and rocked back on my heels, my cock achingly hard, the lips of Christine’s pussy flared wide and swollen. Her fingertips across her clit were a blur. I watched her for a long moment, my cock twitching with my own insatiable need.
I drew Christine to her feet and bent her body forward. She folded herself almost in half, balanced on her heels, her long slender legs perfectly straight and parted slightly. Her head was down around near her knees. She reached back and dug her hands into the cheeks of her ass for a moment until I was buried, once again, deep within her pussy.
I was gentle for a few seconds, my fingers gripping the tops of her thighs. Christine reached down with one hand and made a tee-pee with her fingertips on the floor to balance herself, and with her other hand she gripped her ankle. I imagined her eyes tightly closed and her mouth wide open in a gasp of pleasure. She began to sway gently on my cock and each sound from her throat was a blend of cried delight and the strain of her physical position.
It sounded like I was touching a secret part of her soul.
Christine’s wicked gasps were incredibly arousing. Every whisper, every growling husk in the back of her throat spoke of pure sensual pleasure that went beyond the physical and seemed to elevate the eroticism of the moment.
Her hand around her ankle ran up along the taut length of her thigh and then disappeared for a moment. I heard the sound of her sucking her fingers and then felt her touch between her legs. She was pleasuring herself, bending her knees just a little to reach her clit. I wished that I could have seen her face – more than anything else I wanted that. I wanted to see the dreamy pleasure in her eyes mirroring the sounds in her throat.
I took my hands from her thighs, thrust just a few more times and then withdrew myself from her pussy.
Christine looked back over her shoulder. She saw my glistening cock and her smile became deliciously debauched. She reached out for me, took my length in her hand, sinking down onto her knees at the same time and opening her mouth wide.
I was beginning to sway. The edges of my vision burst into swirling light.
I stared down and watched Christine’s mouth engulf me, her lips and her hand working in practiced unison along my shaft until the flesh there seemed to burn and prickle with unrestrained urge. Christine hooded her eyes, alternating her gaze between the sight of my cock disappearing between her pouting lips, and the rapt expression on my face. I felt my eyes sear her with burning desire as her mouth made exquisite love to my cock until at last I could hold back not a moment longer.
I erupted deep in her mouth and she gulped and slurped hungrily until I had nothing more – nothing at all left to give.
Christine had been a very good girl for me and my good girls always got rewarded. I perched her on the edge of the kitchen countertop and she parted her legs wide, then leaned back with her head resting against the wall.
I went down on one knee and kissed her swollen clit. I heard Christine sigh. The lips of her pussy were flared and swollen with her arousal, the flesh of her shaved sex reddened. My lips slid down to the wetness welling within her and I lapped at her juices hungrily. Christine wrapped one hand into the hair at the back of my head and braced her balance with the other. I reached up with one hand and teased her nipple while the other hand held her knees wide apart. Christine threw back her head and closed her eyes. Her fingers tangled in my hair clenched and released, mirroring the pulsing waves of her pleasure.
Quickly I settled into a rhythm, judging the pressure of my tongue by the changing sounds of her breathing. My tongue danced lightly across her clit and then flicked within her. She stiffened for an instant and tried to thrust herself against me. I slid my tongue from inside her and sat back for a moment. A flush of color was spreading slowly across her chest. I went
I drew Christine to her feet and bent her body forward. She folded herself almost in half, balanced on her heels, her long slender legs perfectly straight and parted slightly. Her head was down around near her knees. She reached back and dug her hands into the cheeks of her ass for a moment until I was buried, once again, deep within her pussy.
I was gentle for a few seconds, my fingers gripping the tops of her thighs. Christine reached down with one hand and made a tee-pee with her fingertips on the floor to balance herself, and with her other hand she gripped her ankle. I imagined her eyes tightly closed and her mouth wide open in a gasp of pleasure. She began to sway gently on my cock and each sound from her throat was a blend of cried delight and the strain of her physical position.
It sounded like I was touching a secret part of her soul.
Christine’s wicked gasps were incredibly arousing. Every whisper, every growling husk in the back of her throat spoke of pure sensual pleasure that went beyond the physical and seemed to elevate the eroticism of the moment.
Her hand around her ankle ran up along the taut length of her thigh and then disappeared for a moment. I heard the sound of her sucking her fingers and then felt her touch between her legs. She was pleasuring herself, bending her knees just a little to reach her clit. I wished that I could have seen her face – more than anything else I wanted that. I wanted to see the dreamy pleasure in her eyes mirroring the sounds in her throat.
I took my hands from her thighs, thrust just a few more times and then withdrew myself from her pussy.
Christine looked back over her shoulder. She saw my glistening cock and her smile became deliciously debauched. She reached out for me, took my length in her hand, sinking down onto her knees at the same time and opening her mouth wide.
I was beginning to sway. The edges of my vision burst into swirling light.
I stared down and watched Christine’s mouth engulf me, her lips and her hand working in practiced unison along my shaft until the flesh there seemed to burn and prickle with unrestrained urge. Christine hooded her eyes, alternating her gaze between the sight of my cock disappearing between her pouting lips, and the rapt expression on my face. I felt my eyes sear her with burning desire as her mouth made exquisite love to my cock until at last I could hold back not a moment longer.
I erupted deep in her mouth and she gulped and slurped hungrily until I had nothing more – nothing at all left to give.
Christine had been a very good girl for me and my good girls always got rewarded. I perched her on the edge of the kitchen countertop and she parted her legs wide, then leaned back with her head resting against the wall.
I went down on one knee and kissed her swollen clit. I heard Christine sigh. The lips of her pussy were flared and swollen with her arousal, the flesh of her shaved sex reddened. My lips slid down to the wetness welling within her and I lapped at her juices hungrily. Christine wrapped one hand into the hair at the back of my head and braced her balance with the other. I reached up with one hand and teased her nipple while the other hand held her knees wide apart. Christine threw back her head and closed her eyes. Her fingers tangled in my hair clenched and released, mirroring the pulsing waves of her pleasure.
Quickly I settled into a rhythm, judging the pressure of my tongue by the changing sounds of her breathing. My tongue danced lightly across her clit and then flicked within her. She stiffened for an instant and tried to thrust herself against me. I slid my tongue from inside her and sat back for a moment. A flush of color was spreading slowly across her chest. I went
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