“Tonight?” The inquiry. Reflection, then an affirmation. Address followed. Thus the arrangement was renewed for a moment, and I found myself standing in the late evening in a suburban street with a light rain pattering upon the umbrella held above me.
“Ready.” Accompanied by a splash of cleavage, the message beckoned me to the front door and beyond. I entered, fumbling with the latch and cursing under my breath. Remember to breath.
You lounge before me now in a candlelit room. Expensively trussed and restrained by lingerie, you are a vision of erotic energy. I am instantly hard. Shrugging my jacket off, I close the gap between us with several strides before dropping to my knees to begin worship.
You grab my ear and give it a sharp twist before my mouth touches you. A reminder. It hurts for days afterwards. I begin with your toes, lightly kissing and sucking. My hands run up and down your shapely calves.
I roll you over so you are kneeling on the floor your ass high in the air. I swear I can feel heat emanating from your pussy, still girdled beneath the black straps. My restraint fails me and I hook a finger under the g-string pulling it aside. My tongue is in your ass in an instant.
Using my hands to spread your cheeks, my tongue darts around your asshole. You push back into me, so my tongue dives deeper. I feel the heat of your pussy with my throat. Down I move across this wet slit, searching out your bud. With it between my lips, a finger traces the puckering of your tight ass. Probing now I ease this finger into your ass, slowly while your muscles ease to it’s passage. The taste of your saturated pussy drives me to a heightened state of wanton lust. I finger your ass now while my tongue continues it’s work on your quim. You hold in a gasp as your body shudders for the first time. I had forgotten the multi-orgasmic state you exist in.
You lean back against my now. I breath deeply at the nape of your neck and run my hands up your torso to your breasts. You reach back and release them from their confinement, allowing them to spill into my hands. I admire the weight as I roll your nipples between my fingers. Lying back on the couch, you pull my face to your breasts which I consume greedily. My hand is back between your legs with two of my fingers now plunging into your pussy.
I push your legs back and return my full attention to your pussy and ass. You hold your legs, allowing both my hands to roam over the back of your thighs and buttocks, before fingers find their way into your two holes. My tongue laps at your clitoris while fingers explore your warm depths. I feel you squeeze rhythmically against the workings of my fingers. As you climax a second time I am surprised, and then delighted by the gush that accompanies this. I wish that I had taken my shirt of to feel this against my bare skin.
Sensing that you have more pleasure to realise, I return my attention to your ass. My tongue working in and around your tightness, my thumb working against your clit. I find myself hoping that you squirt again, this time on my face. My cock is straining in my pants, my hot load begging for release. Focusing again on your ass, my tongue diving and twisting, urging your body along to climax. My right arm hooked around your thigh now, with two fingers deep in your sopping mound. I feel you building to crescendo, riding the waves that begin now to wrack your body over and over, your cries of pleasure washing over my own groans like a balm. You are spent, lying back and take the opportunity to taste your pussy for a final time. I leave you to recover and retreat into the rain, momentarily renewed.
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