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It was late in the evening. The windows were open and there was enough breeze outside to make the curtains sway. The air was still warm and humid, due to the amount of rain that had fallen. It had been a good night, a few drinks outside in the dimmed lights.
When they had started the night, it was still light, the sun had set 2 hours previously and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky then. This accounted for their overly summery stylish clothes that were now completely wet through.
The rain had soaked through their top layer, the hardness of his nipples were apparent with the ring of hair around them. Her bra was also nearly on display through the cream chiffon top, as it clung to her olive skin, the darkness of her breast was also visible through the fine lace of her cup.
He had noticed this as soon as the rain had covered their clothes, and this prompted a dozen long kisses as the warm rain showered them.
They reached their hotel room. The air conditioning had been on all day. The storm had been the last thing they had expected. As they moved inside the room, the cold dry air already causing her nipples to harden instantly, poking through both bra and top. He ran the shower as a gesture for them to quickly warm up. The warmth from the shower mixing with the cool air from the room and instantly condensing into a thick mist, the goose pimples of anticipation.
He helped her out of her top, he was already naked. She gasped as the wet material touched her warming body. Her nipples were still very hard, distinct, inviting. As he threw her top to the ground, they cupped her breasts, the warmness of his hands against her cool bra, again making her sigh out loudly. His thumbs rubbed again her nipples, both of them together. Her head fell back, her dark hair cascading, her neck vulnerable but wanting. He moved up to kiss her neck, a light nibble, a lick, a quick short blow and the affects felt spontaneously by his thumbs as her nipples shrunk and hardened more. Another kiss, a gentle bite, a louder groan. Her arms moved around his neck, clamping his head in place, signalling her pleasure at his assertions.
His hands moved round to her back, as his mouth played continuous attention to her neck. He found the clasps of her bra and expertly undid them. With both clasps in his hands, he moved them around her sides to the front, her arms already moving to help release her. As his hands came round the front, he dropped the bra and supported her full breasts with both hands. He lowered his head, hovered his mouth over both nipples as he pushed them together. As his mouth moved on to them, the coolness of them still noticeable, but this soon subsided as he delicately sucked them. Not wanting to cause any discomfort as they were so erect.
She pulled him against her; she needed to feel the warmth of his body against her. They sighed as their bodies clung together. She sighed again as she felt his hardness against her. Her hand wondered down, stroking his chest on the way down, smoothing the top of his thigh before moving inside his legs to cup his balls, his heavy balls. They were cold too, this coolness had caused the scrotum to tighten. As her hand cupped, the tightness loosening slightly, she could feel the soft smooth skin of his shaven balls. Her hands massaged them, he would buck gently away as her hands closed, and he’d groan and twitch. She ran her hand over his shaft, she gripped it then let go. Her hand was arousing, exciting him. As she gripped his cock again, she stroked it. Gripping the loose skin and pulling his foreskin up. She looked down. She saw signs of his arousal, the glistening of pre-cum seeping through his foreskin. Her index finger, painted expertly in the brightest sex, explored his foreskin. She circled the loose end of it, feeling the slightly sticky texture of his tempting secretions. She licked her finger. Tasting the slightly salty juice and has she moved her finger back, she placed it over the eye of his cock. The glistening of mixed spit and pre-cum. As she moved her fingers away, the string of juice stretching out.
His hands found the zip to her skirt, cunningly, he moved the zip. As he pushed it down it followed the contours of her bum. He always had a thing for shapely rounded bums. He found the contours fascinating and has on many occasions while she was sleeping just moved a finger or two over her hips so he could remind himself of how round they were. As the zip stopped, with both hands, he moved her skirt gently off her hips and let it fall to the ground. As he moved his hands up over her nylon clad legs, he reminded himself of the fact she never wore tights. His nails smoothed back up, dragging waves of the sheerest hold ups until he reached the seam at the top and then he scratched over the top of her legs. She gasped as the heat from his scratches pulsated through her body.
The room was now clouded with steam, the shower was running full. She pulled his arm and he followed her to the bathroom. She stepped out of her heels as she entered the bathroom, he eagerly followed. Then, she stunned him by walking directly into the shower cubicle. He wasn’t expecting that and she knew it. The water cascaded down her body, collecting in waterfalls from her breasts and trickling over her back, arms and down the fineness of her stockings. This site has aroused him more, as he twitched back to hard, the collection of cum had gathered around the tip of his cock. The water washed it away before she had time to clear it for him. This made her only much more determined to not be beaten.
