Tight Monique Symone Loves Getting Fingered

Tight Monique Symone Loves Getting Fingered
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The Island Part 3 We walked across the soft grass. the evening breeze chilling her through the thin chemise. Inside the room, I turned the water on to fill the Jacuzzi.

lighting the candles that surrounded it. The room glowed with soft candle light as we slowly slipped into the hot swirling water. taking with us the cool glasses of wine. the heat and the moisture engulfed us. drawing the chill from within. she leaned back. her head resting on the side. the water foaming around her breasts.

"I love you," she whispered. Her foot extends toward me. softly stroking my leg. "I have a present for you." I whispered as I reached for the small plastic egg that lay quietly waiting on the floor. "Is that what I think it is?" she whispered." umm hmm. and it's waterproof." The motor hummed to life with a flick of the switch causing a tiny smile of anticipation to play across her lips.

The steaming water swirled around us.

flooding us with its warmth. My lips met hers. softly. gently. her arms encircled my neck. tongues danced together. soft moans met in the middle and blended together. my right hand moved slowly through the swirling water as her legs parted in anticipation.

welcoming. A gasp of pleasure escaped as the soft tip brushed against her like a tiny electric shock. pressing against her hardening pearl.

sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. her tongue probed deeper. fingers dug into my shoulders. her left hand slide down. over my back and shoulders to stop on her breast. rolling the nipple gently between her fingers. Our eyes met in the mirrors surrounding the Jacuzzi. locking in desire. watching each other. enjoying the pleasure we transferred.


The vibrator hummed against her. drawing her closer. the intensity of her moans building. she bit her lip as if to squelch a cry. her body twisted in ecstatic abandon in the water. her hand dropped below the water. clasping mine. holding it tight to her. then moving. seeking. finding. her fingers wrapped around me. squeezing gently. stroking. slowly. rhythmically. bringing me closer with each movement. my hips thrust in rhythm with her hand. my hand moves in rhythm with her hips.

twisting. writhing. welcoming. beckoning. hotter. harder. the intensity builds. our mouths strain against each other as if to enter and become one. harder hotter.

the thrusting continues. the water swirling around us. the swirls of the Jacuzzi lift us closer to the peak.

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we explode. as one. both crying out."Yesssssss." We climb, on shaky legs, out of the steaming water. spent. unable to stand with ease. we dry each other with giant towels. lovingly stroking and patting. we collapse into the bed.

her head rests on my shoulder. her lips touching my neck. her soft breathing changes rhythm as we both drift away. -30- The Island Part 4 The tropical moon pours through the window, filling the room with soft blue light. in the bed next to me she sleeps, a smile plays across her lips. our bodies touching in every possible place. in our sleep we move as one. neither wanting to loose contact. dreams of her pour through my head.

she stirs against me causing tingling sensations to pass through my sleeping body. my hand gently cups her nipple. feeling it swell unknowingly in response to some deep dreamed touch. I respond unconsciously. hardening as I dream of her. my hands moving in sleep as they would awake. seeking her. needing her. images of her pass through my dream. glowing in her beauty.

she dances through a fog. green silk trailing behind. her hands outstretched. beckoning me.

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in wisps of dreamy fog, we come together. lips seeking lips tongues seeking tongues. the silk slips gently from her body. fluttering away in the soft breeze. she stands. shoulders back. head high. waiting. wanting. My hands move in sleep. gently unknowingly caressing her.

seeking her. she murmurs as she turns towards me. her leg enfolding me. drawing me close. our breathing. deep and soft in sleep. becomes as one. in perfect rhythm. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she comes closer. her breasts full. her hands tracing the outlines of her body. our mouths meet in the mist. tongues exploring. softly. deeply. lips touching.

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bodies caressing. two souls exploring. mingling. becoming one. her hands caress as do mine. at once gentle and firm. offering and taking. on a cloud of mist, we join together. coupling. fusing. entering.


we dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. chests heave softly in sleep. bodies move in unison. soft moans of pleasure escape unknown. Our dancing hastens.


mist swirls around us, hiding. exposing. in perfect harmony. neither dominant, neither submissive. arching. bending.

accepting. bodies writhe in the mist her moans of pleasure match mine.

