The Birthday Surprise–1
The Birthday Surprise – 1
Ann's lips wrapped around Vincent's throbbing c**k, her tongue swirling along the underside as she bobbed her head slowly, savouring the salty taste of his skin.
She positioned herself above him on the bed, her knees framing his shoulders while her p***y hovered just over his mouth.
Vincent's hands gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her down until his tongue delved into her slick folds, lapping at her entrance with hungry strokes.
The room filled with the wet sounds of their mutual devouring, Ann's moans vibrating around his shaft as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length.
Vincent groaned into her p***y, the vibration sending shivers up her spine.
‘God, she tastes so f*****g good tonight’, he thought, his mind hazy with lust as he flicked his tongue over her c**t, feeling it swell under his attention.
Ann's hips rocked instinctively, grinding against his face, her fingers digging into the sheets beside his thighs for leverage.
She pulled off his c**k with a pop, gasping as a fresh wave of pleasure built in her core.
“f**k, Vin, right there— don't stop,” she murmured, her voice breathy and urgent.
Before she dived back down to suck him harder, her cheeks hollowed with the effort.
He obliged, sealing his lips around her c**t and sucking gently while thrusting his tongue inside her, tasting her arousal as it dripped onto his chin.
Ann's body tensed, her thighs quivering around his head.
‘He's got me so close already’, she realised, the thought fueling her rhythm on his c**k, her hand stroking the base in tight twists.
The dual sensations overwhelmed her — his mouth devouring her p***y while she worshipped his d**k, the intimacy of the 69 position making her feel exposed and cherished all at once.
Fear of losing this spark in their marriage flickered briefly in her mind, but she pushed it away, focusing on the heat coiling tighter.
Vincent's c**k twitched in her mouth, his pre-c*m leaking onto her tongue, but he held back, wanting to feel her shatter first.
He slipped two fingers into her wetness, curling them upward to hit that sensitive spot, pumping them in time with his tongue's assault on her c**t.
Ann's cries grew muffled around him, her body arching as the orgasm ripped through her. She came hard, her p***y clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth and face in hot spurts.
“Oh s**t… Vin!” she wailed, pulling off to gasp for air, her hips bucking wildly against him as waves of ecstasy left her trembling.
He lapped at her through the aftershocks, swallowing her essence with a satisfied hum, his face glistening with her release.
‘That's my girl’, Vincent thought proudly, his own arousal throbbing painfully now.
Ann collapsed forward for a moment, catching her breath, her heart pounding with a mix of bliss and affection.
She loved these spontaneous nights, reminders that their connection hadn't faded completely amid the daily grind.
Shifting her weight, Ann turned around and straddled his hips, her soaked p***y brushing against his c**k.
She reached down, guiding the head to her entrance, and sank onto him slowly, inch by inch, until he filled her completely.
“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips as she began to roll her hips.
Vincent's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, his thrusts meeting her downward motions with a steady rhythm.
They moved together like that, Ann riding him with increasing fervour, her breasts bouncing as she ground her c**t against his pelvis.
Vincent watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, and felt a surge of love mixed with the nagging worry that their routine life would dull this passion.
‘I need to shake things up’, he mused silently, even as he gripped her ass to help her bounce faster.
“Harder, baby f**k me like you mean it,” he urged, his voice rough with need, bucking up to drive deeper.
Ann obliged, picking up the pace, her p***y clenching around his c**k with each descent. Sweat beaded on their skin, the bed creaking under them as their bodies slapped together.
She leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs for better leverage, riding him with abandon. The friction built quickly, her earlier orgasm sensitising her, making every stroke electric.
Vincent's breath came in ragged pants, his fingers digging into her hips.
‘She's so tight, so perfect’, he thought, the sight of her taking control pushing him toward the edge.
“I'm close —come with me,” Ann panted, her movements were frantic now, chasing that shared peak.
Vincent nodded, thrusting up harder, his balls tightening as her walls fluttered around him.
They crested together, Ann's cry echoing as her p***y spasmed, milking his c**k while he erupted inside her, hot spurts filling her depths.
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them gasping, bodies slick and spent.
“That was incredible,” she murmured against his neck, planting soft kisses there, a warm glow of contentment settling over her.
Vincent held her close, stroking her hair, but as she eventually slid off him and padded toward the bathroom, he felt that familiar restlessness stir.
Ann disappeared behind the door, the sound of running water soon following as she washed up, humming softly to herself.
Alone in the bed, Vincent reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up his face in the dim room.
He opened a discreet app, scrolling through profiles of men with chiselled jaws, broad shoulders, and anonymous faces that promised discretion and skill.
His thumb paused on one: tall, muscular, reviews glowing about 'unforgettable experiences.'
Ann's birthday was just days away, and this felt right and a bold way to shatter their predictable routine and reignite the fire that had dimmed under fights and work stress.
He pictured her waking to a stranger's mouth on her p***y, her shock turning to ecstasy, his own c**k hardening at the voyeuristic thrill.
‘She deserves this surprise’, he thought.
His heart was racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. With a steadying breath, he tapped to message, wiring the payment swiftly.
The plan was that the man would slip in at dawn, cuff her wrists to the bedposts while she slept, then bury his tongue between her thighs.
Vincent would hide in the closet, stroking himself to her moans, emerging only at the end to reveal it all.
As the transaction confirmed, he set the phone down, a secretive smile tugging at his lips.