She pushed him against the coldness of the shower closet. He arched his back at it came into contact with his back. She pushed him against it and this time her intent was more than his to resist. With the water aimed on his torso and splashing over her hair, she moved on to one knee, she gripped his cock at the base, pulling the balls forward as she did, she lowered her mouth. The anticipation was building, the trickling water over the swollen end of his cock was making him tremble enough but this added feeling of expectation was causing him to bend forward. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue flicked against his reddening head, he twitched, the smooth skin stretched as he did, and a long groan leaked out. Her tongue explored his tip, she would move her hands up his shaft so his foreskin collected and then slide her tongue inside and around it. She knew he loved the sensation of her tongue moving tightly around his glan, he would arch forward but also groan. As her tongue circled inside his foreskin it would rub against the underside of it, that special collection of nerves that makes every man whimper in pleasure. He moved his fingers through her hair, it was heavy with water but he gripped it the way she liked. He would pull it gently and moved his hand and hear head would move in time. He moved her head up and down his shaft, but she wasn’t going to have it this time. Holding on to his strong thighs, she regained control of her head. She looked up, her mouth full with half his cock, as smiled as much as his cock would allow, she winked and then slowly, she moved her head up and down his shaft. Until her nose nestled in the tidiness of his trimmed hair before retching and gagging as the end of his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He loved her doing this. He liked the pure baseness and dirtiness. The mixing of pleasuring someone you love by taking it to the limits of your body. As she retched, she would grab his cock tight so he wouldn’t pull it away. After 2 or 3 more full strokes of her mouth, she pulled his perfectly erect cock out. Her mouth would slide up and down the side of his shaft. Before holding it and slapping herself on the face with it. As she continued fellating him, she moved a hand down to her pussy. She always liked her pussy. She made sure it was smooth. She used hair removal cream so that she didn’t get any shaving rash. She liked the way her pussy looked when she was at ease. The inner lips would show and naturally part either side. She always thought this made it seem welcoming. AS she continued sucking, she could already feel the swollenness of her outer lips, they were full and red. As she moved her fingers inside, she gripped inside easily as her juices allowed. She didn’t move her fingers, but held tightly inside as if she was caught short for the toilet. She would bounce on her knees and together this bouncing, gripping action created the smallest ripple of pleasure to build up inside. She was proud to know how her pussy worked. As she bounced, her sucking became more vigorous, more unfocused but more intense too. She knew that he knew what her other hand was doing.
She withdraw his cock from her mouth, she still gripped it with her other hand, She pulled her up and went to kiss him. They kissed slow and long. When they did break he moved her hand to his mouth to taste the sweetness that her hand had collected. The essence was immense, the sweet and sharp taste, clean yet so dirty.
They climbed out of the shower, her stocking still soaking. He pushed her onto the bed. As she fell back and rested, he pulled the stocking off. She laid dripping on to the towel that she had placed on the bed. He was positioned at the foot of the bed. He rested his knees on to the mattress but still supported by his feet on the floor. He usher her foot to his shoulder. He started to dry her legs with the towel he had. Soft, long and gentle rubs with the towel, moving from her thigh down towards her foot. She was always at his mercy when he was being gentle. It was the intensity and determination of his actions that she submitted to. They didn’t need to be forceful or rough. It was the intent that made them powerful.
As he dried her legs with light patting with the towel, he would follow them with soft kisses. Wistful kisses from her ankles towards her knees. Her legs pushed gently back so he could kiss the smooth and soft skin of the back of her legs. He legs stretched and aching. As he moved back, he would reach further forward to dry her thighs, inner thighs and the back of her legs too.
Each time he reaches forward, her legs would open slightly more, a sign of wanting or just to be dry. Their games were often mental and an attempt to tempt the other just so they could shut the door, but tonight was different. Tonight was about wanting, no pretence, and no hidden agendas. The electricity between them was plain for both of them to read. This was about spontaneity and reciprocity.
As he moved forward again, he legs parted, the soft smell of her juices floated to his nose, he sighed. He moved closer to her smooth pussy, as her legs opened more, he let go of the towel and continued by massaging the inside of her thighs. This surprised her. She opened up more and as he reached the top of her thighs, he stopped, he bent his back more and as he did her legs bent with them. This made her open up more. He had her just where he wanted, vulnerable and exposed. She had him just where she wanted too. He moved his fingers upwards, slowly slid them against her inner thigh. As he moved his fingers, his body followed, slowly moving upwards. Running his tongue along her leg from her knee, higher and higher. His licks turning into kisses. The softness of the inner thigh has always been one of the more erotic parts of a woman’s body for him. It’s always been the boundary between the functional leg and the intimacy of the women’s sexual organs. In this area, senses can be deceived. A tickle can become more depending on how much pressure is asserted. The softest touch can echo and ripple throughout. These boundaries always interested him.
