Kneeling behind her I watch as she moves her thong strap to one side of her beautiful round soft place. Grasping both cheeks with firm control I gently kiss at the top of her crack.

Slowly moving down I slowly spred her buns to reveal that puckered portal of pleasure. Licking around the rim, I dart my tongue in and out of her warmth. Rubbing her softness, I bring some of her cum juice over for lubrication. Stroking my length as I stand up I notice her in the reflection of the mirror. She has removed her breasts and is massaging them. Her bright red nipples could cut diamonds. She lifts one to her mouth and flicks the nipple with her tongue. She sees me and smiles. She reaches back with both hands and opens her soft place to greet my length. I rub my length up and down her crack.

She closes her eyes in eager anticipation. I find her portal and pierce the veil. She lets out a quick gasp and stretches her soft place futher to accept more of my manhood.

I gladly I grasp her hips and push futher.

She lets out another gasp that buckles her knees. Having a firm hold I lift her soft place to meet more of my meat. Slowly I give her all I have. Moving her hips to find the base of my length, she starts moving her hands across her breasts. Gently moving in and out, I see a reflection of total pleasure on her face. Her breasts are moving with my motion and I reach forward grasping one and squeezing it tight.

A louder moan began a faster movement from her hips as she moved one hand down to rub her personal place. Grabbing her sholder I force my length to the depths of her soft place. With every thrust another moan. I feel her fingers inside her softness pounding at our rhythm. My inner thighs start to quiver. I feel the rumble of her orgasm begining to build. Our moans echo in the bathroom. My breath is faster. Her whole body is shaking. I am holding on. Oh my. I explode. Strembling I stretch my lance as deep as it will go.

She grinds her soft place to accept my length with her orgasm.

We tremble and collapse on the counter.

Resting my head on her back I smell the beautiful fragrance of her hair mixed with the musky smell of our orgasm. Our sweat glistens in the light of the mirror. "Well, do I deserve the flip side?", I say with a wry smile. A solo clapping starts. We jump up to see the bathroom filled with the dinner guests.

Stunned looks, jealous snears, and curious glances followed us as we gathered our clothes. She turns to me grasping my hand and says, "What do you like for Breakfast?"