a slow pass over her clit and then dipped inside to lap at her sweet feminine syrup. He stroked from front to back, slowly at first, and then harder with each pass. A low hiss came from Sara’s lips. She moved restlessly beneath him.
“Jesus, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered from between her thighs.
His passion reached new heights as he dusted kisses over her creamy pussy. Christ, he’d never tasted anything finer.
He spent a long time between her legs, devouring her delectable softness. He nibbled, licked, and sucked greedily on her lush clit, until her moans of pleasure merged with his. He loved how her entire body quivered beneath his ministrations. His hands climbed higher to touch full breasts through her lace bra. She closed her fingers over his, kneading her hard nipples right along with him, fueling his lust and sparking his imagination. There was nothing like a woman who took her pleasure into her own hands.
After his mouth had had its fill, he inched back. The sound of her sexually frustrated groan reached his ears and pleased the hell out of him. He loved how she responded to him, he loved how crazy his tongue made her, and he especially loved this sexy, little resuscitation game they were playing.
In a low, hushed tone, he said, “Sara, after a closer examination, I realize extreme measures must be taken. Your kitty is in dire need. It’s much worse than I’d originally thought.”
Her lids sprang open. “It is?” she asked, feigning surprise.
“Yes, it is. I think you should see for yourself.” He took one of her fingers and guided it to her gorgeous, kiss- swollen opening.
Her lashes fluttered and she moaned deep in her throat, seemingly understanding his intentions immediately. It surprised him how easily she slipped into her role, how easily she read his desires.
She shot him a smoldering look and eased one of her fingers inside. In a low, sultry tone, she said, “Ah, yes, I see, Mitch. No worries though I believe I know just what to do.”
Exhaling quickly, Mitch went back on his heels, watching in mute fascination as Sara pushed her finger all the way up inside her passion-soaked cleft. Her lids drifted shut as her other hand went to her clit, for a deep, therapeutic massage.
Mitch’s body broke out in a sweat, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure.
She began moving her finger in and out, in and out, touching herself without inhibition, taking control of her own needs, the same way one would when alone in bed, the same way he had for the last week while visions of Sara danced in his head.
As she took great pleasure in riding her finger, his muscles bunched, and without thinking he slipped his hand inside his pants to grip his cock. He was ready to explode just from watching her. He groaned low in his throat as he stroked himself. The sound gained Sara’s attention. Her lids inched open, and the two of them exchanged a long, heated look. When their eyes connected and locked, something inside Mitch softened. Before he had time to examine it further, Sara’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his hands working overtime inside his pants. She gave him a slow smile to let him know that she was enjoying his sexy show.
She spread her legs impossibly wider, affording him a better view of her sex as her finger dipped in and out of her liquid silk.
She was so goddamned wet, her cream was dripping down her legs. Mitch swiped his hand over her soaked thigh, coating his finger with her juice. When he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, she threw her head back and pinched her clit. Her bold behavior excited him more than he would have expected. He couldn’t believe how sexy, how wild she was with him.
He knew she was performing this sexy little solo act - for him. Despite everything warning him
“Jesus, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered from between her thighs.
His passion reached new heights as he dusted kisses over her creamy pussy. Christ, he’d never tasted anything finer.
He spent a long time between her legs, devouring her delectable softness. He nibbled, licked, and sucked greedily on her lush clit, until her moans of pleasure merged with his. He loved how her entire body quivered beneath his ministrations. His hands climbed higher to touch full breasts through her lace bra. She closed her fingers over his, kneading her hard nipples right along with him, fueling his lust and sparking his imagination. There was nothing like a woman who took her pleasure into her own hands.
After his mouth had had its fill, he inched back. The sound of her sexually frustrated groan reached his ears and pleased the hell out of him. He loved how she responded to him, he loved how crazy his tongue made her, and he especially loved this sexy, little resuscitation game they were playing.
In a low, hushed tone, he said, “Sara, after a closer examination, I realize extreme measures must be taken. Your kitty is in dire need. It’s much worse than I’d originally thought.”
Her lids sprang open. “It is?” she asked, feigning surprise.
“Yes, it is. I think you should see for yourself.” He took one of her fingers and guided it to her gorgeous, kiss- swollen opening.
Her lashes fluttered and she moaned deep in her throat, seemingly understanding his intentions immediately. It surprised him how easily she slipped into her role, how easily she read his desires.
She shot him a smoldering look and eased one of her fingers inside. In a low, sultry tone, she said, “Ah, yes, I see, Mitch. No worries though I believe I know just what to do.”
Exhaling quickly, Mitch went back on his heels, watching in mute fascination as Sara pushed her finger all the way up inside her passion-soaked cleft. Her lids drifted shut as her other hand went to her clit, for a deep, therapeutic massage.
Mitch’s body broke out in a sweat, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure.
She began moving her finger in and out, in and out, touching herself without inhibition, taking control of her own needs, the same way one would when alone in bed, the same way he had for the last week while visions of Sara danced in his head.
As she took great pleasure in riding her finger, his muscles bunched, and without thinking he slipped his hand inside his pants to grip his cock. He was ready to explode just from watching her. He groaned low in his throat as he stroked himself. The sound gained Sara’s attention. Her lids inched open, and the two of them exchanged a long, heated look. When their eyes connected and locked, something inside Mitch softened. Before he had time to examine it further, Sara’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his hands working overtime inside his pants. She gave him a slow smile to let him know that she was enjoying his sexy show.
She spread her legs impossibly wider, affording him a better view of her sex as her finger dipped in and out of her liquid silk.
She was so goddamned wet, her cream was dripping down her legs. Mitch swiped his hand over her soaked thigh, coating his finger with her juice. When he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, she threw her head back and pinched her clit. Her bold behavior excited him more than he would have expected. He couldn’t believe how sexy, how wild she was with him.
He knew she was performing this sexy little solo act - for him. Despite everything warning him
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