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Kissing you is exquisite. I love the way you respond. I slip my tongue in to your mouth, exploring you, stroking your tongue with teasing, sensual strokes. I like the way you push back, exploring me, our soft tongues doing battle as we feel each other’s passion.
My hand moves over your breasts, though you are still fully clothed. Through your thin blouse I feel them, heavy and full. I rub them gently, feeling their shape, their warmth. Your nipples are hard and I can feel them vividly through the material. You moan lightly as I touch them, moving my fingertips over them in a slow, easy rhythm. It feels good to have your hard nipples beneath my fingers, though the blouse remains a sensual barrier. In a way it intensifies the feeling. When you moan your tongue flicks a little harder in my mouth, telling me of your pleasure and your passion. It pleases me, the way you push your chest towards me, eager for more, wanting my touch.
And so we kiss.
I am stroking you with my hand, exploring your face, your neck, your shoulders with my fingertips. I slip my hand around to tease the nape of your neck gently. I pull you into me, matching my demands by kissing you deeper, more fully. Your skin is soft and inviting. I stroke you, pinch you ever so lightly. I suck your bottom lip in to my mouth, before moving down to kiss your neck. You feel me there, nuzzling you gently, my soft tongue moving against your sensitive skin. I bite you, carefully, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you tense up and sigh. I can smell your perfume, and it reminds me of dark places and forbidden excitement. I move up to kiss your earlobe. I suck it, suggestively, and you can feel my warm breath against your skin, feel my hand teasing your nipples, my fingers touching your neck.
We are both breathing harder, now. Ours is a secret affair. It is a sweet, exciting secret. In the nicest possible way, it is a dirty secret. So very dirty.
My hand moves down from your breasts, over your tummy. I feel you tense up, beneath the material of your blouse. You know what I want and you know where my hand is moving to. You need to feel it, as much as I do.
Your skirt is short and it pulls up very easily. I am kissing you again now, tongue fucking your mouth with deep, penetrative strokes. My hand moves over your thighs and I love the way you have spread your legs for me, in readiness. Your thighs are so soft. So inviting. I caress them with my fingertips, drawing lazy patterns in your skin. You move your legs further apart and you kiss me, hard, with sublime desperation. You moan as I kiss you, wriggle as I stroke your soft thighs. My hand toys playfully between your open legs and I can feel the warmth of your pussy. You can feel my hand, moving, so close to your sex.
I need to feel you. I need to pleasure you. I slide my hand up, between your legs. Your panties are warm and slightly damp. I begin to rub you and through the material, I can feel the shape of your pussy, feel its warmth. It is open and wet and as I begin to masturbate you through your panties, kissing you all the while, I can feel you getting more wet. I push the panties a little way inside you and love the way your pussy opens for me, so easily. You jerk your hips lightly, meeting my gentle assault. You push yourself against my fingers, grind yourself against me. Your breathing is hard as I kiss you and fuck your mouth with my tongue, while my fingers masturbate your warm, wet cunt.
My other hand works over your body, exploring you, feeling you. I caress you through your clothes, my fingertips enjoying every curve and contour. Your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your face, your tummy…it must feel like there are a dozen pairs of hands, moving over you, enjoying you. I wish there was. I would love to see the pleasure on your face.
With my hand exploring you, I know how much you must need to feel something inside of you. Your panties are sexy and sensual. As tempting as it is to take them off, I want you in them. I want you in them when you cum. Carefully, I ease the leg band to the side. Your pussy is exposed, and cool air plays over your wet lips. I can smell you. Mixed with your perfume, I can smell your sex. Feminine, musky, sweet. It is a delicious, sexy smell and it makes me want you even more. I use my fingertip to tease your pussy, running my finger up and down your wet slit. Your lips are open for me and your pussy lips feel soft, like delicate petals. I continue to run my fingertip up and down your sweet cunt, loving the way you moan, so softly, loving the way you lightly jerk your hips to intensify the sensation.
