Sorry, got distracted with some interviews yesterday
But here's the next part!
Hope the wait was worth it for you
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In the half light from the living room, casting deep shadows across the bedroom walls, I walked forward and knelt beside the edge of the bed.
The rug on the floor cushioning my knees and shins.
Her legs were spread before me, her cunny now hidden in my shadow across her body.
Taking one ankle in hand I pressed my lips against the mesh that encapsulated her body, kissing it, and through it to her shin.
Slowly, stroking a thigh with my other hand, I kissed along her leg. The smooth unbruised skin yeilding to my kisses, until I reached her thigh.
As my kiss found the tender skin she moaned out and shuddered.
Her hand found my head and she guided me to the shadow shrouded cunny that I knew would be slick, warm and waiting for me to taste.
The scent of her filled my nose, the cloying mugginess, slightly bitter.
As my lips passed where the fabric of her body stocking came to an end I extended my tongue, licking and tasting her until the soft bush of pubes brushed my cheek.
Still lost in the darkness I eased a finger into her, and lowered my head to her waiting sex, using the other hand, now no longer stroking her thigh, to part the hair.
The scent of her was strong, not in a dirty way, but instead in a way that only served to arouse me even further.
My lips found the hard nub of her clit, my tongue licking around and over it, causing her to shudder again, to grasp at the quilt under her, fingers clenching tight as she was in turn pleasured.
My tongue drifted down between the cleft of her lips, to where my fingers slowly worked at her.
As a finger slid out, and keeping her well open, my tongue eased in.
The bitterness wasn't unpleasant, it was the reward of what I'd done so far, and I lapped it up.
My tongue teasing her lips then diving again in to her, wriggling and squirming in her as my mouth latched on to her cunny fully.
Her juice, and perhaps my saliva, dribbled down my chin, pooling on the bedding beneath her.
"Oh love... Yes love..." she murmured as I devoured her sex over and over again.
Her hand clamped on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, and she began to buck and writhe, finding her rhythm as I fucked her with my tongue.
Her breathing became harder, forced, her skin flushed with warmth and she came, using my mouth as her personal sex toy.
This wasn't new to me, Eliza had used me the same way any number of times before but this was different some how.
Her hand released my head, the other unclenched from the quilt cover. Her legs eased from the edge of the bed down on to the floor.
I pulled back a little, kissing her thigh again before kissing up her body, across her stomach, past her heavy breasts and finally I found her mouth.
As we kissed I lay beside her, my cock was still hard and her hand naturally found it, stroking the shafts gently.
"And you're divorced why.." she asked with a laugh as our kiss came to an end.
"Work.. I spent a lot of time on the road, home for three, maybe two nights a week more often than not in the end."
She sat upright, leaning over me, looking down at me, her hand still idling with my cock.
She didn't say anything, she just leaned down and kissed me again, long and slowly.
Her tongue in my mouth, kissing along my jawline, licking my ear, nibbling on the lobe and then she changed position.
Her mouth found my cock once more as she knelt on the bed beside me.
I stroked down her body, easing my hand under her, she obligingly opened her legs and my fingers slowly toyed with her cunny as she sucked away on my cock, taking it a few inches down before pulling it out, licking the bellend like a lollypop, kissing down the shaft before swallowing the tip once more.
We slowly played with each other this way for I don't know how long, I wasn't going to be cumming any time soon I realised but she seemed more that happy to suck, lick and swallow my cock over and over as I fingered her.
She shifted position again, I heard a couple of popper buttons undo and I felt my cock slide between her tits, pressing firmly each side of it, slick with spit.
I eased a second finger into her and she pushed down on my hand, her tits slowly wanking me off, she murmured and sighed her pleasure in the half lit room.
The pace became faster suddenly.
"Davis.. Will you cum on my tits..."
I nodded and she eased off my hand, laying back on the bed.
The body stocking had been undone, her arms exposed along with her breasts and stomach.
I knelt beside her, cock in hand, slick from her spit still, leaning over her a little.
Wanking off over her, seeing her half dressed in shadows, watching as she toyed with her own cunny, the noise and scent of her.
Her eyes stayed locked on mine and I brought myself close to the edge.
"Cum with me Zara.." I panted, struggling not to unload all over her straight away.
She frigged herself furiously, writhing as she came.
I couldn't hold back any more, pointing my oh so hard cock down to her gorgeous tits with their huge areola.
As one we each came, each others names on our lips.
My cock spat hard over her, with a force I'd not known since my twenties.
Splattering over her breasts, drenching each in a syrupy thick wad of my cum.
She giggled as some of it oozed between her breasts, tickling the soft skin.
Each giggle caused more to slide down the sides of her breasts, some of it dripping down her ribs to her back.
"I'll go fetch you a towel shall I.."
"Yes Davis"
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