Chapter 18. Ivy’s first head
Nothing beats feeling the cold breeze on your bare skin, the hot waves from the fire near you, and the warmth from a busty woman, melting all over you, although you're young to be her son
Just thinking about it fills me up with desire!
Looking back, Ivy and l had only been having sex like rabbits—one ear always perked for any sudden disturbances, the other tuned in to the sweet sounds of each other's moans. But today was different.
There was nothing to fear and no one to interfere with our thing.
We took our time, exploring each other's bodies without a rush. No words were spoken—only the language of our lips, locked in an endless, sensual kiss. Our tongues mingled as we shared our saliva. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, caressing each and every part with love and passion. It might sound weird, but I'd never enjoyed a woman's company as much as l was enjoying being with Ivy right now. Even in my old life, l never reached such high levels of ecstasy with my wife.
Maybe it's because l had gained more confidence in myself than ever.
We kept kissing with Ivy, ignoring the monsters that were growling nearby in the bushes. We made sure to give them a good show to watch.
I tossed my leg over her thicc thighs and climbed on top of her. She instinctively folded her legs, allowing me to fully get in between her thighs that were like the gates of paradise, just waiting for me to open them up and dive into endless erotic pools of euphoria
I pulled off from the kiss, leaving my lips lingering just a few inches from hers and glanced into her beautiful face. She slightly opened her eyes that looked wet and full of lust and glanced at me.