With each stroke, up and down, I allow my finger to penetrate you a little way. You are warm and tight and very, very wet. My finger slides in to you effortlessly and when I finally decide to ease myself in to you, all the way, I am able to sink my finger in as though I were playing with butter. I add a second finger. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to pump you, slipping my fingers in and out of your wet cunt. You spread your legs even wider, wanting me deep inside you. I finger fuck you, in a slow, sensual rhythm. Your breath is light and so, so feminine. You push against me, desperate to have my fingers inside you, fucking you, loving you. I love the wet, liquid noises your pussy makes as I finger fuck you, here in this secret place.
Your kissing has become passionate, needy. You fuck me with your tongue, explore me, love me. Kissing isn’t enough somehow, and we are frantic in the way we use our tongues on each other. I match the rhythm of my tongue with the rhythm of my pumping fingers, and you must feel fucked twice, simultaneously, as I ride you and enjoy you and push you closer and closer towards your own exquisite pleasure.
And it is coming.
I am aware of your hips jerking more and more quickly. I can feel your pussy, tightening around my fingers. It is wetter, dripping with sexual excitement. Your breathing is heavier, and you moan with delicious anguish. I continue to finger you, pumping you, sustaining my slow rhythm, but stabbing you firmly with my fingers. The liquid sound of your pussy fills the air and I can smell your desire. Your pussy is warm and wet around my fingers, getting tighter with every passing second. It is vibrating, deep inside. It quivers. I know that you are about to cum. You are about to cum for me.
When you do, it is perfect. Warm juice spills over my fingers and you slam your cunt down on me, holding me in place with the force of your desire, the force of your pussy. You jerk, quickly, against my hand, as your juices spill out, over my fingers. You moan, you sigh. You are no longer kissing me. Your head is thrown back as you concentrate fully on your own pleasure, on milking your cunt of every last drop of heaven. You grind against me, your pussy clamping my fingers in quick, rhythmic spasms. It seems to last for such a wonderful long time…and then you stop. Breathing hard, you stop. You clench me with your cunt, just for a few seconds. And your eyes open.
And you smile.
My hand moves over your breasts, though you are still fully clothed. Through your thin blouse I feel them, heavy and full. I rub them gently, feeling their shape, their warmth. Your nipples are hard and I can feel them vividly through the material. You moan lightly as I touch them, moving my fingertips over them in a slow, easy rhythm. It feels good to have your hard nipples beneath my fingers, though the blouse remains a sensual barrier. In a way it intensifies the feeling. When you moan your tongue flicks a little harder in my mouth, telling me of your pleasure and your passion. It pleases me, the way you push your chest towards me, eager for more, wanting my touch.
And so we kiss.
I am stroking you with my hand, exploring your face, your neck, your shoulders with my fingertips. I slip my hand around to tease the nape of your neck gently. I pull you into me, matching my demands by kissing you deeper, more fully. Your skin is soft and inviting. I stroke you, pinch you ever so lightly. I suck your bottom lip in to my mouth, before moving down to kiss your neck. You feel me there, nuzzling you gently, my soft tongue moving against your sensitive skin. I bite you, carefully, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make you tense up and sigh. I can smell your perfume, and it reminds me of dark places and forbidden excitement. I move up to kiss your earlobe. I suck it, suggestively, and you can feel my warm breath against your skin, feel my hand teasing your nipples, my fingers touching your neck.
We are both breathing harder, now. Ours is a secret affair. It is a sweet, exciting secret. In the nicest possible way, it is a dirty secret. So very dirty.
My hand moves down from your breasts, over your tummy. I feel you tense up, beneath the material of your blouse. You know what I want and you know where my hand is moving to. You need to feel it, as much as I do.
