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Taste
I have worked you into a froth and fucked you with intention.
My hands spread you before me
My tongue takes the message to your parted and now vacant portal
Y- my tongue circles under sweet nubbin, tail trails along a well worked fold, circles entrance to paradise and burrows in deep to complete the letter.
O- a simple but effective circumnavigation trail of the widened gate to your sweetness.
U – is all about tracing your protruding passion leaving the top open for release as it rises up to greet me.
T- is all cross tongue slash pink curtain to pink curtain, the rest is decent from clit to weeping hole with an even deeper and sweeter intrusion into the recent space vacated by my cock.
A- path is clear straight up to the seething pearl, straight down to taint with a teasing hyphen again spreading tender lips apart and leaving them a quiver.
S- a winding path of desire up through tender mound guarding sentry, snaking down and across succulent terrain only to lip the cup before driving tongue deep and in earnest.
T- completes S’s call with a response straight from bountiful pucker to now straining nub ending with a mirror image of curtain to curtain swift traverse of pointed pink tippy tongue.
E- elicits a cursive touch with full top rounding now bursting clitorus with a swirling tail to cunts sweet opening again.
S- my last S seemed so swift and effectively at having you teetering on the trough edge of the abyss. So I repeat sweet succinct travels with savor anew.
O- turns your insides out with extra suction as we round plumped lip porthole once again as thighs start to clench.
G- covers all folds with a slow side to side tongue waggle of goodness and has me lapping like a slobbering cur as your heat radiates all over me.
O – is all over you as round and round we go on the lickin’ bowl finishing deep as waves wash over you.
O- is all inside the bowl as we lick and swirl it from bottom to rim in sweet circular orgasmic effusion.
D – la petite mort needs no motion as you lie in a steaming heap of quivering lusciousness overflowing with a glow of the splendor that you are.
You taste so good
A Good Snoggin For All
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Vaulted Cheryl
As I slowly unbuttoned her blouse I was wondering where her brassiere went. The blouse was a sheer plain white button down. With Cheryl’s endowments, ornamentation, and pigmentation placement I can’t imagine that I was so busy to have not paused a moment to breathe in that view as we transacted commerce during business hours. With a translucent covering such as this, I know I would have spotted her brown nipples clearly through the fabric. Certainly the steely piercings would have shown. While those twin beauties were restrained earlier, they were surely apparent and attention grabbing now.
She undid the button on her jeans and slowly relieved the zipper of its burden. She then pivoted, bent over, and steadied herself on a stack of ten can film element cartons. Her fingertips just holding on to the box edges as she bent over offering her blue jeaned behind with arched feline back swaying action. I rolled her jeans and panties over, down, and revealed her firm curvy behind. Cheryl’s thighs were together to assist the jeans descent of her legs. Even so the gap between held her shimmering dewy jewel already wet and aquiver. The time I spent freeing her jeans from her high heels was rewarded with Cheryl spreading her legs wide. As I rose to meet my just desserts my nose initially cleaved while my tongue followed into that tasty glittering Gulch meeting Cheryl’s shimmering clitorous halfway as she rose on high heeled toes to welcome my tongues agile attack.
She flayed her arms clearing a space which she quickly filled on her back and spread her long legs above the looming boxes of film. The sound of clattering film cans on the cement floor, hopefully full of positive production elements rather that O.C.N. crashed about almost as noisily as her grunts and prurient demands. I looked down to survey her full five foot ten inch frame. Her nipple piercing shimmered back at me offset atop large rich brown perfect circle nipples erect and ready for the moment. My previous feast slayed and ripe for the plucking.
I mounted her there atop the brown cardboard boxes. Our lips met. Her bare breasts met my hairy chest through my parted shirt which I had unbuttoned for just this purpose. Each thrust into her pushed deeper into the box below until it caved and her wanton hot behind found cold metal film can below.
So while her can may have been meeting cold metal all I felt was her nails raking across my back, my cock sinking in her deep warm wet writhing satin pillow with each thrust, and the knowledge that I would never look at this film vault in the same way again.
Joy was all frizzy hair, glasses, boobs, and feminine curves everywhere else. Not stacked high, but packed and stacked to perfection.
