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We'd just about finished getting dressed to out go for a fancy dinner and couldn't resist a quickie. There was no time to set up the usual cameras so we grabbed the GoPro and made you this. Turns out there was enough time... just! Hope you enjoy joining us for a quickie! Included music is from our subscription to Universal Music for Creators.
In this video I explore the power dynamic role play of being 'Mummy', which is something I enjoy. I talk out loud whilst touching myself, I was really turned on and came hard. I am excited to share this to celebrate all of our kinks! I also think it is important to show that we all have different things that turn us on and whilst me and my husband have an insatiable appetite for each other and explore/share many things in our love life, this isn't one of them and that's okay <3
We woke up in perfect harmony… Eyes lingering, skin brushing skin, with that sweet, electric tension humming between us. The morning unfolded in whispers... gentle touches, stolen glances, a quiet dance of desire. Breakfast could wait. This time, we chose to taste each other first… slowly, fully, like a secret we didn’t want to end.
From the guest room, I called out to him, asking to be satisfied. He came ready to give himself completely… and brought along a little toy to heighten every sensation. Outside, the steady beat of drums echoed from the neighborhood football match. But here at home, it was a different game entirely and I was the one setting the pace. I savored his lips on mine… but I didn’t let him go any further.
A slow and meandering beginning finding our rhythm making love in the woods is interrupted unexpectedly!
A horny and fairly vanilla video of us having sex in our bed at home. I love it when it feels like he is using me lovingly. And I hope it brings you so much pleasure!
On this morning, I found myself meditating at my altar space: listening, extending questions, finding gratitude and presence. Somehow presence with the spiritual often arouses my body. I grabbed a vibrator, stripped my clothes and came back to this sacred space naked, to honor my pleasure. I was almost late to work from fully releasing into this moment with myself 🙏🏽💦
Pure devoted time to worshipping my husbands literally perfect cock! How am I so lucky to be the one with full access to praise, suck, slap, spit on, lick and taste his addictive cock? 🫠🫠 maybe we don't need to know, we can just observe the magic together!
I love the way our mornings start — slow, warm, and full of love. He holds me close, kisses my neck, traces my skin like he’s memorizing every inch. There’s no rush, just us. When he goes down on me, it’s with such care and intention — like it’s his favorite way to say “I love you.” Then he slowly enters me, face to face, our lips meeting, our bodies moving in rhythm. We stay connected the whole time, even when we shift to our favorite side position. I feel safe, desired, adored. This is what making love looks like for us. Soft, real, and deeply intimate. I hope it touches you too.
Yesterday we had an idea, we were curious about what our sex looks like from above. Unfortunately, we don't have a mirror on the ceiling, so we can't look at ourselves during the process, and so we decided to put a camera on the ceiling and film our lovemaking, it turned out very beautiful, and we decided to share this video with you too! Enjoy with us and don't forget to write your comments and give us feedback, we love you very much!
I must confess… I have struggled to fully embrace my sensuality. Being shaped by a religious upbringing, and only having two real romantic relationships (one in my early 20s and another in my late 30s), makes me realize the lack of love experiences I’ve had so far in this lifetime. The absence of deep, sustained love… of being held, touched, and cherished in romance, has left me feeling speechless. And now, as I stand at the sacred threshold of 40 on March 5, I feel a shift. Grief and longing intertwine, urging me to alchemize my hidden ache into outward pleasure. I crave intimacy—not just to be seen, but to be felt, touched, and held. For the past few months, I’ve realized I have to reclaim my sexuality and hold myself into pleasure. Perhaps this is the deeper calling I’ve been needing all along. Entering my midlife era revealing the sensual aspects of me. To be seen, accepted, and celebrated in my fullness. To bloom like a rose… soft yet powerful, unfolding in its own time. This is my Sunday morning confession: an unraveling, an invitation, an awakening.
Early April of '24 Zeke and I were in Bali, on the cusp of our lives diverging, but the sex was still so sweet and orgasmic. I really love this video because it's sex the way I like it. Sweet and sensual make outs, me teasing his manhood, and him reigning it in so I can take control. I love lying back and enjoying myself with a vibrator, his finger, and finally his cock. I love it when I get to play with getting so close to my climax, and he has to hold himself on the edge waiting for me. I love feeling myself let go while he's sucking on my nipples and giving me soft kisses. The way he watches me expectantly and how he murmurs sweet things to me. In the end he tells me sorry, and I'm like, what are you apologizing for? And he says, I came. He didn't want to cum yet, but sometimes you can't keep on holding on. We made a mess (:, clean-up included of course!
