Press Play: A Chocolate Drop

(Song Playing) "Sometimes its soft as a misty Rain.." Slowly, rain drops flowed freely, in imperfect lines, down the Windshield of Jarron's car. The pounding of the downpour against the roof of the automobile, coupled with the blaring horns of anxious drivers and SWV's "Rain" on the radio were strangely calming. All day he fantasized about sitting in the silence of their living room and tasting the softness of Shauna's lips while being pleasantly trapped in the grip of her hungrily strong thighs. Something about the rain just made him desire to be inside, desire to be with her. "Rain down on me..."

Drenched by the relentless showers, Jarron's clothes were clinging to him, heavy and cold. The click of the lock giving way as Jarron inserted the key into the door signified to Shauna that her man was home and a rush of excitement went through her body. Turning the doorknob slowly and pushing forward, the refreshing scent of fresh linens, intermingled with the flickering glow of scented candles engaged Jarron's senses. He thought to himself "She can get it!" Shauna thought to herself "Oh he gone get it!"The last glimmers of the day were gone and there was only the night, the rain, and the music. (song playing) "Here we are all alone you and me.." Closing the door behind him, he dropped his suit coat to the floor. Shauna, in a black dress that could hardly hide her perfectly curved body, walked down the stairs to meet him. Before she could get to the bottom of the stairs to utter "Hello... or how was your day..." Jarron rushed her pinning her back and hands to the wall, and began kissing her as though he hungered, rather than desired her. She liked it. A wry smile curled over her lips as she kissed back biting his bottom lip, and feeling his wet shirt against her chest, his cold face against her lips. Sliding his hands slowly down from the underneath of her arms, to her sides, to her hips, underneath her dress, he lifted the dress just enough to reveal her black boy cut panties and the rise of her perfect ass. Kneeling before her he placed one of her legs on his shoulder, as he rubbed the front of her caramel thighs with his other hand. Gripping his cold, wet head she pulled his face forward. Jarron, gripping the underneath of her leg, began running his tongue along the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her soft lips. She whispered "Kiss it, J" and he obliged... appreciating every second he could taste her.... "We can do it anywhere".

His tongue glided across the underside of her soft, damp pussy, parting the center of her femininity. With one hand She pressed his face against her pussy and his nose brushed gently against her swollen clit. With the other hand, she dug her nails into the smooth blackness of his shoulders. Chills ran throughout her body from her toes to her temples, as the heat from his lips and gifts of his tongue tortured her clit pleasantly. He placed both her legs on his shoulders as he continued to kneel before her, and she was suspended there her back against the wall with only Jarron's mouth and hands to hold her up. His Tongue flicked ferociously as she continued to moan and with a firm grip on both ass cheeks he squeezed as though he wanted to milk her for every drop she had. "So wet!" Jarron could barely get it out, overwhelmed by his woman's pleasant taste.

Without a word he stood her up and with a controlled violence he spun her around. He placed both her hands against the wall, and caressed her scalp, locks of her hair were trapped, intertwined in his fingertips. He pulled it softly exposing the caramel skin along the length of her neck to his lips. While tickling her clit with his left hand, he slid his tongue from the nape of her neck to her ear lobe. With his lips just close enough to brush against her ear when he spoke he asked "how bad do you want this dick". Without a word she reached down between her own drenched legs, and grabbed at his rock hard pipe. "MMM" she moaned as though this were her ideal meal, she squeezed three times, knowing what was in store. Jarron slid his left hand up to her lips and she began to suck his fingers. The taste of her self excited her even more. He grabbed his shaft and slid it along the underside of her pussy, with just a touch he was coated in her juices. Each time he moved his swollen head back and forth against her lips she let out soft, satisfied sighs, and sucked his fingers even harder.

He slowly began to penetrate her, descending inch by inch into exactly where she wanted him to be. Her pussy responded to the precision of his stroke with soft sounds of ectstasy, much like the sound that raindrops make as they become puddles. As sweat beads began to form along the small of her back, Jarron's thrusts became stronger, cutting into her like a surgeon's knife. Her walls squeezed tightly against his thick rod, and she could feel him, even in her stomach she felt his stroke.

Outside the thunder clapped as the rainstorm continued and it seemed as though his deep, animalistic pounding, strokes, came simultaneously with each hit. He crashed into her pussy over and over again, gripping her hips and pulling harder. Her juices splashed against his thighs overflowing like a river in the midst of a torrential downpour. His dick darted in and out of her and as she attempted to squeeze and throw it back against him she knew she was reaching her breaking point. Again he crashed against her like the thunder, and she was wet like the rain, and her pussy ached so good, and was so warm.

Her legs became weaker and it felt as though the only thing that was holding her up now was the fact that he was inside of her, and unable to withstand anymore her pussy began to release, squeezing and contorting itself, no longer under her control "FUCK J, I'm Cumming!" She dropped to her knees his cock deeper, still inside her pounding she reached back and grabbed his ass pushing him deeper inside, as hot jetstreams coated her walls and he let out a growling yell "AHHH! SHiT!" Each time his shaft throbbed she sensed his release. They felt like small, piercing, shots, inside her.

They laid there together silently and soaking, their naked bodies keeping each other warm. He continued to hold her closely, kissing the nape of her neck. Each kiss he teased her, tasting a small sample of her beauty, while the rain continued to pour. (song) (Now that we're done what are you thinking, body so soft...")