unclasps, two buttons, three, four, five, sex… Stopping at six, the magic word that very much sounds like sex. Letting my dress go as it falls to the ground at my feet. Stepping back over Marie as naked as I have ever been. Watching as she finally takes a sip of the whiskey. Tipping it back while watching me get naked.
Now here I stand. Naked. My plan looking backside, with no ass to speak of. No bump to brag about. Just one flat ass. Butt that is not the reason why Marie and I are married. As I descend over this goddess. Ready to rub myself out on her knee yet again she stops me.
Bringing her head forward. Staring up into my eyes! Her tongue, her hands locked around my waist. That tongue, right there! The one that she used to preach with is invading my… “Ooo yes!” As I howl across the planes. Her mouth, the way it is set upon my clit! Upon my cunt like a wild cur looking for its next victim! “Ooo Ooh yesss!” Shot from my mouth!
Looking up at my wife, my seamstress of a brief five years. To see such beauty standing before me. Naked as she was, yet with no hidden agenda butt to make me her little bitch for tonight. My tongue had tasted the offering from the bottle. My tongue is going to be tasting what that bottle has done to my wife. As my tongue strikes out. Pushing aside each of her swollen lips. Tagging her engorged clit for a teasing reason. Then backing off, retreating as I offer my body, my temple to this woman who straddles me. Who is willing to strip down to nothing simply to show her loving devotion to me.
Letting my hand drop. Dragging my nails across her ass. Dragging my nails across her pussy. Letting my nails drag down both sides from her waist. Dropping them down, down as they line the various cracks that split her apart in more than just pleasure. Standing right up in front of her. Pulling my blouse up as it crested my boobs. Lifting them up and feeling Eva’s hands catch them before they fell back down. Holding them up, waiting till I could look into her eyes. Seeing those sea green eyes staring back at me from across my breasts…
“Chupa mis tetas, traga mis pezones hasta que me corro en la pierna (Suck on my tits, swallow my nipples till I cum down my leg).” Sucking in my stomach, only pulling two out of the six buttons apart till I was as naked as she was. Our brown bodies are getting closer and closer. Feeling the heat from the campfire intensifying until our bodies meld together. Stomach to stomach, hip to hip, my tits being pulled at by her mouth! My hands roaming her back, digging in a little at a time. The feeling I had running through my body. The same feeling I had the moment we had met. The pure horniness that I could not handle alone!
“¡Fóllame, fóllame hasta que no pueda respirar! ¡Fóllame hasta correrme en tu boca (Fuck me, fuck me till i can’t breathe! Fuck me till I cum in your mouth)!” My words, my passion are burning like the drink I had from that bottle. Reaching for it, reaching for the bottle. Feeling my fingers close around it. The amber liquid is being hosted up to my face. Feeling the splash against the back of my throat. Feeling the intense pressure in between my legs! “Mmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm” quickly lowering the bottle as Blake pulled it free from my grasp. Swallowing down this magic elixir, feeling it burn its way down to my stomach just as fast as my next orgasm was rushing up to my mouth. Rushing to be let free over the wind, over the planes for all to hear!
“Oh Ohh fuck Mmm” grunting, moaning, I cannot pick butt the feeling is just that! Wonderful! Pulling on her brown hair, mashing it along the backside of that incredible mouth of hers. Why did I ever let her go? Spending years across the ocean, years on a job to design and produce clothing for some Queen of who knows where. Three years of satisfying myself with the memory of her. Three years of staring into the abyss and wondering what could be so great about her that I would wait this long! Three years of satisfying my sister’s and any who would reach out to the temple of sexual beings known as God’s and Goddesses for their own gratification.
Throwing my head back, throwing my cunt forward! Feeling every inch of her tongue! The way it covers more than I remember. The way it feels in my bald pussy! The way I am cuming again and again without…
“Ooh Ooooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yesssssssss” hearing this intensify. Feeling the pressure to silence the moaning. To lock lips with these two women who have been away from each other’s reach for more than a few hours.
Locking lips with Marie. Holding her by the throat while my mouth moves over hers. Pressing down her tongue, mine covering, taking command of any more emotions that she will have. The tightness around her wind pipe intensifying just when she needs it. Pulling all her thoughts right to this point in her life where she has focused!
“How may the Orgasm help you my sister?” Saying this felt so weird. Granted, my first day after being trained in all things about the Pantheon of God’s and Goddesses that this religion has, the only religion that has flowed since ancient times. And the one religion that I have vowed to uphold despite any others that may crop up in the future.
Butt back to what or rather who has cum beckoning for this priestess advice. “Yes, my” seeing this person or rather specter. This personification of a goddess standing right in front of me. “My.. my… Mmm” closing my eyes, remembering what my mentor told me about what to do in case I became tongue tied.
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