continuation
I just can't get focused on work this morning, so back to the erotic reverie we began before his road trip... My achingly erect nipples give me an idea. Scooting down between your legs, I gently lift your knees a bit, then sink down. You inhale sharply, thinking that I am going down on your lovely wet, open pussy. I do, spread the swollen lips, taking an extra moment to lift back the hood of your clit - the little nub exposed is just slightly smaller than my nipple. I take my right breast and touch my nip to your little button, rub it around, and listen to the sounds: your deep breathing, the men still stroking themselves with wet sticky noises. Your legs lift a bit more. "I need your mouth on me," you whisper. And I oblige. First, teasing your lips, flicking your clit with my tongue as lightly as I can, then pushing against your entire vulva with my face, then repeating the cycle.
You start to buck, and that's when I stop. The idea is to prolong the scene, to raise all four of us to an even higher plateau of excitement. You look at me longingly, and reach down to continue the stimulation I've started. Your man is stroking hard now - imagine the sight he has been treated to as I pleasured you - positioned directly behind me, he worked himself into an incredible state watching my rear, now he gazes at your open quim, shining in the light, your fingers playing on your lips. My fellow is still masturbating as well, the knicks on his face still. I go over to him and, realizing my face is wet with your juice, kiss him through the panty fabric. He responds nicely and, through the cunty crotch, I french kiss him. His tongue responds and my mind is filled with so many mixed sensations and thoughts: the exquisite experience of your puss, the sounds of pleasure and self-pleasure in the room (and the smells!), my lover and our kiss, and the taste of cunt on the silk. Epiphany…
Your words cut through the trance, "I need some help with this cock," you implore, looking over your shoulder at me, a hand around the base of his marvelously erect organ.
You start to buck, and that's when I stop. The idea is to prolong the scene, to raise all four of us to an even higher plateau of excitement. You look at me longingly, and reach down to continue the stimulation I've started. Your man is stroking hard now - imagine the sight he has been treated to as I pleasured you - positioned directly behind me, he worked himself into an incredible state watching my rear, now he gazes at your open quim, shining in the light, your fingers playing on your lips. My fellow is still masturbating as well, the knicks on his face still. I go over to him and, realizing my face is wet with your juice, kiss him through the panty fabric. He responds nicely and, through the cunty crotch, I french kiss him. His tongue responds and my mind is filled with so many mixed sensations and thoughts: the exquisite experience of your puss, the sounds of pleasure and self-pleasure in the room (and the smells!), my lover and our kiss, and the taste of cunt on the silk. Epiphany…
Your words cut through the trance, "I need some help with this cock," you implore, looking over your shoulder at me, a hand around the base of his marvelously erect organ.