A dark morning with frost and low clouds sticking to the whitish mountains. Not even the cat felt like going outside when I opened the door for her. I lit two candles on our advent decoration, a wreath made of fir branches with four red candles, one for each Sunday till Christmas. As I was preparing for breakfast and carrying the tray over to the dinner table, Phillip crossed my path and said this could wait - the first helping he wanted to have on his plate was certainly me.
But before I allowed him to take me and push me backwards over the table, I went half upstairs to listen if all was fine for my daughter, and I heard no sound. So I went back and let him have me and devour me. I almost became xxxxxxxxxxx with desire, and my orgasms shook me and didn't want to subside, until I was lying there and thought I wouldn't move for the rest of this day.
It was then that Phillip disentangled from me, and walked round the table up to my head, and his wonderfully erect, proud cock entered my vision. And ever so gently, he pushed it into my waiting mouth, and started to sway as I closed my lips around him. And it took only seconds until he came with a big, big moan. Oh, his nectar.
Only then I noticed how close my hair was to the burning candles, but I was not afraid, I had certainly been watched over well, so I only moved my head away for an inch or two.
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