The day had been long, and the warm atmosphere of the room only amplified the exhaustion. She was lying on the bed, her loose shirt barely covering her figure. He was sitting at his desk in front of the computer, with a perfect view of everything. "Comfortable over there?" he asked without taking his eyes off the monitor, though he already knew the answer. "Could be better," she replied with an exaggerated sigh, stretching a bit further across the sheets. He let out a small laugh, turning in his chair to look at her. "I could help with that." She raised an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "How?" "A massage. You’re clearly tense. And no isn’t an option." Before she could respond, he had already crossed the room, bottle of oil in hand. She positioned herself face down on the bed, letting him sit beside her. "Trust me," he said as he poured the oil into his hands, warming it before sliding them onto her shoulders. The movements were firm, calculated, but carried more than just a relaxing intent. His hands glided smoothly, slowly moving down toward her lower back. The scent of the oil filled the air, along with a tension neither of them mentioned but both could feel. Occasionally, he let his hand drop in a light slap on her backside, followed by deeper strokes. "Relax everything, it’ll do you good," he said in a soft tone that barely masked his amusement. She responded with a faint sigh, though the flush in her cheeks was obvious. One of those slaps was firmer, drawing a small flinch from her. "Does that help with circulation too?" she asked sarcastically, not turning to look at him. "Definitely," he replied with a low chuckle. The strokes became slower, more deliberate. One of his hands slid down to the back of her thighs, barely grazing the fabric of her underwear, while the other remained steady on the curve of her waist. "You know you’re playing with fire, right?" she murmured, turning her head slightly toward him. "And if I am?" he replied, leaning a little closer. She said nothing else. She simply moved a hand back, finding her target with precision, drawing a small gasp from him. He tried to keep his composure, but every movement of hers pushed him closer to the edge. Their breaths mingled in the heavy air of the room. She continued, slow but deliberate, while he tried to hold himself together, his hands still caressing her skin. When he finally lost control, a low groan escaped him, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. She, on the other hand, slowly turned to look at him, a satisfied and dangerous smile on her lips. "Is that all you’ve got?" she asked, her voice dripping with challenge. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and a smirk spread across his face. "Not even close." The game was far from over, and they both knew it.
The hotel was simple yet charming, with a small bathroom adorned with tiles worn by time. The door closed carefully, shutting out the bustle of the coastal town where the vacation had taken root. The mirror reflected a slightly flushed face, a timid smile as the faucet turned, releasing a stream of water. The hot water began to flow, filling the room with a light mist. The robe slipped to the floor, exposing skin to the humid air. Stepping under the stream, the body arched slightly, as if the heat had drawn out a sigh that had been held back all day. The sensation was exquisite: water cascading over shoulders, sliding down the back, enveloping in an embrace seemingly designed for that moment. With closed eyes, thoughts began to wander, surrendering to the simple pleasure of being alone, at peace, far from everything. Hands moved to the neck, gently massaging as the steam filled every corner. Fingers traveled with an almost reverent slowness, tracing along the collarbones, exploring with the kind of freedom only granted when no one else is watching. There was something intoxicating about that instant, a connection with the body that hadn’t been felt in a long time. The forehead rested against the cool tiles, breaths shallow while giving in to the sensations coursing through every inch. The water kept falling, muffling the soft sighs that escaped parted lips. There was an electricity in the air, a spark ignited right there, and there was no rush to extinguish it. When the shower finally ended, the skin glowed as if bathed in light, and the smile was different: calmer, more confident. The towel wrapped around with a whisper of fabric against skin, and the fogged mirror reflected something new. That night, the hotel wouldn’t be the only keeper of secrets.
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The rain tapped gently against the bedroom window, filling the quiet afternoon with a soft rhythm. Outside, the gray sky dimmed the light, creating a cozy atmosphere inside that only they shared. He lay stretched out on the bed, absorbed in his phone, his eyes half-closed under the warmth of the blankets and the calming sound of the rain. She, nestled beside him, glanced at him with a spark of mischief lighting up her face. Without a word, she leaned closer, her lips curving in a playful smile. Her fingers began tracing his chest lightly, skimming over his shirt in a way that made him look up, momentarily pulled away from his screen. “Did you know I’m not a fan of competing with that screen?” she whispered, her lips brushing his neck softly. He didn’t reply, just smiled as his phone slipped from his hands, forgotten on the sheets. The warmth between them filled the room with an electric sweetness. She didn’t stop looking at him, her gaze filled with both affection and a mischievous glint. In whispers and gentle touches, they let the moment carry them, wrapped in the afternoon’s warmth and the rain’s melody. Each kiss, each caress matched the rhythm of the drops outside until their bodies found a rhythm of their own, an intimate dance shared only between them. At last, as their shared sighs softened into silence, she snuggled closer, her arms around him, whispering his name with a tender smile. The rain continued outside, a gentle soundtrack to their quiet, perfect moment.
He had a long day at work. I wanted to show him he was appreciated with some head and a passionate fuck and he rewarded me with a little treat.