Your skirt is short and it pulls up very easily. I am kissing you again now, tongue fucking your mouth with deep, penetrative strokes. My hand moves over your thighs and I love the way you have spread your legs for me, in readiness. Your thighs are so soft. So inviting. I caress them with my fingertips, drawing lazy patterns in your skin. You move your legs further apart and you kiss me, hard, with sublime desperation. You moan as I kiss you, wriggle as I stroke your soft thighs. My hand toys playfully between your open legs and I can feel the warmth of your pussy. You can feel my hand, moving, so close to your sex.
I need to feel you. I need to pleasure you. I slide my hand up, between your legs. Your panties are warm and slightly damp. I begin to rub you and through the material, I can feel the shape of your pussy, feel its warmth. It is open and wet and as I begin to masturbate you through your panties, kissing you all the while, I can feel you getting more wet. I push the panties a little way inside you and love the way your pussy opens for me, so easily. You jerk your hips lightly, meeting my gentle assault. You push yourself against my fingers, grind yourself against me. Your breathing is hard as I kiss you and fuck your mouth with my tongue, while my fingers masturbate your warm, wet cunt.
My other hand works over your body, exploring you, feeling you. I caress you through your clothes, my fingertips enjoying every curve and contour. Your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your face, your tummy…it must feel like there are a dozen pairs of hands, moving over you, enjoying you. I wish there was. I would love to see the pleasure on your face.
With my hand exploring you, I know how much you must need to feel something inside of you. Your panties are sexy and sensual. As tempting as it is to take them off, I want you in them. I want you in them when you cum. Carefully, I ease the leg band to the side. Your pussy is exposed, and cool air plays over your wet lips. I can smell you. Mixed with your perfume, I can smell your sex. Feminine, musky, sweet. It is a delicious, sexy smell and it makes me want you even more. I use my fingertip to tease your pussy, running my finger up and down your wet slit. Your lips are open for me and your pussy lips feel soft, like delicate petals. I continue to run my fingertip up and down your sweet cunt, loving the way you moan, so softly, loving the way you lightly jerk your hips to intensify the sensation.
With each stroke, up and down, I allow my finger to penetrate you a little way. You are warm and tight and very, very wet. My finger slides in to you effortlessly and when I finally decide to ease myself in to you, all the way, I am able to sink my finger in as though I were playing with butter. I add a second finger. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to pump you, slipping my fingers in and out of your wet cunt. You spread your legs even wider, wanting me deep inside you. I finger fuck you, in a slow, sensual rhythm. Your breath is light and so, so feminine. You push against me, desperate to have my fingers inside you, fucking you, loving you. I love the wet, liquid noises your pussy makes as I finger fuck you, here in this secret place.
Your kissing has become passionate, needy. You fuck me with your tongue, explore me, love me. Kissing isn’t enough somehow, and we are frantic in the way we use our tongues on each other. I match the rhythm of my tongue with the rhythm of my pumping fingers, and you must feel fucked twice, simultaneously, as I ride you and enjoy you and push you closer and closer towards your own exquisite pleasure.
And it is coming.
I am aware of your hips jerking more and more quickly. I can feel your pussy, tightening around my fingers. It is wetter, dripping with sexual excitement. Your breathing is heavier, and you moan with delicious anguish. I continue to finger you, pumping you, sustaining my slow rhythm, but stabbing you firmly with my fingers. The liquid sound of your pussy fills the air and I can smell your desire. Your pussy is warm and wet around my fingers, getting tighter with every passing second. It is vibrating, deep inside. It quivers. I know that you are about to cum. You are about to cum for me.
When you do, it is perfect. Warm juice spills over my fingers and you slam your cunt down on me, holding me in place with the force of your desire, the force of your pussy. You jerk, quickly, against my hand, as your juices spill out, over my fingers. You moan, you sigh. You are no longer kissing me. Your head is thrown back as you concentrate fully on your own pleasure, on milking your cunt of every last drop of heaven. You grind against me, your pussy clamping my fingers in quick, rhythmic spasms. It seems to last for such a wonderful long time…and then you stop. Breathing hard, you stop. You clench me with your cunt, just for a few seconds. And your eyes open.
And you smile.
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