There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. She ignored them. A groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my slippery finger right in to the last knuckle. My arms circled her hips and I eased her forward until the wild foliage of her pussy hovered just above my lips. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into full erection. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. |