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Aphrodisiac / Sex Pollen

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They've been too busy working to have sex. Tonight that is going to change.

He pushed her up against the door and ground his hips hard against her. She moaned as she felt his erection through her dress.

Somehow, he managed to get his keys in the door and unlocked it, sending them both stumbling inside, chuckles and giggling emerging from the lovebirds.

Once inside, their dance resumed and she pushed him down on the couch, reaching between them to snake her delicate hand inside his pants and grasp at his large erection, the tip weeping already.

As she grasped his swollen member in her hand he groaned and closed his eyes, luxuriating in the feel of her hand around him. It had been so long, work had been coming first for such a long time that they hadn't done this in what felt like forever.

He'd come home to find her dressed up, her hair high on her head and her neck adorned with the necklace he gave her a few years ago.

"We're going out," she told him, sipping on a bottle of water. "Get dressed."

He hadn't bothered to argue with her and following her dress, he'd put on a nice shirt and some slacks.

When he'd come downstairs she had instructed him to get in the car and they had driven to a nearby restaurant. He'd heard of it but had never been in until tonight.

The lights were low and the music was sultry.

They were sat at a table and her hand caressed his thigh. She told him what tonight was about. It was an aphrodisiac night. Every piece of food meant to stimulate the senses. His eyes had gone wide and he'd agreed wholeheartedly. His demure wife organising this? Yes, please!

They'd had a nice five-course meal and by the end of it he was throbbing for her. He'd watched her delicate lips wrap around the fork and tongue the food off, heard her moan as the rich chocolate dessert had slipped down her throat and watched as she swallowed her wine gracefully, her long neck bared to the public.

They'd barely been able to keep their hands off each other in the car and now they were home, all bets were off.

"I'm not going to last," he warned her gently taking her wrist in his hand.

She gave him a simple smile. "Neither am I."

With practised ease, she rose herself up onto her knees and moved her underwear out of the way whilst simultaneously pulling his cock from the confines of his slacks. Pressing a deep kiss to her lips, she sunk herself down onto his cock and began to ride him at a furious pace.

His hips slammed up into her and he roared into her mouth.

They furiously fucked each other, her hips slamming onto his and other times his hips jackhammering up into her.

The result was the same.

She leaned back and cried out as her orgasm took over and her pussy clenched tight around him, setting his own orgasm off.

He came in thick spurts inside her, his whole body rigid until he was sated.

She slumped against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

It had been too long and they both knew it. Work had taken priority for both of them, but tonight that had all changed.