08-28-02 - 10:00 pm
He holds, touches her head gently, feeling the fineness of her hair. 'It's not happening' he thinks incredulously, feeling his dick pounding in her mouth. But somehow, by will-power 'Feel her breasts...Shes sucking you. You are in bed with a beautiful woman... he keeps his stiffness, for a while, by force of will, but somehow she finds her pace and the long, acceleration begins. For both of them the Universe focusses upon her mouth: she feels the aching over- opened jaws, he feels the sweetness of her lips and soreness as sharp little teeth, inexpertly applied, rake him from time to time. She looks at him, says nothing, and wriggles back to lie, on her side, against him. She does not speak. It is easy for him to slide his hand between her legs and place a finger into her body, tightened again due to the time since their last encounter. He feels the muscles slacken a little, and he inserts the middle and ring fingers. He works them gently, and she relaxes still more. To his surprise, she shifts, taking her weight on knees and left elbow, and she undoes the buttons of her shirt. As the last button is undone her breasts so firm and soft slide out, beside his face on either side, blocking the light, and he feels them soft against his cheeks, such heavy bliss. He moves his head between them stirring them as he forces his little finger into the unyielded passage...
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