Hello, My Darling Wife

It was easy for her, to lean down some and hook her hands under her finacee’s knees, bringing her legs up around her waist and carrying her to the table the wine had just been left on. It was easy for Kaczor to push the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor so that she could get closer to her financee’s skin. To ease the dress open across Ella’s body to lay her out there on the table and feast down the look of her there, open, inviting. [q]I’m going to kiss you somewhere else, Ella.. remember, say no, if you want this to stop at any time.[q]

She made sure, as she leaned over the over woman, lips capturing hers, before Kaczor started to kiss a trail down Ella’s frame, down the valley of her breasts, lower still across her belly, as Kaczor slid down to her knees there, before tugging Ella’s legs up over her shoulders. [q]May I kiss you here, Ella?[q] She whispered, nose tip just barely touching the skin of Ella’s inner thigh as she sighed her question again. [q]May I kiss you here..?[q]

The urge to palm herself through her trousers was too hard to resist, under the table there, before her hands were back to Ella’s knees, urging them slowly apart further. [q]My wife.. Let me feast on you before I sully my mouth with only food, and not the life that I’m going to find here in your folds.[q]