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mine matching hers. she surrounds me. engulfing me in her wetness. drawing me into her. becoming one. her fingers trace lines of passion down my back. we roll in the mist boiling and flowing with it. deeper inside her.

our tongues dance from mouth to mouth. moans climbing higher in our throats. backs arching. giving accepting. together we explode in a mist of frenzied passion.

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her cries pour out."Ohhhhh myyy Godddddd" she cries in her sleep as we both awaken clasped together. bodies drenched in sweat. the juices of love mixing on the huge bed. both spent. chests heaving. "My God," she whispers "I just had the most incredible dream." -30- The Island Part 5 The tropical sun pours in filling the room with golden yellow.

I awaken to find her body pressed tightly against mine, her hand holding mine tightly to her breast. she stirs. stretching lazily in the sun. arching her back. We walk on unsteady legs towards the huge shower. Steaming water pours down as we gently wash away the nights lovemaking. The water cascades over her breasts, forming two tiny waterfalls over her nipples.

as we pass the sponge over each others bodies. The towels lay in a pile as she deftly applies her makeup. I slip on a pair of silk running pants and a T-shirt. I watch intently as she dresses. My mind racing with feelings of love. Turning from the makeup table, she selects a pair of sheer panties. eyeing them with an impish grin before discarding them as she slips the thin sun dress over her head.

Her beautiful feet slip into thin white sandals. Her gold ankle chain sparkling in the sunlight. Our arms around each other, we stroll slowly through the manicured grounds towards the restaurant. stomachs begging for nourishment to replace that used is lovemaking. We eat slowly, casually, pouring over the myriad of brochures that describe the many attractions, planing the adventures of the day. Our eyes meet frequently, holding, exploring, exchanging messages that only we understand.

Her tongue passes slowly over her lips as a sparkle flashes in her eyes. "I love you," I whisper. The stalls and arcades of the shopping district beckoned gaily as we stepped out of the ancient taxi. Fingers entwined, we meandered down through the crowds, exploring the wares.

Luxurious designer stores mix freely with canvas stalls creating a melange of colors and sounds and smells that blend together threatening to over power the senses.

My hand slips lightly around her waist, slipping sensuously towards her hip. naked beneath the silk dress. She pressed closer sending a lightening bolt through our hips. Her hand rests on top of mine holding it close to her. Pausing at a stand, she tries on glittering jewelry, then on to the next for hats to block the tropical sun. Our hands caress and touch and explore each other as we walk. causing ripples of excitement to pass through with each step.

In the Dior shop, she selects matching panties and bra of silk so shear it seems not to exist and twirls into the dressing room, her dress swirling up to reveal her nakedness. The curtain slide back and she steps into the room, posing elegantly before me.

her soft blonde hair shows dark through the thin fabric, her nipples a golden brown, straining to break loose. She turns, displaying her beauty from every angle. "You like," she whispers? My smile betrays my thoughts as she steps back into the dressing room, leaving the curtains parted, and slowly reaches behind her to unclasp the fastener.

Her breasts spring free as the shops customers browse through the merchandise, never glancing towards the dressing area. Her eyes never leave mine as she slips the panties down, over her hips, letting them slide gently to the floor. Her hands brush softly over her breasts and gently trace the curves of her body.

A tourist browses through a rack of panties, never turning towards the dressing area. Her fingers slip gently through the soft blonde fur and her eyes never leave mine. A shop clerk approaches, "May I help you monsieur," she inquires, never glancing towards the dressing area. "No, " I stammer, I'm, ha, just waiting for someone." Softly, gently, her fingers enter the first soft fold of skin, seeking, exploring.

A customer passes between us intent on her purchases, never glancing towards the dressing area. Slowly, her finger caresses, deepening it's exploring. Her eyes close momentarily as if to savor the moment. From the side, a customer approaches, her hands full of silks and satins, bearing down on the only open curtain. I stand, unable to move, transfixed, frozen by her beauty.

Her finger slide deeper into her and her back arches as she touches the tiny spot of hardness. With a twinkling smile, she turns, snatching the soft silk from the hook and deftly slipping it over her head. It settles over her breasts and hips as the customer turns to enter the dressing room. "OH," she exclaims, "I'm sorry, I thought this was empty." "It is," she laughs, "I was just finishing," and slips into the store, dancing as she walks.

to be continued. someday