By MLNPstar Doris_Dawn.
This is an experimental sex tape from 2009 when our old camera was still new. We were so unprepared – for the photographic artistry – that we kept our socks on the whole time. It was late November, early in the morning, immediately after the kids had left the house. When I turned the key in the gate, it was like we were ushered into our own private world! As we often did, we rushed to the bedroom and filled any silence with our lovemaking noises.
If you have never truly had an orgasm out loud, I can’t recommend it enough! Pleasure is tripled when coming back in hollering echoes.
Did the neighbor hear how the air turned into music? In spite of his hearing aids? Or probably because of them? I could hear him sweeping the sidewalk near our window and trimming the hedge along the fence as I began to quiver under Don’s tongue.
Not sure if I have told you about the lingual skills of hubby. This film stands as a living testimony, visible and audible, to the profound titillation that I obtain from his tongue.
We moved from sixty-nine to a classic pounding – which I had to bravely endure more than I’d wished to because it helps him stay nice and hard (well-lubricated friction is great up to a point).
2009 was the year of my menopause. It took away the scare of unwanted pregnancy but also brought with it a host of new uncertainties and discomforts – some imagined, some real.
The sting of his beard on my labia, became extrapolated to fantastic dimensions by my mind. The rhythm of his gentle dick, was augmented to clobbering proportions by the menopausal imagination of mine. (I think that the surgical artwork I endured after the birth of my children makes the case for why I’m not a fan of prolonged pounding).
As you can see, I was delighted when it came time for me to give him some head (from down under), kissing his prostate (he thinks that I’m kissing his ass) and drinking his hot and sticky stream of white healthy nutrients.
A foolish but sound #realworldsex amateurish tape of ours. Spoken in my mother’s tongue and diligently translated to English in subtitles. Wondering if the vocals are indeed adding to the cheerfulness of a lovemaking film. Oh men, wondering not about you, as I know your answers already. But, dear sisters, how about us putting everything on display, and on loudspeakers? Not just the images of our intimate moments, yet also the music of our exaltation…
Oh my, what a menopausal year that was!