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I placed kisses down to her navel, over her smooth tummy and down onto her panties. A wet spot, as I expected. I kissed her pussy through the silky material as my hands slid over her slender hips and under her bottom, dragging the elastic of her underwear with them. She arched off the bed a little to ease the removal process and the panties bunched to a thin line of material which I managed to roll from her impossibly long legs. I brought the prize to my face and inhaled long and hard. What a smell! Female heat, faint urine but with the overwhelming bouquet of sweet lust. And it was all mine.
Discarding her underwear I eyed my target for a moment, letting Jess witness the hunger in my expression. I flicked my gaze from her sticky open diamond to the retracted hood beneath which her pink clitoris peeked. Desire welled up inside my belly and surged through me, invisibly forcing me forward.
I dove into her waiting snatch. My lips locked against her pussy and before my brain caught up I was lashing my tongue against her. Jess tipped her head back fully over the edge of the bed, jutting her small breasts to the ceiling, and groaned in satisfaction. My tongue was insistent, forceful, and desperate to take this woman to the plateau of sexual indulgence and beyond. It snaked inside her delicious pussy, withdrawing coated in her exquisite nectar, slathering over the matted wisps of pubic hair and widening entrance. The sound of her wet lips being penetrated by my eager tongue became lost amid her cries of contentment. Over and over she moaned into the room which just added fuel to my actions. It made me feel so special to mean this much to her.
I slid my hands up her thighs, over her hips and onwards to cup her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her proud nipples. My tongue was greeted with a surge of moisture escaping her slick channel and I swallowed greedily, savouring her sweetness as it enveloped my senses.
The tip of my tongue roamed the edges of her delicate opening seeking the ultimate target. The tiny pink, hard nub it found nestling at the apex of her slit brought forth a torrent of passionate groans from Jess' throat as I drew circles and flicked her shiny button. Grazing her clit with my teeth and sucking it directly between my lips met with equally vociferous outbursts and she raised her hands to her face, muffling her cries.
Inwardly I felt like the proverbial child in the sweet shop with the pick of anything from the shelf. It was immensely gratifying to have this much power over someone; I found the ability to control and direct pleasure addictive, the mouth-watering elixir she leaked a delightful bonus. My chin and cheeks were drenched and as I pressed my face to her and pulled at her nipples again, Jess' moans took on an urgency that signalled her impending release. She dropped her hands back over her head and found the floor, her shoulders rolling off the edge of the bed, heels digging into the mattress for support as she pressed her wet pussy up into my face. To support her impromptu handstand I quickly slid my hands to her hips and continued to lap at her very core, pressing my face against her midriff to maintain the pressure she craved.
I found myself holding my breath on her behalf as her cries increased in pitch. My own pussy dribbled come in sympathy and I loved the adrenaline rush that coursed my body as I sought to push my American lover over the edge of her sexual precipice.
There was no mistaking Jess' orgasm. Her groans became deep rasps and her body went stiff against my face. I pulled away for a few seconds and was treated to the sight of her wet diamond pulsing open and closed rapidly. I felt somehow proud to have caused such pleasure; a shiver of satisfaction ran up my spine as I returned my tongue to her pussy entrance to scoop some of the clear fluid that was oozing from her fluttering slit. Her taste was exquisite; slightly salty but overwhelmingly creamy and I lapped up everything she had to offer while she continued to pant hard through her climax.
She gently pushed my head away, the sensations too intense, so I merely watched the remainder of her orgasm, holding her hips tight to prevent her sliding from the bed. As the palpitations of her flower lessened and ultimately stopped, Jess' gasps turned from heavy panting to laboured breathing and then returned to normal. Her engorged lips were framed by little clumps of pubic hair, matted through a combination of her sticky come and my tongue bath. A damp spot had formed on the sheets between her legs.
I admired her sex, satisfied that I had done my best for her, and felt warmth flushing my body. It was overwhelming to know that my actions had caused such pleasure in both our lives in such a short space of time. I craved more of the feeling of our naked bodies sliding together and the connectedness of shared moments in orgasm. It was hard to believe the depth of my feelings for this woman I hardly knew yet felt I had known a lifetime.
Jess began to relax under my grip and slid away from me. Unable to hold her any longer, she slithered off the edge of the bed to the floor. I shimmied over to the edge and looked down at her sprawled body. Our eyes met, her expression signalling intense gratitude without the need for words. I extended my hand and helped haul her to her feet and she clambered back onto the bed. She unhooked my bra and helped roll my remaining hold-up down my thigh then we scampered up to the pillow end, rearranged the wrecked sheets and crawled naked beneath them, facing one other. The light bounced off her flushed cheeks, her freckles now almost imperceptible, and our lips found each other. We kissed tenderly, the smell of sex floating between us, invading my senses; a fleeting reminder of the passion that bound us. Our tongues duelled slowly as I brushed my hands over her soft body, feeling the heat still radiating from within her.