His kisses start to become longer, more like very gentle sucks, his tongue would also start moving in small circular motions as if massaging. These were located in any one position for any amount of time. They were more random. As each kiss was placed, the pressure of the sucking, the movement of his tongue would all change. He intended on letting her know where he would be concentrating on but keeping her in the dark as to what she’d actually feel. In her mind he was being unfair, but with the attention and the sensations he was giving she wasn’t going to complain. Not yet anyway. As his movement kept going, he accidentally brushed his nose against her pussy. It wasn’t very hard but with her swollen lips and the way her nerves were tingling it was like he purposely done it. The rush of blood that followed, the racing of her heart and the quickening of her breathing were all signs he had seen before. She gasped in surprise and then it subsided in to a pleasing sigh.
His train of thought had been interrupted. He stopped with the random kisses and went to flick his tongue against her inner lips that were showing. She raised her hips gently. He did it again and again. This time she was ready for it but instead he licked against her lips. His tongue sliding between them and the tip getting the faintest taste of her honey. She gasped! His hands moved beneath the cheeks of her bum, upside down so he could hold them in his palm. She knew what was coming. In one movement he closed his palms to grab both her cheeks and then pull her down the bed. His tongue, nose and eyes were now within an inch from her pussy and her bum. Without moving his head, his pushed his tongue out precisely. It brushed against her pussy before piercing her lips again. This time he moved slightly forward, his nose just nudging against the front her pussy, just up from the hardening button of her clitoris. This time as he thrust his tongue forward, he tongue delved deeper in to her pussy. The warming sensation of her juices more evident and as she raised her hips his nose rubbed against her clit. She gasped for breath, too many sensations all too soon and all unexpected. He also groaned when he felt how much he could taste her now. His hands raised her slightly; he turned his head around to try to get deeper inside her. He started lapping between her lips, flicking his tongue when he thought he was more inside. Her legs were trembling with every lick he gave.
His tongue movements changed from quick flicks to longer strokes. More intrusive, more intent, much more intense too. He curled his tongue as he felt the small opening within her lips. The taste of her honey growing stronger. The smell filling his lungs. His body reacting as he felt his own juices seep from his cock. He pushed his tongue deep inside. Making it as hard as he could. Darting in and out of her opening hole, her body writhed with every thrust. Her hands reached down, searching until they found the back of his head. Her fingers through his hair and holding him in place. As his tongue continued to thrust inside she moved her hips so her clit would also feel his tongue actions. Her clitoris vibrated against the bumps of his tongue like a needle in the grove of a record. Her legs pushing her body higher, digging into the bed as she tried to hold him in place with her knees. These were signs he recognised before, and he pushed his tongue harder inside and against her than ever before. He deep panting rippling against the wetness caused by his frantic licking and the escaped juices of her pleasures. Her breathing, erratic and uncontrolled. She tensed up her legs again, raising her back and arching, he pulled her closed, deeper and just as he felt her legs clamping against his head, he moved his moved around her clitoris and sucked for all his worth. She screamed out as he held his breath whilst he carried on sucking. He couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to breathe. He wanted to keep every intense feeling going. Her legs clamped stronger. He sucked harder, kneading her clit with his tongue at the same time. She screamed out again as she arched her back. Her hands gripping his hair tight and pulling him closer; and as the heat in his lungs increased, like a ball of fire, with his last effort before this ball jumped out of his lungs, he sucked again and this time, she screamed out as she gripped the sheets on the bed. As she did, she came. Her trembling torso, shuddering, the pulsating inside her pussy, releasing her juices, she relaxed her body, breathing heavily but controlled. Her legs fell on to the bed, her grip on the covers relaxed. He lapped more at her pussy than thrusting inside. As he lapped up her ample juices, her groans subsided. His breathing slowed and deepened and as he pulled away, he blow gently against her pussy and clit. She cooed at the cooling affect he was giving. Her trembling still rippling over her body but less erratic. Only taking her by surprised when some cool air flowed against her clit. But it was welcoming.
