Cindy and Clyde; Sex Scene =]

Clyde wrapped his thick muscular arms around Cindy in front of the television. He moved in closer towards, aiming for her neck; hot breath in a tender spot. Her mouth shot open from the sharp single he made down her spine. He pulled her in closer in one slick motion. His other arm took hold of her long naked leg and helped her wrap it around his own waist.

Cindy’s arms took a firm grip to the root of his hair, which excited him more. His lips made no hesitation to form around the base of her neck. His hand placed on the small of her back, gently leaned her down, laying her on the couch. Clyde took control. Cindy’s heavy and uneven breathing became more uncontrollable by the time he finally reached her mouth for breath support.

Cindy has more control when it came to the mouth, along with others. He helped him move his lips in the unpracticed synchronized motions. In between breaks, she traced her tongue along the frame of his voluptuous lips; he worked his hands around Cindy, unnoticeably working both their clothes off.

Soon enough, all that was worn was a Victoria’s Secret set and boxers. The TV suddenly turned flipped off as Clyde rolled himself on the remote, lips still connected, up out of the couch and into the bedroom. Nothing about this was rushed. Cindy managed to remove the rest of the garments. Her legs were gracefully shaped from the front to the back of Clyde’s lower body. Clyde dropped Cindy, bouncing her on the bed, but steadied her quickly. Slow thrusting movements were made by Clyde.

She threw her head back in thunderous pain as he repeatedly shoved himself into her. Although she has not reached her high peak of an orgasm, her voice only made him pulse more, accelerating her heartbeats.

She sang into the air.

He gave a sinister smile, grabbed her by her wrists, and pinned then unto the bed. Her chest violently moved up and down from her hot heavy breathing. Clyde stopped then kissed hard from the bottom sensitive spot of her stomach, up and around to the top of her chest. She, still pinned, looked in amazement, hoping he wouldn’t

stop at her chest. He did.

Angry, Cindy wrapped her legs around the small of his back, pushing him forward, but fell short. His face took full embrace onto her chest with grace.

“Clyde, don’t…” He listened, he continued.

Her voice yelled higher in pitch between every movement he made into her. Her bruising hands finally gave way out of his prison and brought him closer by the neck. Surprised, Clyde fell where she was needed the most, her mouth. Her tongue traveled deep and slithered in and around his mouth. During the process, she successfully rotated their bodied around; she was on top.

Still connected by the mouth, she savored every moment until her lungs could not withstand. She eventually released herself from the lock of his lips, and sat up straight on top, latched. She smoothly massaged up and down on his chest with her hands, leaning forward in a tease. Her hips circled in pleasure; a woman’s way of a thrust.

Cindy leaned forwards, gliding her tongue from the bottom of his stomach to the base of his throat. Clyde held his hands at her hips, helping her deepen her “thrusts” into him. Cindy’s full lips pressed against Clyde’s forehead. His breath no longer misted against her pale skin, he’s forgotten how to breathe. Cindy looked deep into his eyes.

Her eyes twisted and at that moment, she pounded into him, shocking consciousness into him. He began breathing, but she wasn’t done. She pressed her mouth against his chest. In a moment, when she bit down into his skin, she hit again. Sucking in deeply, she pounded again a third time.

This time, Clyde has had enough.

Clyde wrapped his arms around her upper body, holding her close. Things began to slow. He brought her face back up with his two index fingers. He perked his lips out to touch hers. Her arms suddenly felt heavy and folded at his sides. Both began humming to each other through each movement; like a conversation, they understood each other. Clyde hummed a deep warm tone, signaling her that he loved where her hands moved about. Cindy hummed an orgasmic stretch, carefully increasing volume, signaling him to give it his all.

Tongues flew between each other’s mouths. Cindy began tasting parts of his face that she hasn’t that one night. Her breathing began reaching its peak again, and he noticed. He cupped her face between his large hands, picked it up, and began sucking the side of her neck around to the crevice of her shoulder. He began maneuvering his way down. He let go of her face and she held herself up as he worked his way down. He reached and has touched every part of her down to the thick of her thighs with his moist lips. She continued with uncontrollable moans. He flipped her over, she fell weak against him. He began again what was previously started. Her moaning has finally reached its soprano apex by thrust seven. Mouth wide open, she felt satisfied.