He stood in the darkness at the window, watching.
The light silhouetted the woman as she stretched and then pulled off
her top. She ran her hands over her breasts for a moment, the angle
of the light accenting their fullness.
He began to stroke himself, licking his lips in anticipation.
Slowly she pushed her slacks down, bending to finish removing them
before her shadow moved out of view. It came back moments later. She
had something in one hand. With her other hand she released her long
hair from it bindings.
He watched as her hair flowed down, covering her shoulders.
Lifting one foot onto the shadow chair she began to brush her hair,
throwing an enticing outline of her long, lithe body on the curtain
that covered her window.
He hardened even more, imagining. Then he growled.
The shadow of a male appeared behind the woman. The man reached out,
taking the brush from her, tossing it away. Then his arms went around
her, hands cupping her breasts.
Who was this interloper that was intruding on his fantasies?
The woman's form turned, pressing against the man as they kissed. The
man's hands slid down her back to grasp her marvelously rounded ass.
He began stroking himself again, so hard he ached.
Soon the man pulled away from the woman. The shadow of his fingers
traced the over her lips. Then the man knelt in front of her.
He knew what the man was doing. He imagined her taste.
The woman's hands grasped the man's head as she arched back, her hips
moving in obvious rhythm to the strokes of his tongue. After a small
eternity the man leaned back looking up at her.
"Don't stop," he whispered, watching the silhouettes, his hand
pumping his engorged shaft.
The shadow of the man stood, his erection obvious. The woman grasped
it with one hand, using the other one to cup his balls for a moment.
Then she sank to her knees, taking the man into her mouth.
His hand moved faster. He groaned as he watched the shadows, wanting
it to be him that she was sucking.
The woman stopped, looking up at the man. He bent, helping her to
stand before turning the chair so that she could grasp the back. The
outline of his hands stroked her buttocks before he moved away, out
of view. He returned seconds later, rubbing his thick shaft. Then the
man placed one hand on her hip, holding himself with the other one.
He watched, biting hard on his lower lip to keep from coming then and
there.
The woman's shadow bent forward to accept the man's erection. It slid
slowly into her waiting ass until their two silhouettes became one.
The man's hands slid around her and she took one, guiding the
extended fingers inside her.
He groaned, aching with need, pumping himself in time to their moving
shadows.
The coupled man and woman rode each other in silhouette until their
orgasms hit and they arched against each other, mouths open in primal
screams of pleasure.
He joined them, shouting out his release.
The light silhouetted the woman as she stretched and then pulled off
her top. She ran her hands over her breasts for a moment, the angle
of the light accenting their fullness.
He began to stroke himself, licking his lips in anticipation.
Slowly she pushed her slacks down, bending to finish removing them
before her shadow moved out of view. It came back moments later. She
had something in one hand. With her other hand she released her long
hair from it bindings.
He watched as her hair flowed down, covering her shoulders.
Lifting one foot onto the shadow chair she began to brush her hair,
throwing an enticing outline of her long, lithe body on the curtain
that covered her window.
He hardened even more, imagining. Then he growled.
The shadow of a male appeared behind the woman. The man reached out,
taking the brush from her, tossing it away. Then his arms went around
her, hands cupping her breasts.
Who was this interloper that was intruding on his fantasies?
The woman's form turned, pressing against the man as they kissed. The
man's hands slid down her back to grasp her marvelously rounded ass.
He began stroking himself again, so hard he ached.
Soon the man pulled away from the woman. The shadow of his fingers
traced the over her lips. Then the man knelt in front of her.
He knew what the man was doing. He imagined her taste.
The woman's hands grasped the man's head as she arched back, her hips
moving in obvious rhythm to the strokes of his tongue. After a small
eternity the man leaned back looking up at her.
"Don't stop," he whispered, watching the silhouettes, his hand
pumping his engorged shaft.
The shadow of the man stood, his erection obvious. The woman grasped
it with one hand, using the other one to cup his balls for a moment.
Then she sank to her knees, taking the man into her mouth.
His hand moved faster. He groaned as he watched the shadows, wanting
it to be him that she was sucking.
The woman stopped, looking up at the man. He bent, helping her to
stand before turning the chair so that she could grasp the back. The
outline of his hands stroked her buttocks before he moved away, out
of view. He returned seconds later, rubbing his thick shaft. Then the
man placed one hand on her hip, holding himself with the other one.
He watched, biting hard on his lower lip to keep from coming then and
there.
The woman's shadow bent forward to accept the man's erection. It slid
slowly into her waiting ass until their two silhouettes became one.
The man's hands slid around her and she took one, guiding the
extended fingers inside her.
He groaned, aching with need, pumping himself in time to their moving
shadows.
The coupled man and woman rode each other in silhouette until their
orgasms hit and they arched against each other, mouths open in primal
screams of pleasure.
He joined them, shouting out his release.
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