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Feel of Sex
The Feel of Sex . . .by mdg._
another tale which has no beginning and has no end .
So slowly she unzips his jeans. His cock, it reaches out to greet her hand. She takes a firm grip to feel its warmth, the magic hardness around its girth, wonderful softness at its tip. So arousing in its power, by the heat of her palm, a prelude drop, shimmers at its tip, such an urge to take his cock to her mouth, to taste the throbbing heat, a hunger to suck. For now she lets his hardness fill her palm of her hand to linger upon the soft head with drooling tip of tongue. He has been silent up to now, takes a deep breath of pleasures he feels. She slowly drags her tongue around its rim, then up and down along his rigid staff. Her warm wet breath plays on its skin. She feels how more and more it surrenders to her desires. His jeans she slides to the floor, lips never loosing grip on his pulsating cock. She spreads his legs, to licks his balls, and stroke his cock in her fluttering hot hand. She takes in the heat with all his moist tastes, so eagerly inviting her to continue. His so gently fondling her hair.But now she wants his cock deep in her mouth. A soft wet drooling O with her lip to let the tip slowly slide into her mouth. So lightly she sucks, to feel all its shape with her tongue, luxuriating in the heated sensations. Methodical and slow, her lips firm around his cock, She takes in all, lips to the base. And then so slowly to retrace her path back to its soft tip. His breathing it deepens, her eagerness increases, that matches his breaths, to rapidly sucking from tip to base, tip to base, tip to base, with short lingering sucking on its dribbling soft head. His hips they rock to her rhythm, her tongue it plays such fiery games with each stroke. A perfect ballet, a crescendo in play, a feeling so intense, lightning has struck, such pleasure attained, such arousal, not sure if its pain, the heat for mouth, a fluttering tongue, to match the pulsations of loosing control, he moans he can't hold, he's loosing control, she heard not a word, or did she ignore his deep, quivering moans, his twitching, shaking body, she knows its her doing, but she's in control, for certain not he, nor at this point does he really care, the pleasures he feels he will soon do for her,
I kissed her belly, my hands along her tender hips, slipping slowly into her panties, gripping the generous slopes of her ass. Fingers slid in her pussy, spread her open to pink exposed, moisture begins, a slick creamy drip. A knuckle grazed against her puckered awakening clit, grinding tight to pleasure it.
I touched my lips to her clit, sucking at the very aroused flesh, tasting her with my drooling tongue. My hot breath burned her skin, she moaned and moaned again. Her hands on my head, fingers so tightly clenched in my hair, grinding my face against her hot trembling mound.
My arms I curled around her legs, her panties somewhere around her knees, exposed I see these moist pink folds within spread eager pussy. Lips so red and swollen, clit so taut and shiny, pinks, and peach and tiny drops of dew. So light I pinched her flesh with lips, stretching and trembling between the swollen lips, a finger to her oozing depths and plunge it deeply in. Her muscles gripped it with a hungry suction, so hot and creamy smooth. I grazed her clit with broad of tongue again, again and again. Her hips they spasm, another gush of musky cream flowed to my playful hand. The more I played within her depths, and licked upon her slippery clit, the harder she struggled to free herself of her panties around her knees, she ached to spread her thighs much wider yet, that I might plunge with hardened tongue into her aching depths. It was a priceless pass of minutes or longer, her struggling with rolling hips, maneuvering thighs, tugging hands, she fought to free herself of these restraining panties, yet making sure my lips remained so tightly locked upon her throbbing clit. The freedom it came, she won the struggle to free for her thighs, so tightly now wrapped 'round my neck, hips thrusting up to meet my tongue which broad and licking, to part her swollen mons, and travels to and from her clit, her creamy juices trail down my chin, then down my neck, she the fullest intent to drown and choke me to my death I do believe. But then, as he who knows, resign to failure when amidst her rise to the ecstasy, and leave her hanging inches from cloud nine, that to her would be a greater crime.
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