Rarely in the midst of pleasuring your partner do you wish you could step back and just take in the view of what’s happening, but this was just one of those occasions.Adler, naked and beautiful, lounging on the sofa, her legs draped over my shoulders. Her right hand holds a champagne flute, her left gliding through my short hair. I’m on my knees in front of her, feeling the heat and the pressure from her thighs around my head. My left hand is gripping her thigh, my right hand has two fingers searching slowly inside her, glistening in the low light. My mouth is around her clit, my tongue circling, flicking, my lips kissing and sucking. I’m eager for her to cum, the prospect of hearing her moan out loud, her wanting to cum over my mouth and fingers as she slowly bucks her hips at me, wanting to fuck my mouth. That’s when the first drops hit me, just grazing my lip and tongue. Champagne. I gaze up and see her with her held tilted backwards as she slowly pours champagne down her perfect body, streaming past her chest, past her navel and to my mouth. The cold fizz is helping her, I can hear it in her breathing, so I pull my mouth back slowly and let her drip the champagne down her body, over her tits, down onto her pussy. Im not away for long before her hand is pulling my head back, tasting that sweet mix of cold champagne and warm Adler. Her thighs start to squeeze around my head, so I grip back with my left hand as my tongue and fingers work in unison, not just to tip her over the edge, but to drive her off the cliff. It’s working, I can hear her breathing, I can feel her body, she wants to cum hard and she’s going to cum now. That guttural moan and tension in her body as waves of pleasure hit her, my tongue giving pressure on her clit as my fingers keep the motion steady, then she relaxes, almost completely except her hand is still holding my mouth against her. She isn’t ready to stop yet.
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