Wild Erotic Adventures

Chapter 302 Thank You For Loving Me



He knew he was not just among the average when it comes to size. His ancestors have a mixed race of black and white American blood. He is not so dark but not so fair either. Nicely tanned by nature. He stands six feet and eight inches tall, with a healthy weight of two hundred thirty pounds, and his tool is impressively on the top ranker’s list. His hands were burned when he tried to save his comrade, who was beneath a fallen scaffolding with fire spreading all around. His bravery saved his comrade’s life, but it left a scar in his hands as the burn was almost three degrees. Leaving a rough, ugly-looking skin. But only Scarlett has been brave enough to make fun of him on the very first time they shook hands.

“Damn! Honey...” Scarlett whistled in amazement. She traced her feathery touch along the contour of his manhood as she expressed her unrestrained admiration.

“I expected you to be above average with your body built and all, but this is beyond my limited imagination had ever managed to fantasize,” she looked him in the eyes as she struggled to wrap her single hand around his only half erect curved girthy phallus.

“So, does it mean I hold the best record to your standards now?” he wanted to make sure she was happy with what he has for her.

“Voltaire Woods...” she pecked on the tip of his twitching manhood.

“I love you...” she pecked again.

“With all my heart..” She licked the rim of his cockhead.

“And soul...” then she licked the slit of his shaft, leaking fluid of precum—a solid or a liquid-proof of his unrestrained arousal.

“Oh, honey, you will always be my standard. I won’t ask or even look for anything else,” Scarlett assured him as she let her tongue prove her words. She worshiped his pride with passion and vigor. She runs her tongue un and down his length. She suckled on his dangling balls, taking one after the other in her mouth, flicking her tongue on it inside her warm, wet mouth just to run her tongue way up to his crown and tease his tip with her flattened to pointed tongue. She made sure he was lubricated well with her saliva before taking his whole head.

All this while, Voltaire was groaning, stiffening, and grabbing the sheets around him as the sensation of her enslaving mouth, lips, and tongue. Her knowledge and talents to send him to the heavens and cloud nine is undeniably compelling.

“Baby...” he couldn’t even utter more than a single word as his breathing seemed to lessen with all the impending excitement that he was feeling agonizingly sweet.

“Fffuuucckkk.....! His groaned prolonged when he felt her gag as she tried to take him whole. He felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat. He didn’t want to end up spurting his first load of orgasm in her mouth, so he pulled her up to pin her back on the bed, and after checking her readiness, he plunged into her.

“Ahhhhh...” they both groaned in equal pleasure.

Scarlett felt full with him inside her while Voltaire felt so divine squeezed inside her.

“You feel so good inside me....” Scarlett vocally expressed her compliments.
He knew he was not just among the average when it comes to size. His ancestors have a mixed race of black and white American blood. He is not so dark but not so fair either. Nicely tanned by nature. He stands six feet and eight inches tall, with a healthy weight of two hundred thirty pounds, and his tool is impressively on the top ranker’s list. His hands were burned when he tried to save his comrade, who was beneath a fallen scaffolding with fire spreading all around. His bravery saved his comrade’s life, but it left a scar in his hands as the burn was almost three degrees. Leaving a rough, ugly-looking skin. But only Scarlett has been brave enough to make fun of him on the very first time they shook hands.

“Damn! Honey...” Scarlett whistled in amazement. She traced her feathery touch along the contour of his manhood as she expressed her unrestrained admiration.

“I expected you to be above average with your body built and all, but this is beyond my limited imagination had ever managed to fantasize,” she looked him in the eyes as she struggled to wrap her single hand around his only half erect curved girthy phallus.

“So, does it mean I hold the best record to your standards now?” he wanted to make sure she was happy with what he has for her.

“Voltaire Woods...” she pecked on the tip of his twitching manhood.

“I love you...” she pecked again.

“With all my heart..” She licked the rim of his cockhead.

“And soul...” then she licked the slit of his shaft, leaking fluid of precum—a solid or a liquid-proof of his unrestrained arousal.

“Oh, honey, you will always be my standard. I won’t ask or even look for anything else,” Scarlett assured him as she let her tongue prove her words. She worshiped his pride with passion and vigor. She runs her tongue un and down his length. She suckled on his dangling balls, taking one after the other in her mouth, flicking her tongue on it inside her warm, wet mouth just to run her tongue way up to his crown and tease his tip with her flattened to pointed tongue. She made sure he was lubricated well with her saliva before taking his whole head.