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"This was written for me by a friend. Found it a real turn on, hope others do too
It was late in the evening. The windows were open and there was enough breeze outside to make the curtains sway. The air was still warm and humid, due to the amount of rain that had fallen. It had been a good night, a few drinks outside in the dimmed lights.
When they had started the night, it was still light, the sun had set 2 hours previously and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky then. This accounted for their overly summery stylish clothes that were now completely wet through.
The rain had soaked through their top layer, the hardness of his nipples were apparent with the ring of hair around them. Her bra was also nearly on display through the cream chiffon top, as it clung to her olive skin, the darkness of her breast was also visible through the fine lace of her cup.
He had noticed this as soon as the rain had covered their clothes, and this prompted a dozen long kisses as the warm rain showered them.
They reached their hotel room. The air conditioning had been on all day. The storm had been the last thing they had expected. As they moved inside the room, the cold dry air already causing her nipples to harden instantly, poking through both bra and top. He ran the shower as a gesture for them to quickly warm up. The warmth from the shower mixing with the cool air from the room and instantly condensing into a thick mist, the goose pimples of anticipation.
He helped her out of her top, he was already naked. She gasped as the wet material touched her warming body. Her nipples were still very hard, distinct, inviting. As he threw her top to the ground, they cupped her breasts, the warmness of his hands against her cool bra, again making her sigh out loudly. His thumbs rubbed again her nipples, both of them together. Her head fell back, her dark hair cascading, her neck vulnerable but wanting. He moved up to kiss her neck, a light nibble, a lick, a quick short blow and the affects felt spontaneously by his thumbs as her nipples shrunk and hardened more. Another kiss, a gentle bite, a louder groan. Her arms moved around his neck, clamping his head in place, signalling her pleasure at his assertions.
His hands moved round to her back, as his mouth played continuous attention to her neck. He found the clasps of her bra and expertly undid them. With both clasps in his hands, he moved them around her sides to the front, her arms already moving to help release her. As his hands came round the front, he dropped the bra and supported her full breasts with both hands. He lowered his head, hovered his mouth over both nipples as he pushed them together. As his mouth moved on to them, the coolness of them still noticeable, but this soon subsided as he delicately sucked them. Not wanting to cause any discomfort as they were so erect.
She pulled him against her; she needed to feel the warmth of his body against her. They sighed as their bodies clung together. She sighed again as she felt his hardness against her. Her hand wondered down, stroking his chest on the way down, smoothing the top of his thigh before moving inside his legs to cup his balls, his heavy balls. They were cold too, this coolness had caused the scrotum to tighten. As her hand cupped, the tightness loosening slightly, she could feel the soft smooth skin of his shaven balls. Her hands massaged them, he would buck gently away as her hands closed, and he’d groan and twitch. She ran her hand over his shaft, she gripped it then let go. Her hand was arousing, exciting him. As she gripped his cock again, she stroked it. Gripping the loose skin and pulling his foreskin up. She looked down. She saw signs of his arousal, the glistening of pre-cum seeping through his foreskin. Her index finger, painted expertly in the brightest sex, explored his foreskin. She circled the loose end of it, feeling the slightly sticky texture of his tempting secretions. She licked her finger. Tasting the slightly salty juice and has she moved her finger back, she placed it over the eye of his cock. The glistening of mixed spit and pre-cum. As she moved her fingers away, the string of juice stretching out.
His hands found the zip to her skirt, cunningly, he moved the zip. As he pushed it down it followed the contours of her bum. He always had a thing for shapely rounded bums. He found the contours fascinating and has on many occasions while she was sleeping just moved a finger or two over her hips so he could remind himself of how round they were. As the zip stopped, with both hands, he moved her skirt gently off her hips and let it fall to the ground. As he moved his hands up over her nylon clad legs, he reminded himself of the fact she never wore tights. His nails smoothed back up, dragging waves of the sheerest hold ups until he reached the seam at the top and then he scratched over the top of her legs. She gasped as the heat from his scratches pulsated through her body.
The room was now clouded with steam, the shower was running full. She pulled his arm and he followed her to the bathroom. She stepped out of her heels as she entered the bathroom, he eagerly followed. Then, she stunned him by walking directly into the shower cubicle. He wasn’t expecting that and she knew it. The water cascaded down her body, collecting in waterfalls from her breasts and trickling over her back, arms and down the fineness of her stockings. This site has aroused him more, as he twitched back to hard, the collection of cum had gathered around the tip of his cock. The water washed it away before she had time to clear it for him. This made her only much more determined to not be beaten.
