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He was early. She ushered him into the lounge room where he sat on a couch. She hated excessive earliness. It was a poor start to the evening. She was running late because of indecision. Eventually, she had shaved her pussy lips and left a tidy triangle at the top. She was lucky to have her bra on. The towel she’d wrapped tight around her was small. It was the one without shaving cream over it. Her cleavage was adventurous as the towel was tucked under its self, low over a breast.

She’d been looking forward to the night, movies followed by who knows what. Hers was a good idea and she’d made the bed with crisp, clean linen in anticipation. She wondered what he had in mind. He was tall, she could see that, and his body was athletic- she hoped it was built for endurance. She loved his smile- and the bulge at the front of his pants. She was determined to investigate and had visions of his thumping cock spraying its juice. She could almost see, feel and taste it.

“Coffee?” she asked, her manner a little flirtatious. He was slow and she added,”Tea?” with the intention of keeping him occupied while she finished getting ready. He was looking around the room and quickly his eyes fell on a photograph.

“Who’s that?” he asked.

“Me,” she replied and suddenly realised. “Coffee, tea, me”, had she offered her self as a güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri choice? With a swish of her hips and a little lubrication between her thighs, she went to the kitchen. “Milk?” she called.

“Yes please.”

“Sugar?”

“No thanks, not with coffee.”

Soon she brought him coffee. Her towel slipped a little and she intended to tuck it again, a little tease to help percolate his juices. She felt very sexy in her minimal attire and stooped with a flourish in front of him as she held the coffee out. The towel loosened and a quick glance confirmed it had slipped some more. Through her transparent bra the top of her aureole was showing. He was hesitant again. His eyes wandered over her. She felt trapped, with her hands full and being unable to adjust the towel. She pushed her elbows in to keep the towel up and knew it would come undone if she stood. He looked at her.

“Can I change my mind?” She wondered what he was saying. “I think I’d prefer the “me”.” She giggled as she watched his hand extend, his fingers grasped the corner of the towel and suddenly, with a jerk, the towel was off. She was standing in front of him, dressed in her sheer, scant bra with his coffee and biscuits in her hands.

She quickly stooped to put the things on the coffee table and realised she was showing güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri him her ass. He pulled her hips and she crashed to the couch on top of him. One of his hands quickly covered her naked pussy while the other positioned her on the couch beside him.

She felt the heat of his mouth attach to her, his tongue swiped up her slit and he sucked in her sex. As fingers entered she wriggled to escape and he sucked up her clitoris. She laughed, not knowing what to do, but opened her legs wide to assist. His fingers were busy as they moved in and out. She was sopping wet and squelched with his intrusions. His tongue teased her clit, he sucked up her lips and stretched them. She writhed, seeking release. A finger went to her ass and she screamed as she bucked and he drank.

She held his head to keep it there as she responded to his touch. She tingled as her taut body thrust her cunt into his face. With ragged breath, she moaned as his tongue swept up her and lay her lips to the sides. She could feel his fingers inside, stroking the front wall and thrusting deep to touch her cervix. She opened her legs wider to give him more access.

The heat of his breath was surprising and it ruffled her remaining hair. Secretions dribbled from her to leave a large, round, wet spot on the sofa. Her hands pushed güvenilir bahis şirketleri his face to her and his lips worked their way along her slit to taste and touch. She loved the exposure, her cunt no longer hidden, but wide open and accessible.

She moaned, breathless and tingling as his tongue diddled her clit. There were sounds of him swallowing as he lapped at her. His finger slipped from her sex and, lubricated, penetrated her ass as his mouth went over her opening to suck up her orgasm. Her hands beat the lounge chair and her back arched to thrust herself at him. The tsunami raced through her and he didn’t stop. He had her clit yarded for harvest and lashed it with his tongue. Fingers inside her pumped, firm and fast.

A new wave gathered, she could feel it roll in and suddenly she writhed and screamed. Her body tensed and thrust her cunt at him as she bucked, wailed and delivered her juice. He was noisy as he sucked her and showed no sign of stopping until she pushed her hand between his mouth and her pussy to breathlessly plead that he stop. She closed her legs to keep his head out.

He looked up from her pussy, his face dripped with her secretions, and grinned. Though limp with exhaustion she couldn’t help but laugh, and he joined her. Together they laughed, both halting as they fought to get air in. He rolled her to undo the clasp of her bra and watched her tits spill as he pulled her bra away. She opened her legs again, watched as he ran his fingers over her and felt the smoothness of her shave. He opened her pussy to look, slid a finger deep inside and waited for her to be ready again.

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