his gut. He wondered if he'd ever get used to it or never feel anything when she looked into his eyes like that. Like she owned him, like she knew his every secret. The conquering gaze of 'I know what I want and how to get it and you're just a tool' and it made him feel like the luckiest man on the planet.

Michael moved his hands up from her wide hips to her narrow waist. Her skin was dry and smooth as he followed her shape down from her chest, to her waist again and her hips. The soft flesh. Full and round, her thighs, firm and irresistible. She was like a whole 4-course Italian dinner, every part of her tasted amazing, felt amazing, and made him want more. His hands move down her arched lower back, rested against her round ass and held it hard. Felt her muscles go tense as she moved and how the cheeks sort of grew in his grip.

Michael dug his fingers into the fold between ass and thigh. Gripping the delicate skin between her legs and forcing her to part her legs while he pressed two fingers against her pussy lips. The thong was damp and she breathed faster, prepared for the explosion when his middle finger would hit her clit. He pulled her tiny thong and let it dig into her hips while he moved his hands to get it off. She turned around and shoved her ass at him while he removed her underwear.
The thong snapped out of her crack and slipped down her soft thighs and landed on the floor.

He looked at her curvy, fit body from behind. Her long, light brown hair fell down her spine and covered the La Vie En Rose tattoo. His eyes rested on her hip tattoo and the perfect white butt cheeks with a slight remaining tan line from a bikini covering a little more than the thong she just dropped.

He grabbed her waist to feel her naked body against his, but she squirmed in his grip and leaned inside the shower to turn it on. He looked at her tits as she reached for the mixer. How could he not. The way they were sitting on her chest, how they suddenly looked bigger. She seemed pleased with the attention. She loved it when he looked at him. She loved when everyone looked at her.

With his hands resting on her body, she felt how he in turn became tense and she was small and compliant in his grip. He stroke her smooth, firm butt cheeks using his palms. The fingers dug into her skin and between her cheeks. Hard, greedily digging between her thighs until they found her pussy lips as she turned around. He let his fingers glide down, and immediately felt her slippery folds.

His thumb rubbed her butthole and two other fingers teased her hole. Grinding the entrance and softly against the clit. She leaned forward against the wall, the water hit her tanned back. Michael buried his face between her cheeks and used his tongue. Hard, circling movements around her holes with her heavy ass resting against his face for more. He licked both her holes, filled his mouth with her juices and let his saliva lubricate her.

Gaga gasped when his fingers roughly found their way inside her. Her mouth was open, the fine lines by her nose were visible and the cheekbones looked sharp above her sunken cheeks. He moved her hair away from her face and watched her pouting lips. She breathed faster and held on to the mixer with her wet ass thrusting towards him. He inserted his thumb inside her butt and licked the area between her holes. The sensational feeling of being left at someone else's command and him giving her this ultimate pleasure. Her thighs felt like they were made of jelly. She could barely stand up when he let her go and she realized that he would finally enter her.