Morning Coffee

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Sunday morning. She loved Sundays. It was her favorite day of the week. Time for coffee she thought, puttering about the house in her comfy but almost tattered pink robe that had a small hole in one pocket, and the terrycloth looked worn out and matted, much like a teddy bear that had seen one too many days in a child’s life. She opened the front door and picked up the Sunday paper that was thrown near the front walkway. Of course the plastic was wet, since it seemed the delivery kid always missed the mark and tossed it directly in the damp lawn covered in morning dew. Yuck she thought, picking it up gingerly, removing the clear plastic and balling it up in her hand, before entering the house so the water wouldn’t drip and leave a knowing trail on the hardwood floors. Laying the paper out on the kitchen table, padding over to the counter, she opened the coffee maker and dumped yesterday’s coffee grounds and the balled-up plastic bag in the garbage. Note to self, add coffee filters, as almanbahis she grabbed a pen to write it on the shopping list stuck on the fridge under a magnet, since she was using the next to last one out of the box stashed in the cabinet above. Adding water, hearing the first gurgle of the machine as its heating up, then the Ahhhh moment when coffee streams into the glass pot and aroma fills the kitchen. She reached for her favorite mug, with the phrase, Mornings Are a Bitch and So am I, setting it down it near the coffeemaker, when all of a sudden she felt hands around her waist, untying her sash. The robe fell off her body and pooled at her feet. He pushed her forward using the heel of his palm right between her shoulder blades, bending her over the countertop with tremendous force, pressing her face sideways flat to the granite countertop. Her arms flailed, knocking her mug to the ground smashing it into tiny porcelain pieces when it hit the tiled floor. Damn!, irritation flashed in almanbahis yeni giriş her mind, but was almost instantly replaced with primal lust. “Mornin Cunt”, he said in his deep, but raspy, I just woke up, voice. He drove his knee between her legs, nudging her to take heed, move her feet, and spread her legs apart for him. Taking his two fingers he glided them smoothly down the center of her spine, along the crease of her ass and between her legs, feeling her drenched cunt with juices already flowing down her inner thighs, parting her sweet pussy lips, then plunging them deep inside. She gasped! It sucked the breath right out of her, no warning, nor tender kisses shared. He didn’t even rub her clit or care if she was even wet or not. Not that the latter mattered much since he knew her body and she knew she was immediately in a state of arousal. Fuck, it was like he was Pavlov and she was the bitch panting whenever she heard his voice or felt his presence. Shit, he could be almanbahis giriş outside tending to his rose bushes, and she inside the house and if he even called her name to ask her to bring him a beer, she’d be wet. It always amazed her, the power and domination he had over her physical and mental being. She tried to lift her head and her breasts up from the countertop; he yanked her hair with his left hand while his right was pumping her pussy, pulling it very taut to the opposite side of her exposed face, slamming her cheek back down. Leaning over, he barked in her ear not to do that again. He gave her hair that was in his fist, one more hard tug, she yelped, looked at him and slowly nodded that she understood. The countertop was smooth as glass, cool to touch, but a hard, unforgiving surface to have one side of her face planted on. Her arms were outstretched, her right hand gripping the granite edge around the sink. As he continued his attentions to finger-fucking her cunt, she could feel the vibrations begin within. Building slowly, feeling the crest but still out of reach. She let out a soft moan and tried to entice him to fucking her with his hard cock by lifting her ass more and trying to grind into him.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32