They straddled one another, head to foot. He, on his back, She, on top of him.
He dined, tasting the centrally located honeypot, lost in it's splendor, reacting to each twinge. He held her rear, caressing it as she flexed trying to drown him in juice.
She stroked, trying to pleasure him. She coated her hand in saliva and rubbed his joint, moving in rhythm to his darting tongue.
He delved deeper, grabbing her ass more firmly. Just do it, he thought. Just fuckin' do it already.
She kissed his stomach and stroked with her left hand and cupped his sac with her right, increasing the speed as her heartbeat got faster.
He flattened his tongue and slapped it against her button like a beaver's tail securing a dam. Go ahead baby, put your mouth on it he implored silently.
She spit in her hand again and grunted. Her hips bucked as he tasted the oncoming torrent of her female ejaculate. She started to stroke him again, slowly.
He needed to feel it. He raised his hips slightly. She had to know what he needed. Here it is baby, what are you waiting for?
It was soft at first. Just a kiss, a peck really. On the right side. He mistook it for her thumb until he looked. It was actually a kiss.
She was slightly intimidated. This would be a first. She was a perfectionist and didn't like people to see her unsure of herself. Reading about it is one thing, doing it quite another.
She exhaled and parted her lips, lowering her torso. She allowed him to enter.
He felt the warm rush of saliva straight from the source enveloping his organ. The sensation made him close his eyes to concentrate on the feeling. He wanted to savor the moment. As she came up and lowered her mouth again, he re-immersed his tongue into her womanly folds.
And the crisis was averted.
He dined, tasting the centrally located honeypot, lost in it's splendor, reacting to each twinge. He held her rear, caressing it as she flexed trying to drown him in juice.
She stroked, trying to pleasure him. She coated her hand in saliva and rubbed his joint, moving in rhythm to his darting tongue.
He delved deeper, grabbing her ass more firmly. Just do it, he thought. Just fuckin' do it already.
She kissed his stomach and stroked with her left hand and cupped his sac with her right, increasing the speed as her heartbeat got faster.
He flattened his tongue and slapped it against her button like a beaver's tail securing a dam. Go ahead baby, put your mouth on it he implored silently.
She spit in her hand again and grunted. Her hips bucked as he tasted the oncoming torrent of her female ejaculate. She started to stroke him again, slowly.
He needed to feel it. He raised his hips slightly. She had to know what he needed. Here it is baby, what are you waiting for?
It was soft at first. Just a kiss, a peck really. On the right side. He mistook it for her thumb until he looked. It was actually a kiss.
She was slightly intimidated. This would be a first. She was a perfectionist and didn't like people to see her unsure of herself. Reading about it is one thing, doing it quite another.
She exhaled and parted her lips, lowering her torso. She allowed him to enter.
He felt the warm rush of saliva straight from the source enveloping his organ. The sensation made him close his eyes to concentrate on the feeling. He wanted to savor the moment. As she came up and lowered her mouth again, he re-immersed his tongue into her womanly folds.
And the crisis was averted.
KZ
