DeliciousMaiden
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He wastes no time in removing her panties. In a trice he has her spread and exposed to his view the smoothness of her sex, adorned with the merest hint of fair down which offers no protection from his sight of her sodden sex. Her eyes lift to his, but his attention is fully focused between her legs. He is silent, the only sound between them is her heavy breaths as she wonders what exactly he intends.
His tongue dips almost before she is aware and drags along to lap at her, the intention clearly to taste her and yet his tongue continues to flick at her pearl drawing a soft gasp at the provocation. She feels her pussy pulse and barely had time to gather herself when his head dives downwards and his mouth latched onto her lips, the sudden suction making her squeal. The cookies would never sate the hunger with which he eats her. She moans as he sucks her hard, as his tongue probes and stabs up inside her gathering all he can in a vain attempt to drink her dry. And yet such is his sweet assault that her sex becomes molten, a constantly flowing pool, running over with every pass of tongue and pulse of passion.
And just as she feels she can take no more, his finger pushes inside her. His hands working to stimulate her as they work in tandem with his tongue and mouth. She cries out, her hips lifting and attempting to buck in response, yet she is pinned and subject to his pace, his direction.
She whimpers weakly, her thighs spreading wider, that slight movement indicating subtly that she has surrendered fully to him. Her sopping sex takes his suction, welcomes his finger clasping and craving that penetration as her essence pours, her body quivers on the edge of release and yet savours being held on that edge; a state in which she would accept almost anything from him ...
His tongue dips almost before she is aware and drags along to lap at her, the intention clearly to taste her and yet his tongue continues to flick at her pearl drawing a soft gasp at the provocation. She feels her pussy pulse and barely had time to gather herself when his head dives downwards and his mouth latched onto her lips, the sudden suction making her squeal. The cookies would never sate the hunger with which he eats her. She moans as he sucks her hard, as his tongue probes and stabs up inside her gathering all he can in a vain attempt to drink her dry. And yet such is his sweet assault that her sex becomes molten, a constantly flowing pool, running over with every pass of tongue and pulse of passion.
And just as she feels she can take no more, his finger pushes inside her. His hands working to stimulate her as they work in tandem with his tongue and mouth. She cries out, her hips lifting and attempting to buck in response, yet she is pinned and subject to his pace, his direction.
She whimpers weakly, her thighs spreading wider, that slight movement indicating subtly that she has surrendered fully to him. Her sopping sex takes his suction, welcomes his finger clasping and craving that penetration as her essence pours, her body quivers on the edge of release and yet savours being held on that edge; a state in which she would accept almost anything from him ...