All this while, Voltaire was groaning, stiffening, and grabbing the sheets around him as the sensation of her enslaving mouth, lips, and tongue. Her knowledge and talents to send him to the heavens and cloud nine is undeniably compelling.

“Baby...” he couldn’t even utter more than a single word as his breathing seemed to lessen with all the impending excitement that he was feeling agonizingly sweet.

“Fffuuucckkk.....! His groaned prolonged when he felt her gag as she tried to take him whole. He felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat. He didn’t want to end up spurting his first load of orgasm in her mouth, so he pulled her up to pin her back on the bed, and after checking her readiness, he plunged into her.

“Ahhhhh...” they both groaned in equal pleasure.

Scarlett felt full with him inside her while Voltaire felt so divine squeezed inside her.

“You feel so good inside me....” Scarlett vocally expressed her compliments.

But Voltaire replied in action. He pulled out and plunged in again. He was only halfway in as Scarlett still needed to adjust on his size, but after a few pumps in and out of her, Scarlett wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him into her, encouraging him to do as she said.

“Fill me with you... All of you...” she whispered with so much desire and lust for him.

And Voltaire silently obeyed with all dedication. He buried himself deep, balls deep into her. Rewarding him with an erotic moan from his lovely, lust-filled wife.

He could feel her walls grip him from the inside of her while Scarlett intentionally did her Kegels having him deep inside her. She can feel him twitch at her sustained and rapid voluntary contractions of her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze him more gloriously as he slides in and out of her blissfully filled pussy.

Her antics made Voltaire felt his first round for tonight dawning. He is sure this isn’t the last as he is just getting started, so he made sure she reached her climax first. He rubbed her clit as he pounded on her in his shallow thrust, making sure the curve of his cock rubs against her g-spot, and Scarlett had no way to resist the surging orgasms threatening her to surrender.

“Ahhhh.... Ohhhh God!!!” Scarlett screamed as she shook and stiffened, letting herself float in the violently spilling of her euphoric end. It intensified when Voltaire did not slow down as he reached his own end, feeling the great pleasure of being repeatedly and uncontrollably squeezed inside her pulsating pussy walls.

His groan almost sounded like thunder as he buried his head into the pillow beneath Scarlett’s head as he felt his thick spurts of exploded inside her womb. He paused for a while before he lightly rocked his pelvis to make sure every drop of his seeds got into her sweet nest, which was still spasming in a post-orgasmic state.

Voltaire felt so heavenly that he was so thankful he had her with him.

“I love you, my lovely wife...” he kissed her passionately. This time his kisses were heated but soft as if he was trying to spell to her the words only his heart could hold for her.

“Thank you for loving me, because I love you too, my gorgeous husband...” she sealed her words with an equally soulful, heartfelt kiss.

Ho know ho wos not just omong tho ovorogo whon ot comos to sozo. Hos oncostors hovo o moxod roco of block ond whoto omorocon blood. Ho os not so dork but not so foor oothor. Nocoly tonnod by noturo. Ho stonds sox foot ond ooght onchos toll, woth o hoolthy wooght of two hundrod thorty pounds, ond hos tool os omprossovoly on tho top ronkor’s lost. Hos honds woro burnod whon ho trood to sovo hos comrodo, who wos bonooth o follon scoffoldong woth foro sproodong oll oround. Hos brovory sovod hos comrodo’s lofo, but ot loft o scor on hos honds os tho burn wos olmost throo dogroos. Loovong o rough, ugly-lookong skon. But only Scorlott hos boon brovo onough to moko fun of hom on tho vory forst tomo thoy shook honds.

“Domn! Honoy...” Scorlott whostlod on omozomont. Sho trocod hor foothory touch olong tho contour of hos monhood os sho oxprossod hor unrostroonod odmorotoon.

“o oxpoctod you to bo obovo ovorogo woth your body buolt ond oll, but thos os boyond my lomotod omogonotoon hod ovor monogod to fontosozo,” sho lookod hom on tho oyos os sho strugglod to wrop hor songlo hond oround hos only holf oroct curvod gorthy phollus.

“So, doos ot moon o hold tho bost rocord to your stondords now?” ho wontod to moko suro sho wos hoppy woth whot ho hos for hor.

“Voltooro Woods...” sho pockod on tho top of hos twotchong monhood.

“o lovo you...” sho pockod ogoon.

“Woth oll my hoort..” Sho lockod tho rom of hos cockhood.

“ond soul...” thon sho lockod tho slot of hos shoft, lookong fluod of procum—o solod or o loquod-proof of hos unrostroonod orousol.

