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Someone Said it Better...
Someone Said it Better... This is for you, baby. This is what I want... Thank you, hilltopsoul for expressing what I couldn't and letting me<b> </font></b>you yet again. This is FUN....The moisture in her mouth lavished and poured upon his manhood, and she continued to stroke him with her succulent mouth. The pressure was perfect; the feeling was ecstasy. Watching her move back and forth, and strings of saliva kneading beneath her soft lips, foaming ever so slightly, brought his state of arousal to immeasurable heights. He was certain he was going to release his creamy white nectar into her mouth at any moment; yet he tried to restrain himself with all that was in him. He wanted to prolong the feeling. But moreso, he wanted a chance to return the pleasure before he reached any level of satisfaction. "Wait...", he urged. "Can I...." He could barely say those words. His breathing had intensified, and his vocal chords seemed to have been rendered useless. Nevertheless, she knew what he was asking. Her hand gripped him, maintaining the pressure with her soft hands now moistened by a mixture of his pre cum and her saliva. She stroked him generously and she rose to her feet. Yet as she stood, she leaned into him with her tongue...licking in one steady motion until she reached his firm nipples. He wasted no time, sliding his hand from the back of her neck down beneath her arm so his hand could trace the full contour of her breast. Pausing only to circle his finger around her erect nipple, his hands dropped to feel her firm stomach and down to the elegant band along the top of her panties. They were lacy, white, and undeniably moist. In a tease, he slid his flattened hand against the smooth outline of her form on the outside of her panties. And through the thin material, his knowing middle finger pressed against the fabric. He wanted to show his desire for her body with an loud statement. And so thrusting his hand deep between her legs, so that his full hand covered her pussy and the tips of his fingers disappeared into the soft and fleshly valley of her ass, he pierced through the soft lips of her pussy as he pull his hand upward. His middle finger pressed firmly against the lacy fabric, feeling the softness and moisture until it he found the distinctly perfect firmness of her clit. She moaned, throwing her head forward so her forehead rested on his shoulder. She lifted her leg instinctively, wrapping around the back of his thigh, so he would have more access. And for the first time since she seized him, her hand left his cock and rested upon the top of his hand. She pressed against the back of it, forcing it more firmly against him as though she were using him as a toy. Her fingers pressed against his, so as to urge him to apply more pressure. And he did. She breathed deeply, and licked his shoulder. Instantly, he could feel his cock harden even more, even without her touch. His pleasure in feeling her body convulse and respond to his simple touch excited him beyond anything. His lifted his hand enough to find the elastic of her panty line, and gently slid his fingers beneath feeling a thin strip of trimmed hair. And as it always did when his hands found acceptance into the sanctity of a woman's pleasure, the warmth and softness left him amazed. His fingers searched for entrance through the soft tissues that tightly guarded her pussy. And there, finding the firmness of her flesh, his fingers were lubricated in her juices. The distinct sound of his finger slipping along her pussy towards her clit reached their ears. She recoiled into him again at his touch. Her hand again pressing against his from the outside of her panties. He firmly circled her clit with his finger, very acute in mind to how she felt . He was good at this, and he knew it. Rarely did a woman ever escape his touch without orgasm. Circling, and careful to tune into her response at the pressure he applied, his finger massaged her clit. Only to find more lubrication did he break from his rhythm, when he would plunge two fingers deep into her. He would gently run his fingers against the inner wall of her pussy, yet firmly, teasingly playing with where her g-spot may secretly reside. She would convulse at this, and she would moan deeply as his fingers now moist again would slide out and resume appreciating her clit. He was loving every stroke, every touch. And she, realizing how sensual and respectful he was toward her pleasure, began to deeply crave the taste of his cum. She wanted to feel his cock spasm and tighten without ability to withstand her teasing any longer, and so to have the best orgasm he'd ever had. Visit hilltopsoul for the first few chapters of this tale... When it comes to sex, I need a STRONG connection. Otherwise, the page just keeps buffering and takes FOREVER to load... |
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8/23/2011 7:37 am |
I love those nights! They're the best! That's the kind of night were you finally come up for air and realise it's 1:30, and you went to bed at 10:00 which only felt like an hour ago!
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8/16/2011 6:31 pm |
There needs to be an emoticon for an erection.
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