She pushed him against the coldness of the shower closet. He arched his back at it came into contact with his back. She pushed him against it and this time her intent was more than his to resist. With the water aimed on his torso and splashing over her hair, she moved on to one knee, she gripped his cock at the base, pulling the balls forward as she did, she lowered her mouth. The anticipation was building, the trickling water over the swollen end of his cock was making him tremble enough but this added feeling of expectation was causing him to bend forward. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue flicked against his reddening head, he twitched, the smooth skin stretched as he did, and a long groan leaked out. Her tongue explored his tip, she would move her hands up his shaft so his foreskin collected and then slide her tongue inside and around it. She knew he loved the sensation of her tongue moving tightly around his glan, he would arch forward but also groan. As her tongue circled inside his foreskin it would rub against the underside of it, that special collection of nerves that makes every man whimper in pleasure. He moved his fingers through her hair, it was heavy with water but he gripped it the way she liked. He would pull it gently and moved his hand and hear head would move in time. He moved her head up and down his shaft, but she wasn’t going to have it this time. Holding on to his strong thighs, she regained control of her head. She looked up, her mouth full with half his cock, as smiled as much as his cock would allow, she winked and then slowly, she moved her head up and down his shaft. Until her nose nestled in the tidiness of his trimmed hair before retching and gagging as the end of his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He loved her doing this. He liked the pure baseness and dirtiness. The mixing of pleasuring someone you love by taking it to the limits of your body. As she retched, she would grab his cock tight so he wouldn’t pull it away. After 2 or 3 more full strokes of her mouth, she pulled his perfectly erect cock out. Her mouth would slide up and down the side of his shaft. Before holding it and slapping herself on the face with it. As she continued fellating him, she moved a hand down to her pussy. She always liked her pussy. She made sure it was smooth. She used hair removal cream so that she didn’t get any shaving rash. She liked the way her pussy looked when she was at ease. The inner lips would show and naturally part either side. She always thought this made it seem welcoming. AS she continued sucking, she could already feel the swollenness of her outer lips, they were full and red. As she moved her fingers inside, she gripped inside easily as her juices allowed. She didn’t move her fingers, but held tightly inside as if she was caught short for the toilet. She would bounce on her knees and together this bouncing, gripping action created the smallest ripple of pleasure to build up inside. She was proud to know how her pussy worked. As she bounced, her sucking became more vigorous, more unfocused but more intense too. She knew that he knew what her other hand was doing.
She withdraw his cock from her mouth, she still gripped it with her other hand, She pulled her up and went to kiss him. They kissed slow and long. When they did break he moved her hand to his mouth to taste the sweetness that her hand had collected. The essence was immense, the sweet and sharp taste, clean yet so dirty.
They climbed out of the shower, her stocking still soaking. He pushed her onto the bed. As she fell back and rested, he pulled the stocking off. She laid dripping on to the towel that she had placed on the bed. He was positioned at the foot of the bed. He rested his knees on to the mattress but still supported by his feet on the floor. He usher her foot to his shoulder. He started to dry her legs with the towel he had. Soft, long and gentle rubs with the towel, moving from her thigh down towards her foot. She was always at his mercy when he was being gentle. It was the intensity and determination of his actions that she submitted to. They didn’t need to be forceful or rough. It was the intent that made them powerful.
As he dried her legs with light patting with the towel, he would follow them with soft kisses. Wistful kisses from her ankles towards her knees. Her legs pushed gently back so he could kiss the smooth and soft skin of the back of her legs. He legs stretched and aching. As he moved back, he would reach further forward to dry her thighs, inner thighs and the back of her legs too.
Each time he reaches forward, her legs would open slightly more, a sign of wanting or just to be dry. Their games were often mental and an attempt to tempt the other just so they could shut the door, but tonight was different. Tonight was about wanting, no pretence, and no hidden agendas. The electricity between them was plain for both of them to read. This was about spontaneity and reciprocity.
As he moved forward again, he legs parted, the soft smell of her juices floated to his nose, he sighed. He moved closer to her smooth pussy, as her legs opened more, he let go of the towel and continued by massaging the inside of her thighs. This surprised her. She opened up more and as he reached the top of her thighs, he stopped, he bent his back more and as he did her legs bent with them. This made her open up more. He had her just where he wanted, vulnerable and exposed. She had him just where she wanted too. He moved his fingers upwards, slowly slid them against her inner thigh. As he moved his fingers, his body followed, slowly moving upwards. Running his tongue along her leg from her knee, higher and higher. His licks turning into kisses. The softness of the inner thigh has always been one of the more erotic parts of a woman’s body for him. It’s always been the boundary between the functional leg and the intimacy of the women’s sexual organs. In this area, senses can be deceived. A tickle can become more depending on how much pressure is asserted. The softest touch can echo and ripple throughout. These boundaries always interested him.