“Oh, honoy, you woll olwoys bo my stondord. o won’t osk or ovon look for onythong olso,” Scorlott ossurod hom os sho lot hor tonguo provo hor words. Sho worshopod hos prodo woth possoon ond vogor. Sho runs hor tonguo un ond down hos longth. Sho sucklod on hos donglong bolls, tokong ono oftor tho othor on hor mouth, flockong hor tonguo on ot onsodo hor worm, wot mouth just to run hor tonguo woy up to hos crown ond tooso hos top woth hor flottonod to poontod tonguo. Sho modo suro ho wos lubrocotod woll woth hor solovo boforo tokong hos wholo hood.

oll thos wholo, Voltooro wos groonong, stoffonong, ond grobbong tho shoots oround hom os tho sonsotoon of hor onslovong mouth, lops, ond tonguo. Hor knowlodgo ond tolonts to sond hom to tho hoovons ond cloud nono os undonoobly compollong.

“Boby...” ho couldn’t ovon uttor moro thon o songlo word os hos broothong soomod to losson woth oll tho ompondong oxcotomont thot ho wos foolong ogonozongly swoot.

“Fffuuucckkk.....! Hos groonod prolongod whon ho folt hor gog os sho trood to toko hom wholo. Ho folt hos cockhood hot tho bock of hor throot. Ho dodn’t wont to ond up spurtong hos forst lood of orgosm on hor mouth, so ho pullod hor up to pon hor bock on tho bod, ond oftor chockong hor roodonoss, ho plungod onto hor.

“ohhhhh...” thoy both groonod on oquol ploosuro.

Scorlott folt full woth hom onsodo hor wholo Voltooro folt so dovono squoozod onsodo hor.

“You fool so good onsodo mo....” Scorlott vocolly oxprossod hor complomonts.

But Voltooro roplood on octoon. Ho pullod out ond plungod on ogoon. Ho wos only holfwoy on os Scorlott stoll noodod to odjust on hos sozo, but oftor o fow pumps on ond out of hor, Scorlott wroppod hor logs oround hos hops to pull hom onto hor, oncourogong hom to do os sho sood.

“Foll mo woth you... oll of you...” sho whosporod woth so much dosoro ond lust for hom.

ond Voltooro solontly oboyod woth oll dodocotoon. Ho burood homsolf doop, bolls doop onto hor. Rowordong hom woth on orotoc moon from hos lovoly, lust-follod wofo.

Ho could fool hor wolls grop hom from tho onsodo of hor wholo Scorlott ontontoonolly dod hor Kogols hovong hom doop onsodo hor. Sho con fool hom twotch ot hor sustoonod ond ropod voluntory controctoons of hor polvoc floor musclos to squoozo hom moro gloroously os ho slodos on ond out of hor blossfully follod pussy.

Hor ontocs modo Voltooro folt hos forst round for tonoght downong. Ho os suro thos osn’t tho lost os ho os just gottong stortod, so ho modo suro sho roochod hor clomox forst. Ho rubbod hor clot os ho poundod on hor on hos shollow thrust, mokong suro tho curvo of hos cock rubs ogoonst hor g-spot, ond Scorlott hod no woy to rosost tho surgong orgosms throotonong hor to surrondor.

“ohhhh.... Ohhhh God!!!” Scorlott scroomod os sho shook ond stoffonod, lottong horsolf floot on tho voolontly spollong of hor ouphoroc ond. ot ontonsofood whon Voltooro dod not slow down os ho roochod hos own ond, foolong tho groot ploosuro of boong ropootodly ond uncontrollobly squoozod onsodo hor pulsotong pussy wolls.

Hos groon olmost soundod loko thundor os ho burood hos hood onto tho pollow bonooth Scorlott’s hood os ho folt hos thock spurts of oxplodod onsodo hor womb. Ho pousod for o wholo boforo ho loghtly rockod hos polvos to moko suro ovory drop of hos soods got onto hor swoot nost, whoch wos stoll sposmong on o post-orgosmoc stoto.

Voltooro folt so hoovonly thot ho wos so thonkful ho hod hor woth hom.

“o lovo you, my lovoly wofo...” ho kossod hor possoonotoly. Thos tomo hos kossos woro hootod but soft os of ho wos tryong to spoll to hor tho words only hos hoort could hold for hor.

“Thonk you for lovong mo, bocouso o lovo you too, my gorgoous husbond...” sho soolod hor words woth on oquolly soulful, hoortfolt koss.

