back the fold, and she squirmed again, both legs locking against his head and her hands digging into the fabric.
“Oh, geezus,” she gasped.
Dylan seemed to smile and began to lick at her labia, forcing back the layers of skin as he tasted her and she moaned deeply and looked down her chest at him, her hips already rhythmically moving with the motion of his tongue. She felt her loins filling with a kind of energy, a linger of passion that promised to burst at any moment. She reached down and gripped the top of his head with one hand, pulling him harder and harder into her, willing his tongue into the opening of her vagina where he pulsed against her insides – entering some sort of Braille that only he, only Dylan, would ever be able to decipher.
His cunnilingus quickened, and again found the ripe berry of her clitoris and she gripped at her fallen tank-top and smothered herself with it as a scream erupted, only barely muffled, and her other hand tore at his hair, so wracked with the pleasure that overtook her. Dylan’s head was locked between both quivering thighs, his lips buried up over her pubic hair, and his chin dripping with her by the time she stopped flailing, and the tank-top fell away from her mouth, damp with her saliva and her breathing a sagging pant.
“Oh, geezus,” she repeated, and met Dylan’s mouth as he swam up between her legs. Somehow, he had already shed his shirt and she relished the sweet warmth of his skin against her bare breasts, and instinctually opened her legs wider. “More,” she asked, and he came away from her lips. She could taste her own nectar on him, and licked her lips.
As he undressed, she covered her mouth, beholding the full size of his member again. It wasn’t just the candlelight, she realized, he is truly massive, and for a moment, she feared what was to come next. She was still a maiden by all accounts, and she had heard only stories, passing rumors and whispers shared amongst friends or gossiping women, of a pain that was both excruciating and filled with ecstasy in one.
“Be… be gentle,” she said, her eyes trapped on the full engorged member that struck straight up from the mass of his pubic hair and rubbed against the flesh below his navel, leaving a small wet smudge there. “It’s… my first time.”
“I will be, Sarah…” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck again. “I promise.”
She couldn’t help but look down as his body pressed her thighs further apart until she was fully spread-eagled, and her legs pulled back. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life, exposing herself so readily to a man. And yet, as she looked up, she saw that Dylan was only staring at her, beckoning her own eyes with his, and she instantly relaxed against him, the muscles in her legs softening as he eased into her. I promise , lingered in her mind and on his lips, and she forced herself to hold his stare even as she felt something hard and warm prod the divot between her legs.
She let out a huff and closed her lips tightly together, her eyes closed in expectation. He reached down and gripped his penis, causing the head to swell red and purple, vivid in its rage and desire, and butted it against her. At first, she was certain he would not fit inside her and wanted to cry out, but his eyes calmed her, never flinching as he pressed slowly, slowly against her vagina.
She was learning muscles she had never had to work before, and started to breathe heavily, until she feared she might hyperventilate, and tried to steady her breathing. When she looked down she saw her labia enfold the head of his penis fully and let out a long merciful sigh through her closed mouth and tipped her head back as her vagina accepted him fully and she relaxed.
“Sarah, oh God, you’re so tight,” Dylan blurted, through a gasp of his own.
Her hands found his wrists, planted on the sofa, and tightened around them. “Further… further into me,” she pleaded, almost in tears. “Please
“Oh, geezus,” she gasped.
Dylan seemed to smile and began to lick at her labia, forcing back the layers of skin as he tasted her and she moaned deeply and looked down her chest at him, her hips already rhythmically moving with the motion of his tongue. She felt her loins filling with a kind of energy, a linger of passion that promised to burst at any moment. She reached down and gripped the top of his head with one hand, pulling him harder and harder into her, willing his tongue into the opening of her vagina where he pulsed against her insides – entering some sort of Braille that only he, only Dylan, would ever be able to decipher.
His cunnilingus quickened, and again found the ripe berry of her clitoris and she gripped at her fallen tank-top and smothered herself with it as a scream erupted, only barely muffled, and her other hand tore at his hair, so wracked with the pleasure that overtook her. Dylan’s head was locked between both quivering thighs, his lips buried up over her pubic hair, and his chin dripping with her by the time she stopped flailing, and the tank-top fell away from her mouth, damp with her saliva and her breathing a sagging pant.
“Oh, geezus,” she repeated, and met Dylan’s mouth as he swam up between her legs. Somehow, he had already shed his shirt and she relished the sweet warmth of his skin against her bare breasts, and instinctually opened her legs wider. “More,” she asked, and he came away from her lips. She could taste her own nectar on him, and licked her lips.
As he undressed, she covered her mouth, beholding the full size of his member again. It wasn’t just the candlelight, she realized, he is truly massive, and for a moment, she feared what was to come next. She was still a maiden by all accounts, and she had heard only stories, passing rumors and whispers shared amongst friends or gossiping women, of a pain that was both excruciating and filled with ecstasy in one.
“Be… be gentle,” she said, her eyes trapped on the full engorged member that struck straight up from the mass of his pubic hair and rubbed against the flesh below his navel, leaving a small wet smudge there. “It’s… my first time.”
“I will be, Sarah…” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck again. “I promise.”
She couldn’t help but look down as his body pressed her thighs further apart until she was fully spread-eagled, and her legs pulled back. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life, exposing herself so readily to a man. And yet, as she looked up, she saw that Dylan was only staring at her, beckoning her own eyes with his, and she instantly relaxed against him, the muscles in her legs softening as he eased into her. I promise , lingered in her mind and on his lips, and she forced herself to hold his stare even as she felt something hard and warm prod the divot between her legs.
She let out a huff and closed her lips tightly together, her eyes closed in expectation. He reached down and gripped his penis, causing the head to swell red and purple, vivid in its rage and desire, and butted it against her. At first, she was certain he would not fit inside her and wanted to cry out, but his eyes calmed her, never flinching as he pressed slowly, slowly against her vagina.
She was learning muscles she had never had to work before, and started to breathe heavily, until she feared she might hyperventilate, and tried to steady her breathing. When she looked down she saw her labia enfold the head of his penis fully and let out a long merciful sigh through her closed mouth and tipped her head back as her vagina accepted him fully and she relaxed.
“Sarah, oh God, you’re so tight,” Dylan blurted, through a gasp of his own.
Her hands found his wrists, planted on the sofa, and tightened around them. “Further… further into me,” she pleaded, almost in tears. “Please
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