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HNT: Dhanurasana

When he arrived after a six hour journey, I was lying on the bed working on my laptop but more suitably attired for a far more relaxing pastime.

He took a few moments to admire the view, as I lay there on my belly with my knees bent and calves waggling about in pleasure at his presence. Then he took a few photos… before taking advantage.

He laughs because he always has so many plans in his head about how it’s going to happen after weeks apart and yet, the reality is always very different… and far more speedy.

This time, he parted my knees, pushed aside the protective scrap of lace and pressed his face into my exposed butt cheeks… before working his mouth downwards in the valley between those two pert hillocks, seeking out the sweetest spot with his tongue.

A few minutes later, the tip of his penis was pressing its head against that same orifice.

With its urgency pushing against me, demanding entry and fortifying my own arousal, it wasn’t long before I had encased him inside me.

Standing at the end of the bed, his palms cupped my knee caps and pushed them higher as I reached back to grasp my feet with my hands.

Dhanurasana – the bow pose. It just seemed like an automatic reaction.

And so convenient, because it allowed him to hook the interfering thong over the nearest heel to facilitate full access to the job in hand.

Clinging on to my own ankles and lifting my upper body into the full bow posture, I spread my knees wider and opened myself up, feeling every inch of him as he pounded into me until the obligatory opening orgasm had been achieved… followed by several more until I was gasping and spent.

When I finally had the energy to turn my head and enough cognitive power to assimilate images again, he was grinning in that way he does when he has accomplished what he set out to do.

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