I prefer not to say how I came to be in the company of this woman for it is not relevant to my memory of her. Let's just say it is an enduring memory.
What I remember is that she had a soft Irish voice and her blonde hair hung straight and very long. In my memory, she is bending over me while I lay naked on a bed, flat on my back with my cock standing straight up and rigid.
Her right hand is holding my cock and she is gently masturbating me.
Her hair is falling straight and around me, forming a curtain-like barrier which is isolating me from the world. And this I remember most clearly, her breasts are falling onto my face. They are very white and soft. She has long nipples, and one is naturally finding its home between my lips. I suck on the pink nipple that is being offered to me. It is a blissful erotic moment.
For those minutes, I existed in a world composed solely of soft sensuous touching. Her nipple in my mouth is sensitive to my greedy tongue which curls around it while her hand is moving on my hard cock. Nothing else exists but her breasts falling onto my face surrounded by her long hair.
On my cock, her hand continues to stroke me in an insistent and regular motion. Her grip is firm but her hand is gentle. She continues until my semen erupts from within me.
That's what I remember. Those few minutes of bliss.
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