An Honest Lair ( w/ Jamaican dialect)

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An Honest Lair ( w/ Jamaican dialect)A thirty something year old woman should have enough confidence and life experience to not only be herself but know what she is about regardless of the heat lusting after her, which is exactly what I am. I am realistic when I find myself in any kind of relationship, men don’t tell their woman if and when they are giving bunn, so at times I might just end up doing my thing and know how things would be if the shoe was on the other foot like it is most times; fair is fair. Three years ago for about a year I was in a relationship with a nice guy, but like all relationship this one had its problems, but more than anything else I kept feeling as though I was more devoted to him than he cared to acknowledge. I knew could not explain this to this guy and have him understand enough to make me feel otherwise, he was not a man of fine details. He was someone who was calm, not fussy or excitable, focused on work and someone I could have a real conversation with. I could not really identify exactly why I felt unappreciated but it was a feeling I couldn’t shake, the feeling as though I would be trapped in this relationship down the line, well-off but lacking a rich and fun relationship. I carefully brought my concern to him a few times but he never seem to do anything in regards to it, perhaps he got distracted or something. I eventually decided to take matters into my own hands and jokingly brought it up to him during one of our jovial conversations that that ‘Joe’ was gonna eat off his food if he doesn’t start focusing on his woman more. Of course, we laughed and he played it cool thinking I was only fooling around, he mentioned my somewhat fixation on oral sex and that ‘Joe’ could only eat me away from him. We enjoyed this back and forth so much I found it exciting; we were having visceral fun talking about ourselves and in a manner that was canlı bahis kinky, like him saying he would have to watch as ‘Joe’ did it so he could learn how to “nyam weh a man ooman”. You can see how this kinda fun n’ games would get a woman grinning. Over another few months I continued making passing remarks on the matter, however I continued to receive the same somewhat dismissive response, granted I was not getting frustrated or hateful, just continued to be wanting. It was on a random night while we were in bed watching random programming that ‘Joe’ revisited our relationship. My head rested across his chest while he sat laid with pillows supporting his back. Perhaps it was something I saw or heard on the TV but I abruptly felt playfully devious and started rubbing his cock through his shorts. I did not turn to see his face or did I hear him make any sound so I continued fooling around kissing his bare chest. I knew he was not sleeping as he continued flipping through channels, now I felt like I was being dismissed, this lead me to creep my lips down his stomach as I groped his cock more firmly. Naturally, like a man, his cock surely caught wind of something excited and rose to my attention even if he himself wasn’t willing. I rifled through his pants with precision and released his now firmly erected cock boldly staring me in down.With my hard firmly wrapped around it and my face resting within an outstretched tongue’s reach I chuckled as I remembered ‘Joe’. My lips began slipping along his now throbbing shaft and my tongue painting it in saliva. As I slowly capture the head between my lips I noticed the TV stations had stopped changing, I now had his attention fully. His hands caressed my head and swam through my hair moving it away from my face, I could now hear him begin to moan as my hands massaged his balls. I continued sucking and building up an ample supply bahis siteleri of saliva to lubricate it sliding down the back of my throat. It is safe to say that by this point my pussy was following suit and found itself generously wet as well, my heart begun to race as I muffle my words while turning my head to face him, still with his cock in my mouth. He intently stared at me with passion on his lips, I could tell he was very much excited. My head rose from his cock with my saliva still connecting the two while I lustfully looked him in the eyes and said “Tonight yuh go have to eat dis pussy back from Joe”. I don’t know if he simply thought what I said was funny or he thought I was joking but again he chuckled, laughing at me.I got slightly irritated in a possessive manner that he found it funny, so I let go of him got out of bed and stripped all my clothes. I maintained eye contact with him as I removed my clothes before mounting his cock, my hands securely grasped his neck as my hips began sliding down onto his cock. His relaxed demeanor quickly evaporated as he noticed the strict lust painted on my face. My hips began moving with more force and determination, “Joe still deep inna mi belly baby” I feverishly moaned. The sheer pain and pleasure of his resilient member I continued to impale myself with forced my body to collapse atop his but not enough to stop my hips from grinding slowly. My head rested next to his, as my breathing grew faster his arms coiled around my waist. He assumed control and rolled us into opposing position with his body now on top of mine; with this a surge of sexual pleasure surged along my body as he sunk his cock so deep I could feel the blood throbbing through the veins. I gasped, could not catch a breath, his hands confis**ted mine and held them above my head pinning me down. “Baby yes, fuck! A desso Joe did deh” I groaned. This güvenilir bahis flung him into a frenzy of kisses and deep thrusts, I could feel myself slipping. The sound of my pussy juice squishing to the thrusting of his cock silhouetted our groans and moans. He still hasn’t said a single word, he just continued tormenting my pussy with his overwhelming lust. I lost myself the deeper and harder his cock found itself, but finally he removed his cock and slapped my clit with it, my body curled and shivered violently as I anticipated just a few slaps but he just continued slapping it until I came a little. “Baby please!! Please!” I desperately requested, what I was requesting I had no idea, was it for him to put it back in? Or stop spanking my clit? Or to just stop teasing my body? Or maybe what I wanted in the first place, to have him truly make me his; mind, body and soul. His eyes continued to peer into mine, as he slowly slide is pussy covered cock back into me. His eyes just continued doing things to me, it was the way I wanted him to look at me outside this moment and the fact that he continued to do it without looking anywhere else just drove me crazy. I struggled trying to free my hands as the pleasure pin-balling between my hips desired freedom, I have never moaned, screamed anything so loud no sound came from my mouth but a high pitch whine. My pussy gripped his cock on its way out of me, squeezing the life out of it as I cum harder than I cared to remember. I was finally able to let out a loud moan as I depleted my lungs; yes, I almost lost consciousness, I felt a warm substance falling along my stomach, between my breasts and hitting me on the nose. He unloaded his liquid fire along my body while I was a bit out of it, I knew this because of the familiar taste of his cum on my lips. I felt his breath kissing my cheeks as his voice calmly whispered “Mi no think mi need fi badda seh nuthin to Joe after tonight”. That was all I remembered happening before I woke the next day laid out across the bed, it’s safe to say Joe could not find himself behind my man’s front door again.

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