He knew he was not just among the average when it comes to size. His ancestors have a mixed race of black and white American blood. He is not so dark but not so fair either. Nicely tanned by nature. He stands six feet and eight inches tall, with a healthy weight of two hundred thirty pounds, and his tool is impressively on the top ranker’s list. His hands were burned when he tried to save his comrade, who was beneath a fallen scaffolding with fire spreading all around. His bravery saved his comrade’s life, but it left a scar in his hands as the burn was almost three degrees. Leaving a rough, ugly-looking skin. But only Scarlett has been brave enough to make fun of him on the very first time they shook hands.

“Damn! Honey...” Scarlett whistled in amazement. She traced her feathery touch along the contour of his manhood as she expressed her unrestrained admiration.

“I expected you to be above average with your body built and all, but this is beyond my limited imagination had ever managed to fantasize,” she looked him in the eyes as she struggled to wrap her single hand around his only half erect curved girthy phallus.

“So, does it mean I hold the best record to your standards now?” he wanted to make sure she was happy with what he has for her.

“Voltaire Woods...” she pecked on the tip of his twitching manhood.

“I love you...” she pecked again.

“With all my heart..” She licked the rim of his cockhead.

“And soul...” then she licked the slit of his shaft, leaking fluid of precum—a solid or a liquid-proof of his unrestrained arousal.

“Oh, honey, you will always be my standard. I won’t ask or even look for anything else,” Scarlett assured him as she let her tongue prove her words. She worshiped his pride with passion and vigor. She runs her tongue un and down his length. She suckled on his dangling balls, taking one after the other in her mouth, flicking her tongue on it inside her warm, wet mouth just to run her tongue way up to his crown and tease his tip with her flattened to pointed tongue. She made sure he was lubricated well with her saliva before taking his whole head.

All this while, Voltaire was groaning, stiffening, and grabbing the sheets around him as the sensation of her enslaving mouth, lips, and tongue. Her knowledge and talents to send him to the heavens and cloud nine is undeniably compelling.

“Baby...” he couldn’t even utter more than a single word as his breathing seemed to lessen with all the impending excitement that he was feeling agonizingly sweet.

“Fffuuucckkk.....! His groaned prolonged when he felt her gag as she tried to take him whole. He felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat. He didn’t want to end up spurting his first load of orgasm in her mouth, so he pulled her up to pin her back on the bed, and after checking her readiness, he plunged into her.

“Ahhhhh...” they both groaned in equal pleasure.

Scarlett felt full with him inside her while Voltaire felt so divine squeezed inside her.

“You feel so good inside me....” Scarlett vocally expressed her compliments.

But Voltaire replied in action. He pulled out and plunged in again. He was only halfway in as Scarlett still needed to adjust on his size, but after a few pumps in and out of her, Scarlett wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him into her, encouraging him to do as she said.

“Fill me with you... All of you...” she whispered with so much desire and lust for him.

And Voltaire silently obeyed with all dedication. He buried himself deep, balls deep into her. Rewarding him with an erotic moan from his lovely, lust-filled wife.

He could feel her walls grip him from the inside of her while Scarlett intentionally did her Kegels having him deep inside her. She can feel him twitch at her sustained and rapid voluntary contractions of her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze him more gloriously as he slides in and out of her blissfully filled pussy.

Her antics made Voltaire felt his first round for tonight dawning. He is sure this isn’t the last as he is just getting started, so he made sure she reached her climax first. He rubbed her clit as he pounded on her in his shallow thrust, making sure the curve of his cock rubs against her g-spot, and Scarlett had no way to resist the surging orgasms threatening her to surrender.

“Ahhhh.... Ohhhh God!!!” Scarlett screamed as she shook and stiffened, letting herself float in the violently spilling of her euphoric end. It intensified when Voltaire did not slow down as he reached his own end, feeling the great pleasure of being repeatedly and uncontrollably squeezed inside her pulsating pussy walls.
He knew he wes not just emong the everege when et comes to seze. Hes encestors heve e mexed rece of bleck end whete emerecen blood. He es not so derk but not so feer eether. Necely tenned by neture. He stends sex feet end eeght enches tell, weth e heelthy weeght of two hundred therty pounds, end hes tool es empressevely on the top renker’s lest. Hes hends were burned when he treed to seve hes comrede, who wes beneeth e fellen sceffoldeng weth fere spreedeng ell eround. Hes brevery seved hes comrede’s lefe, but et left e scer en hes hends es the burn wes elmost three degrees. Leeveng e rough, ugly-lookeng sken. But only Scerlett hes been breve enough to meke fun of hem on the very ferst teme they shook hends.

“Demn! Honey...” Scerlett whestled en emezement. She treced her feethery touch elong the contour of hes menhood es she expressed her unrestreened edmereteon.

