The Spin Cycle

I walked in on you doing laundry. You can't hear me over the machines going. Kissing your neck and turning you around to place my desire upon those full lips.
I look down at your sexy body to see that you are wearing that shirt that I love "I love being chocolate girl" and smile to myself. So do I, so do I. Cupping your booty in both hands you protest my molesting you partially. I know better though.
Pulling your shirt up off over your head (LOL) I move my hands to cup your breasts in that sexy lace bra. Your nipples already responding as usual to my touch. Rubbing them through that lace you tell me to stop trying to push me away. I only push you up against the washing machine. Licking the nape of your neck as you push on my chest I let my hands find the buttons of your jeans. Unbuttoning those form fitting pants to release that wet kat that I know is pulsing for me.
You feel me hard and pressed against you your stop your protests and caress that chocolate goodness that you know you want. Reaching around you taking that bra off. Time to start those orgasms. Tongue flashes across each nipple bringing back sensations, desires, lust and memories that only increase the fire within you. My mouth gives you the blasts of my tongue's strong licks followed by gentle caresses of my lips engulfing each bundle of nerve endings. Those thick, hard, chocolate delights already making your body writhe with pure sexual beginning. Licking back and forth as you moan and let go those first orgasms. Keeping my licks strong and sure I keep you cummin.
Working those jeans down without breaking my attention to those nipples I feel you kick them off. Smiling I pull those panties away from that throbbing wetness between those thighs. Letting my hand caress that mound as I do. My finger glides across that hood. Feeling your excitement already extended towards me. Begging for my direct attention. Panties softly hit the floor. Your nice and naked just as I like.
Sitting you up on the dryer as I feel it vibrating against you. Quickly greeting your excitement with every once of passion that I have welled up inside of me. My mouth waters with the first taste of you. My mouth covered with your chocolate creamy goodness. Buried within it I long to engulf my whole body within you. Your essence invites me, teases me. Makes me crave an ever lasting moment of bliss with it. My tongue enters you. Simulating the chocolate rod that you have become accustom to enjoying. As it slides deep inside of you licking the walls, making your skin crawl, you grab my head to squeeze and grip so you know that it is not all some type of mind trip.
You drip all over the machine and me. I want to make this event extra freaky. So I pull you back off the machine as you look at me puzzled. I merely smile as I lay you half on and off the machine. One leg on the machine and one on the floor. You sound an objection as I lick your booty. My tongue caressing its hole. Licking you making you squirm only to say "Damn, you nasty." Your booty is ready as I slip a finger or two inside. Letting you bump and grind on it to your own rhythm and time.
I press you further down on the machine sliding in my hard chocolate thing. You gasp with the penetration. Still caught on my fingers sliding in you with pleasing sensations. Both holes filled you forget to notice that vibration against your clit as your orgasm is completely lit. Your body is racked with so many waves of pleasure you just want it to stop. My thrusts make you want to explode and you don't know what to do. All you can say is aaaaahhhhhhh. Keepign my strokes I can't help but be drawn into what you feel. My hardness has you completely filled. My throb grow with each passing stroke. It feels like my rod is engulfed in a silky like smoke.
I feel the big one coming. I know that this is the one that will take me to the end. As you grip the machine I pound harder and harder, over again. Your booty makign waves with each thrust in. Gripping your hips and waist. I don't want a drop to waste. You begin to squirt. I feel it running down my shaft with each blast. The hell with trying to last. You grip me, massage me till I can't take no more. Our juices puddling on the laundry room floor.
You scream. I grunt loudly as my stream explodes like a busted dam all inside of you. Our chocolate cream making a sexy milkshake of cream on both of us. My thrust slow as the waves finally slow. Still not wanting to leave that wet craving unseen. Damn this was good. Nothing like working some sexual tension off during the spin cycle.

from the chocolatezeus collection 2006