At the natural conclusion of the kiss we simply lay there holding each other, hearts still beating fast, alert yet relaxed. We had the rest of the night to explore our newfound love in ways that my mind could only begin to imagine...
Extracted from Tradeshow Tryst by Bellefleure on Literotica.com
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Discarding her underwear I eyed my target for a moment, letting Jess witness the hunger in my expression. I flicked my gaze from her sticky open diamond to the retracted hood beneath which her pink clitoris peeked. Desire welled up inside my belly and surged through me, invisibly forcing me forward.
I dove into her waiting snatch. My lips locked against her pussy and before my brain caught up I was lashing my tongue against her. Jess tipped her head back fully over the edge of the bed, jutting her small breasts to the ceiling, and groaned in satisfaction. My tongue was insistent, forceful, and desperate to take this woman to the plateau of sexual indulgence and beyond. It snaked inside her delicious pussy, withdrawing coated in her exquisite nectar, slathering over the matted wisps of pubic hair and widening entrance. The sound of her wet lips being penetrated by my eager tongue became lost amid her cries of contentment. Over and over she moaned into the room which just added fuel to my actions. It made me feel so special to mean this much to her.
I slid my hands up her thighs, over her hips and onwards to cup her breasts, squeezing roughly and pinching her proud nipples. My tongue was greeted with a surge of moisture escaping her slick channel and I swallowed greedily, savouring her sweetness as it enveloped my senses.
The tip of my tongue roamed the edges of her delicate opening seeking the ultimate target. The tiny pink, hard nub it found nestling at the apex of her slit brought forth a torrent of passionate groans from Jess' throat as I drew circles and flicked her shiny button. Grazing her clit with my teeth and sucking it directly between my lips met with equally vociferous outbursts and she raised her hands to her face, muffling her cries.
Inwardly I felt like the proverbial child in the sweet shop with the pick of anything from the shelf. It was immensely gratifying to have this much power over someone; I found the ability to control and direct pleasure addictive, the mouth-watering elixir she leaked a delightful bonus. My chin and cheeks were drenched and as I pressed my face to her and pulled at her nipples again, Jess' moans took on an urgency that signalled her impending release. She dropped her hands back over her head and found the floor, her shoulders rolling off the edge of the bed, heels digging into the mattress for support as she pressed her wet pussy up into my face. To support her impromptu handstand I quickly slid my hands to her hips and continued to lap at her very core, pressing my face against her midriff to maintain the pressure she craved.
I found myself holding my breath on her behalf as her cries increased in pitch. My own pussy dribbled come in sympathy and I loved the adrenaline rush that coursed my body as I sought to push my American lover over the edge of her sexual precipice.
There was no mistaking Jess' orgasm. Her groans became deep rasps and her body went stiff against my face. I pulled away for a few seconds and was treated to the sight of her wet diamond pulsing open and closed rapidly. I felt somehow proud to have caused such pleasure; a shiver of satisfaction ran up my spine as I returned my tongue to her pussy entrance to scoop some of the clear fluid that was oozing from her fluttering slit. Her taste was exquisite; slightly salty but overwhelmingly creamy and I lapped up everything she had to offer while she continued to pant hard through her climax.
She gently pushed my head away, the sensations too intense, so I merely watched the remainder of her orgasm, holding her hips tight to prevent her sliding from the bed. As the palpitations of her flower lessened and ultimately stopped, Jess' gasps turned from heavy panting to laboured breathing and then returned to normal. Her engorged lips were framed by little clumps of pubic hair, matted through a combination of her sticky come and my tongue bath. A damp spot had formed on the sheets between her legs.
I admired her sex, satisfied that I had done my best for her, and felt warmth flushing my body. It was overwhelming to know that my actions had caused such pleasure in both our lives in such a short space of time. I craved more of the feeling of our naked bodies sliding together and the connectedness of shared moments in orgasm. It was hard to believe the depth of my feelings for this woman I hardly knew yet felt I had known a lifetime.
Jess began to relax under my grip and slid away from me. Unable to hold her any longer, she slithered off the edge of the bed to the floor. I shimmied over to the edge and looked down at her sprawled body. Our eyes met, her expression signalling intense gratitude without the need for words. I extended my hand and helped haul her to her feet and she clambered back onto the bed. She unhooked my bra and helped roll my remaining hold-up down my thigh then we scampered up to the pillow end, rearranged the wrecked sheets and crawled naked beneath them, facing one other. The light bounced off her flushed cheeks, her freckles now almost imperceptible, and our lips found each other. We kissed tenderly, the smell of sex floating between us, invading my senses; a fleeting reminder of the passion that bound us. Our tongues duelled slowly as I brushed my hands over her soft body, feeling the heat still radiating from within her.
At the natural conclusion of the kiss we simply lay there holding each other, hearts still beating fast, alert yet relaxed. We had the rest of the night to explore our newfound love in ways that my mind could only begin to imagine...
Extracted from Tradeshow Tryst by Bellefleure on Literotica.com
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