An Arse To Die For

The days sped past, but every one always included a passionate and pulsating work-out with Dolita and her superb arse. I began to control myself better, of course, as our affair blossomed and soon I could go 20, 25, sometimes 30 minutes before the urge to shoot spunk became absolutely inevitable.

The last night we spent in my apartment. I'd cooked two superb steaks on the barbecue down by poolside and we'd polished off a bottle of Greg Norman red wine. Actually, it wasn't that bad!

"Now into the bedroom," smiled Dolita, after we'd stowed the dishes in the washer. "I'll be in in a minute with a surprise for you."

I kissed her on the mouth and entered the bedroom, stripped and lay back on the bed, fondling my hard-on. Then the door opened and my darling Dolita walked in. Oh whatta sight!

Her hair was gleaming, shimmering and shining down to her shoulders. Her lips were ruby red, glistening and so terrifically kissable.

Her full, firm breasts were encased in a black satin quarter-cup bra, the nipples rouged red in the light, erect and screaming "Suck, suck!"

At her hips was a matching black satin garter belt, which supported sheer black seamed stockings. Her shaved cock shaft stood out in super erection, the brown ball bag beneath bulging fulling of semen promise. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes.

Dolita approached the bed and climbed up, placing her knees alongside mine before leaning over and brushing her breasts against my erection. My cock felt the glorious globes pressing the inner sides of their spheres against its shaft.

Then, after a few minutes of giving me a slow tit-fuck, Dolita stood up on the bed, turned and presented me with a wonderful view of her arse. Then she knelt again and placed her buttocks against my face.

I grabbed her by the hips and held her in place while I kissed her cheeks, licked her anus and laved at her heavy balls. As I was doing this, I felt her sweet mouth surround my hard-on and take me down in a slow act of fellatio.