When Homer wrote of Helen, he claimed that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. As the woman in your arms tensed her voluptuous body and wrapped you deep in her embrace, you knew that the old Greek was mistaken.
Your woman's voice could melt an inferno or light an iceberg ablaze just with a simple shift in tone.No man other than yourself had made these eyes purse like they did, enraptured in your being, for reasons even you did not understand fully. Just the way she gazed into your eyes sung epics of what she was about to do with you.
The sweater that your graciously endowed lady wore looked innocent until she had given you a slight pirouette in the doorway to the living room just previously. The entire back of the garment was missing, giving a window to her immaculate body. This beauty, Purple Heart, was not simply suited to the mere title of "woman". Purple Heart was a goddess, genuine and immortal. Describing Purple Heart is far simpler if you speak of another sight.
Your lady's body is that of the northern wilderness, rolling and curving with the hills and streams, glorious and majestic as the evergreen forests. It takes a simple glance to understand that her personality and will follow that same trend, willing to smite the cruelest of winter storms or cradle you as the spring fields would. There is an unbroken pride and power in her motion with an impossible to tame, almost savage impulse that lies just under her soaring honor.
So with this in mind, one can understand why your hands met her lean, powerful back. Her shoulder blade's teased your fingers with their tips as they followed her curves down. As one would expect, this gave Purple Heart the initiative, pushing herself onto you and down into a familiar old couch. Your lap was her property, for no other woman was worthy. Purple Heart's velvet thighs slip across you, straddling your figure and crushing you into the seat's back.
Purple Heart's finely and firmly shaped endowments demand your attention, every little twitch of your hands finds a way to become the masseuse of her lower back, soon meeting her thighs and behind. A noticeable surprise creeps onto your face when you find that she has forgone panties. Purple Heart gives you a smug yet lusty grin as she notices your discovery. There was a slickness on your hands as you followed her curves back to her breasts. Your lady's desire was barely contained as is, and every motion brought her closer to you. As your hands slowly and deliberately caress your lover's sizable breasts, she guides you to her nipples, almost tweaking and pinching them herself. Any of her inhibitions are gone, the wild inside wants out.
Purple Heart's clever nudge with her nose exposes your lips fully, letting her get a good taste of you. How her tongue slips around and ties you around yourself makes you wonder about other activities.
You can't lie either, this is just the sort of time you should take her.
As she shifts, you feel your pants fall.
Purple Heart's body accepts yours like an old friend, every little crevice feels like hot, lubricated silk. It's been a while, and she takes her time sliding along your shaft with a circulation cutting tightness. She can't stop oozing lady cum, your loins are nearly soaked in your woman's work. For every constricting seize of her body, you get a little closer to leaving your hot seed inside her. She takes a long moment after a final heavy pass at your member, nearly compacting you with a deathly grip. You can't resist that, and every little bit of manly liquid you had is pumped into her body, lazily leaking out around your firmly joined bodies.
"My, I never thought you could~"
Her compliment is cut short by another series of tremors by her overwhelmed body.
"Nev… Never mind~"
Purple Heart pulls you with her as you pass out on the couch in a blissful rest.
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The beauty of a new day shines over the back of the couch, a blanket covering you and your lover. While your pants are still on the floor, you don't mind, Purple Heart's thighs kept you warm in the chill of early morning.
You press a soft kiss into the goddess' head, flattening her hair for a moment. Her drowsy eyes look back at you, a crystalline pupil flickering for a moment while she gains her bearing.
"Morning Sweetheart~" the stern voice says.
"You have to get out of bed today you know."
"Just one more moment… with you."
The goddess' index finger chases circles around your breast, running along what seems like every lifeline of your body in what seems like an attempt to get you going again.
"We're getting out of bed, sex or not."
"Awww~" Her eyes beg and long for you to change your mind."
Well. If she's going to do the work, no reason to not stay.
