Houstonguy30
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"God that feels so good!!!! Don't stop"
I don’t. I have no desire to. I continue licking your pussy. I press a finger into you and feel around for your g-spot. I finally find the rough patch at the top of your vagina and I begin to press into it, circling my finger around, finding where you like the pressure the most. While I’m doing this I lick slow licks against your clitoris. Coming from all sides, making sure I give the magic little button as much attention as it deserves. I kiss it, then lick it, then kiss it again. Long licks, followed by light flicks. Then again.
Your taste is divine. I want to end my day every day doing this. I want to start every morning worshipping your beauty between your legs.
Then my favorite part. Your hand on my head, grasping my hair, Trying desperately to move my head to “the spot” that will make you cum. I allow you to pull me closer, almost into you. I continue my assault, but now faster. Learning the speed at which your hand relaxes a bit in my hair, silently telling me ‘yeah, that’s it… right there.. that fast.’
I don’t. I have no desire to. I continue licking your pussy. I press a finger into you and feel around for your g-spot. I finally find the rough patch at the top of your vagina and I begin to press into it, circling my finger around, finding where you like the pressure the most. While I’m doing this I lick slow licks against your clitoris. Coming from all sides, making sure I give the magic little button as much attention as it deserves. I kiss it, then lick it, then kiss it again. Long licks, followed by light flicks. Then again.
Your taste is divine. I want to end my day every day doing this. I want to start every morning worshipping your beauty between your legs.
Then my favorite part. Your hand on my head, grasping my hair, Trying desperately to move my head to “the spot” that will make you cum. I allow you to pull me closer, almost into you. I continue my assault, but now faster. Learning the speed at which your hand relaxes a bit in my hair, silently telling me ‘yeah, that’s it… right there.. that fast.’