The Balcony in Belgium

After a day exploring the city Hubs and I retired to our room to shower and change, ready to go out for dinner. I went out onto the balcony looking over the cityscape while I waited for him to finish. I’d slipped into a skirt and loose top, keeping my evening attire both slutty and comfortable. He walked out behind me slipping both arms around my waist pulling me in tight. I felt his breath in my ear and then a gentle bite of my neck when his left hand brushed up the front of my body, softly catching my now erect nipples coming to rest over the front of my throat. Another nibble and a gentle kiss as his right hand slipped from my waist to brush the front of my thigh then up the front of my skirt coming to rest over my lace panties. He declared how wet I already was while pulling the lace to the side and sliding 2 fingers into my juices then quickly away. Thrusting them into my mouth as he said “I want you to taste what I taste.” In and out, pushing your fingers past my lips deeper until you reach my throat. Pulling me in tighter I felt his cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against my ass. I reached round unzipping his trousers and grabbed it, caressing the shaft working it up and down. Kicking the inside of my foot to open my legs, he pushed me forward slightly while holding me at the waist forced me to bend. Pulling the lace to the side and thrusting his m throbbing member into my awaiting pussy in one fluid motion.

Hearing my moans become louder he ordered me to be quiet - we were only 3 floors up after all. Ordering me to my knees he said “Now it’s your turn taste me.” Pushing his warm, engorged dick to the back of my throat. I could feel him looking down at me taking his shaft, watching it disappear inside me he asked “Taste good,don’t you?” A satisfied murmur is the only response I could muster with my mouth full. The taste of my pussy on his cock sends tingles to my clit which intensified when I began massaging it. My moaning grew, sending a gentle vibration over the tip of his cock. A few more pumps and he couldn’t control himself. Pulling me back by my hair and telling me to “open up.” I tip my head back slightly, mascara having run down my cheeks, blowing his hot load over my face and awaiting tongue.