His kisses start to become longer, more like very gentle sucks, his tongue would also start moving in small circular motions as if massaging. These were located in any one position for any amount of time. They were more random. As each kiss was placed, the pressure of the sucking, the movement of his tongue would all change. He intended on letting her know where he would be concentrating on but keeping her in the dark as to what she’d actually feel. In her mind he was being unfair, but with the attention and the sensations he was giving she wasn’t going to complain. Not yet anyway. As his movement kept going, he accidentally brushed his nose against her pussy. It wasn’t very hard but with her swollen lips and the way her nerves were tingling it was like he purposely done it. The rush of blood that followed, the racing of her heart and the quickening of her breathing were all signs he had seen before. She gasped in surprise and then it subsided in to a pleasing sigh.
His train of thought had been interrupted. He stopped with the random kisses and went to flick his tongue against her inner lips that were showing. She raised her hips gently. He did it again and again. This time she was ready for it but instead he licked against her lips. His tongue sliding between them and the tip getting the faintest taste of her honey. She gasped! His hands moved beneath the cheeks of her bum, upside down so he could hold them in his palm. She knew what was coming. In one movement he closed his palms to grab both her cheeks and then pull her down the bed. His tongue, nose and eyes were now within an inch from her pussy and her bum. Without moving his head, his pushed his tongue out precisely. It brushed against her pussy before piercing her lips again. This time he moved slightly forward, his nose just nudging against the front her pussy, just up from the hardening button of her clitoris. This time as he thrust his tongue forward, he tongue delved deeper in to her pussy. The warming sensation of her juices more evident and as she raised her hips his nose rubbed against her clit. She gasped for breath, too many sensations all too soon and all unexpected. He also groaned when he felt how much he could taste her now. His hands raised her slightly; he turned his head around to try to get deeper inside her. He started lapping between her lips, flicking his tongue when he thought he was more inside. Her legs were trembling with every lick he gave.
His tongue movements changed from quick flicks to longer strokes. More intrusive, more intent, much more intense too. He curled his tongue as he felt the small opening within her lips. The taste of her honey growing stronger. The smell filling his lungs. His body reacting as he felt his own juices seep from his cock. He pushed his tongue deep inside. Making it as hard as he could. Darting in and out of her opening hole, her body writhed with every thrust. Her hands reached down, searching until they found the back of his head. Her fingers through his hair and holding him in place. As his tongue continued to thrust inside she moved her hips so her clit would also feel his tongue actions. Her clitoris vibrated against the bumps of his tongue like a needle in the grove of a record. Her legs pushing her body higher, digging into the bed as she tried to hold him in place with her knees. These were signs he recognised before, and he pushed his tongue harder inside and against her than ever before. He deep panting rippling against the wetness caused by his frantic licking and the escaped juices of her pleasures. Her breathing, erratic and uncontrolled. She tensed up her legs again, raising her back and arching, he pulled her closed, deeper and just as he felt her legs clamping against his head, he moved his moved around her clitoris and sucked for all his worth. She screamed out as he held his breath whilst he carried on sucking. He couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to breathe. He wanted to keep every intense feeling going. Her legs clamped stronger. He sucked harder, kneading her clit with his tongue at the same time. She screamed out again as she arched her back. Her hands gripping his hair tight and pulling him closer; and as the heat in his lungs increased, like a ball of fire, with his last effort before this ball jumped out of his lungs, he sucked again and this time, she screamed out as she gripped the sheets on the bed. As she did, she came. Her trembling torso, shuddering, the pulsating inside her pussy, releasing her juices, she relaxed her body, breathing heavily but controlled. Her legs fell on to the bed, her grip on the covers relaxed. He lapped more at her pussy than thrusting inside. As he lapped up her ample juices, her groans subsided. His breathing slowed and deepened and as he pulled away, he blow gently against her pussy and clit. She cooed at the cooling affect he was giving. Her trembling still rippling over her body but less erratic. Only taking her by surprised when some cool air flowed against her clit. But it was welcoming.
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