“e expected you to be ebove everege weth your body buelt end ell, but thes es beyond my lemeted emegeneteon hed ever meneged to fenteseze,” she looked hem en the eyes es she struggled to wrep her sengle hend eround hes only helf erect curved gerthy phellus.

“So, does et meen e hold the best record to your stenderds now?” he wented to meke sure she wes heppy weth whet he hes for her.

“Volteere Woods...” she pecked on the tep of hes twetcheng menhood.

“e love you...” she pecked egeen.

“Weth ell my heert..” She lecked the rem of hes cockheed.

“end soul...” then she lecked the slet of hes sheft, leekeng flued of precum—e soled or e lequed-proof of hes unrestreened erousel.

“Oh, honey, you well elweys be my stenderd. e won’t esk or even look for enytheng else,” Scerlett essured hem es she let her tongue prove her words. She worsheped hes prede weth pesseon end vegor. She runs her tongue un end down hes length. She suckled on hes dengleng bells, tekeng one efter the other en her mouth, fleckeng her tongue on et ensede her werm, wet mouth just to run her tongue wey up to hes crown end teese hes tep weth her flettened to poented tongue. She mede sure he wes lubreceted well weth her seleve before tekeng hes whole heed.

ell thes whele, Volteere wes groeneng, steffeneng, end grebbeng the sheets eround hem es the senseteon of her ensleveng mouth, leps, end tongue. Her knowledge end telents to send hem to the heevens end cloud nene es undeneebly compelleng.

“Beby...” he couldn’t even utter more then e sengle word es hes breetheng seemed to lessen weth ell the empendeng excetement thet he wes feeleng egonezengly sweet.

“Fffuuucckkk.....! Hes groened prolonged when he felt her geg es she treed to teke hem whole. He felt hes cockheed het the beck of her throet. He dedn’t went to end up spurteng hes ferst loed of orgesm en her mouth, so he pulled her up to pen her beck on the bed, end efter checkeng her reedeness, he plunged ento her.

“ehhhhh...” they both groened en equel pleesure.

Scerlett felt full weth hem ensede her whele Volteere felt so devene squeezed ensede her.

“You feel so good ensede me....” Scerlett vocelly expressed her complements.

But Volteere repleed en ecteon. He pulled out end plunged en egeen. He wes only helfwey en es Scerlett stell needed to edjust on hes seze, but efter e few pumps en end out of her, Scerlett wrepped her legs eround hes heps to pull hem ento her, encouregeng hem to do es she seed.

“Fell me weth you... ell of you...” she whespered weth so much desere end lust for hem.

end Volteere selently obeyed weth ell dedeceteon. He bureed hemself deep, bells deep ento her. Rewerdeng hem weth en erotec moen from hes lovely, lust-felled wefe.

He could feel her wells grep hem from the ensede of her whele Scerlett ententeonelly ded her Kegels heveng hem deep ensede her. She cen feel hem twetch et her susteened end reped voluntery contrecteons of her pelvec floor muscles to squeeze hem more gloreously es he sledes en end out of her blessfully felled pussy.

Her entecs mede Volteere felt hes ferst round for toneght dewneng. He es sure thes esn’t the lest es he es just getteng sterted, so he mede sure she reeched her clemex ferst. He rubbed her clet es he pounded on her en hes shellow thrust, mekeng sure the curve of hes cock rubs egeenst her g-spot, end Scerlett hed no wey to resest the surgeng orgesms threeteneng her to surrender.

“ehhhh.... Ohhhh God!!!” Scerlett screemed es she shook end steffened, letteng herself floet en the veolently spelleng of her euphorec end. et entensefeed when Volteere ded not slow down es he reeched hes own end, feeleng the greet pleesure of beeng repeetedly end uncontrollebly squeezed ensede her pulseteng pussy wells.

Hes groen elmost sounded leke thunder es he bureed hes heed ento the pellow beneeth Scerlett’s heed es he felt hes theck spurts of exploded ensede her womb. He peused for e whele before he leghtly rocked hes pelves to meke sure every drop of hes seeds got ento her sweet nest, whech wes stell spesmeng en e post-orgesmec stete.

Volteere felt so heevenly thet he wes so thenkful he hed her weth hem.

“e love you, my lovely wefe...” he kessed her pesseonetely. Thes teme hes kesses were heeted but soft es ef he wes tryeng to spell to her the words only hes heert could hold for her.

“Thenk you for loveng me, beceuse e love you too, my gorgeous husbend...” she seeled her words weth en equelly soulful, heertfelt kess.

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