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11-04-2008 01:58 PM |
Barack Obama pushed open the bedroom door, where his wife Michelle was waiting. She was lying on top of the covers, smiling seductively at him. He noticed her almost skimpy black dress, and instantly froze, feeling too aroused to even say hello.
‘What do you think?’ she asked, standing up and twirling around. ‘Too obvious?’ Her face fell when he still did not say anything.
‘Uh…’
‘I knew it. Too damn obvious.’
Barack made his way over to her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. They both sank down on the bed. Barack ran his hand up Michelle’s stockinged leg as she kicked her heels off and pulled her tiny dress up over her head. He took her breasts into his hands, his lips never leaving hers.
Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open, scattering buttons on the floor, neither of them caring, too busy being engulfed in the heat of the moment. He shrugged off the shirt which was now only hanging onto him by the sleeves.
Michelle reached behind her, only breaking away from the kiss to undo her bra and throw it across the room. Barack furiously tugged off his jeans. He slipped her out of the stockings and suspender belt as she sank to the ground in front of him, surveying the rather ample rise in his boxers with slight amusement.
She peeled off the boxers and reached up to kiss him on the neck. She traced a line of kisses down his stomach, lingering at the bottom of his naval, and kissed her way back up again, teasing Barack. When she made her way back down to his naval, she licked the end of his dick, and then took the tip of the shaft in her mouth. Barack exhaled loudly. She took the whole thing in her mouth as Barack let out a slight moan, which quickly evaporated into guttural, almost desperate sounds.
Michelle was half expecting for Barack to start pressing down on the top of her head, but he did not. Instead, he started thrusting his pelvic regions, still groaning, eyes closed and head arched back in pleasure. She quickly swallowed all the liquid as he came.
Just before he came for a second time, Barack placed a hand underneath Michelle’s chin and pulled her up, laying her on the bed, kissing furiously and passionately again. His fingers found the material of her tiny black thong, and pulled it down, dropping it to the floor. They rearranged themselves on the bed, and Michelle was lying in front of Barack, knees up and together. He rested his hands on her ankles, and slid them up to her knees, prising her legs apart.
He kissed her stomach and her inner thighs, not yet daring to go any further. He looked up at her and caught her eyes. She smiled down at him and rested her head n the bed, in a way of signalling to him that he could do what he wanted.
The first moan from Michelle came as Barack slipped his tongue in between her legs. He licked and sucked at her clitoris, her body jerking crazily, her breath catching in her throat.
Michelle pulled him up, and pushed him back and straddled him, easing him gently inside her. Relief came after their frenzied passion as Michelle rode him, hands exploring his muscular chest. She kept her eyes tightly closed and was lightly biting her bottom lip, her moans muffled. He thrust deeper inside her and an animal cry burst from Michelle’s lips, as their movements turned faster and more out of control. Her fingers worked their way up and entwined themselves in her hair, inhuman calls ringing from her mouth.
Barack rolled her move, so he was on top of her and continued to pound away inside her, gasps and pants being emitted from both. She placed both hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. She pulled away and her hands started beating the wall above her head as her body moved of its own accord, driven by her raw pleasure.
Then it was over. Barack glanced at Michelle. She was staring at the ceiling over his head, breathing heavily. She looked at him and planted a kiss on his lips.
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