You are working you mouth lower. You drink him. You begin to kiss his face his neck, his chest. He is playing with your clit as you bob you head on his dick. His business has flourished in the past six months. You want to suck on him for awhile. You feel him stir. It jumps upon your touches. He rolls and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. You kiss him deeply. It’s hitting against you so well. The soft ever present irregular tap, tap…tap of the wet snow on the windows, the small, from time to time crackle from the hearth, and the sound of his breathing, regular, quiet, comforting right next to you in the overdown bed. His cock is now seeping, his wetness and yours are commingled. Still his mouth never leaves your sex. His hand on your butt pull you tighter to him as his other hand kneads your breast. Tony had made the fire and you the mugs of tea, it had not taken long for the cabin to warm
