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Lusty Lit No. 3 A Liberating Winter Night

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Lusty Lit No. 3 A Liberating Winter Night

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The cold air made her breath fog as he struggled to put his rigid keys into the tight slit. The anticipation was agonizing. He slipped inside with one swift motion before pushing the door open. The couple hurried inside into their secluded cabin. As Matt turned the deadbolt, Allison's eyes fell upon the gorgeous piece of furniture sitting near the fireplace. Her husband had finally gotten rid of the ratty couch. However, she was not expecting to find the Liberator Hipster in the living room of their winter getaway.

"Don't worry, we will be taking that home with us." He chuckled and kissed her neck. "I just wanted to test it out here so no one could hear how loud you will be screaming."

"Oh really?" She asked playfully. He tenderly placed kisses up and down her neck. Allison softly moaned while she felt the excitement growing through layers of clothes. They wanted each other so badly but there was a chill they could feel within their bones. He lightly nibbled her earlobe. She bit her bottom lip. Matt was getting carried away. She turned to him to quickly give him a peck on the cheek.
Allison hurried to the liberator and lay upon it. The fire crackled next to her. She closed her eyes and sighed. The heat of the flames washed over her body while the Hipster hugged her curves in the right places. Matt quickly stripped himself of his damp clothes. He advised her that she should do the same unless she wanted to catch a cold.

She kicked her feet in the air and whimpered in a cute way. Being the kindhearted caregiver that he was, he rushed over to remove her footgear. Allison enjoyed being pampered as he removed her cold outer gear. Her sweater clung to her breasts. He gently kissed her on the forehead and announced he would be right back.

Matt disappeared into the kitchen. There was one thing they both needed before giving into their heated carnal desires. She stretched out her arms and got comfortable. Her mind started to race with thoughts of all the ways he could take her on the curvy Hipster. She idly ran a hand across her erect nipple. It felt so sensitive through the coarse fabric. Her fingers sensually traveled down her torso. If he did not return soon, she was going to have fun without him.

The beeping of the microwave snapped her out of her fleeting fantasy. Allison sat up as he brought her a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating at the top. They clinked their glasses together.

"To liberating adventures once we warm up." He toasted while patting the Hipster.

"I second that." She chimed in.

He took a sip of the steaming beverage. "Mmmmm, this won't be the only sweet thing I taste tonight."

Allison took a bite of the gooey marshmallows. "And surely this won't be the only sticky white substance to cover my lips."

Matt set his glass aside and kissed her fully. She managed to barely place her mug down in time to kiss him back with a fiery passion. He muttered he loved her as Allison's nails dug into the back of his sweater.

"I love you too." She replied as his fingertips ventured under her top. Excitement charged the air as pieces of clothes were thrown randomly around the room. All Matt needed was to see her naked body spread across their new piece of furniture. She was vulnerable and open to him in the best of ways. Allison felt his hands shaking with desire. He must have desperately wanted to get his rigid object into her tight slit. Luckily for her, like with all things, he took his time finding the hole and made her yearn with anticipation.
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