2. The ceiling fan slowly swirls the warm evening air into a pleasant coolness. The distant swish of the waves lapping up the beach sighs along the white sand. The air is filled with the singing of cicadas, and as I look out to sea, over the smooth swelling curve of your belly, the sun is rapidly setting into an orange haze over the rippling gold shimmer of the ocean. A young couple on holiday have settled down on the beach to watch the sunset just below our balcony. They are relaxed and carefree, their voices floating up to us. They’ve been swimming, and are now drinking rum and lime as they wrap themselves up in each other, giggling, kissing, noisily making out barely ten feet from where we lie. There’s something deliciously sexy about knowing that they could hear us if we were making much sound. All of a sudden, our lovemaking has become almost public. The very thought of it turns me on even more.
I turn away from the sunset…there’ll be another as glorious tomorrow. .and nuzzle down into your plump vulva, the skin so smooth, sweet and soft. My tongue probes again and flickers across the moist tip of your passion. But the middle two fingers of my right hand are sliding into you, into the wetness of your tight cave, curling upwards, feeling the subtle ridged hardness of your yoni’s surface, tight over the bone of your pubis. My fingers curl up into you, sucked into you by the urgent squeezing of your yoni muscles, palpitating against my fingers as I stroke, and stroke, my fingers curling and questing, seeking out the precise place within your folds where you feel the most intense ecstasy.
You begin to thrust down urgently against my hand , pushing your soft wet pussy down harder, trying to suck more of my fingers into your tightness.
“Oh please,” you moan aloud, “please fuck me now, pleeease, come into me.”
“Noooo no. Not yet, babe, not yet.”
I speed up the stroking, and slide my first finger into you beside the other two, so that now you are feeling the stretch in your yoni mouth, and the waves of electricity are building again. Suddenly you groan aloud, moaning and really grinding down hard against my hand. I reach round with my left hand and find your nipple, firm and perked up in your passion. You twist up to me, flicking your tongue into my mouth, keeping it hard and thrusting it into the corners of my mouth, licking up behind my lips, along my teeth.
“Oh god, babe, that’s too much…”
You have reached round with your hands, and you grab my nipples and squeeze them really hard, twisting them and tugging on them. I can feel my curved hardness straining and throbbing against the bed. The spasms speeding from my nipples thrill me like orgasms through my chest. I bend down and make my tongue flutter as fast as I can across your swollen seed. Now I have four fingers stretching your yoni to the limit, but my hands are large, and your moaning becomes a gasping cry. Your yoni muscles pulse and pulse, and a great shuddering ripple of ecstasy courses through you.
“Ooooooh my god oh my god. …”
My tongue increases its flickering, fluttering, and I’m shaking my head rapidly from side to side so my nose is rubbing you as well, while my tongue laps at your yoni lips and my fingers are vibrating, playing a prestisimmo trill against the inner walls of your tight stretched cave., playing you like an Indian tabla drum, beating out an unstoppable rhythm in the music of our passion.
“FUCK ME NOW, you bastard, FUUUUCK MEEEEE….”
The giggling of the couple outside stops.
“Did you hear that?” the boy says.
“I think the whole beach heard it,” his girl giggles.
“Hey” says the boy, “should we join them?”
“No way honey,” says the girl,” come here….now…Mmmmmm…that’s more like it”
And they become very quiet.
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I turn away from the sunset…there’ll be another as glorious tomorrow. .and nuzzle down into your plump vulva, the skin so smooth, sweet and soft. My tongue probes again and flickers across the moist tip of your passion. But the middle two fingers of my right hand are sliding into you, into the wetness of your tight cave, curling upwards, feeling the subtle ridged hardness of your yoni’s surface, tight over the bone of your pubis. My fingers curl up into you, sucked into you by the urgent squeezing of your yoni muscles, palpitating against my fingers as I stroke, and stroke, my fingers curling and questing, seeking out the precise place within your folds where you feel the most intense ecstasy.
You begin to thrust down urgently against my hand , pushing your soft wet pussy down harder, trying to suck more of my fingers into your tightness.
“Oh please,” you moan aloud, “please fuck me now, pleeease, come into me.”
“Noooo no. Not yet, babe, not yet.”
I speed up the stroking, and slide my first finger into you beside the other two, so that now you are feeling the stretch in your yoni mouth, and the waves of electricity are building again. Suddenly you groan aloud, moaning and really grinding down hard against my hand. I reach round with my left hand and find your nipple, firm and perked up in your passion. You twist up to me, flicking your tongue into my mouth, keeping it hard and thrusting it into the corners of my mouth, licking up behind my lips, along my teeth.
“Oh god, babe, that’s too much…”
You have reached round with your hands, and you grab my nipples and squeeze them really hard, twisting them and tugging on them. I can feel my curved hardness straining and throbbing against the bed. The spasms speeding from my nipples thrill me like orgasms through my chest. I bend down and make my tongue flutter as fast as I can across your swollen seed. Now I have four fingers stretching your yoni to the limit, but my hands are large, and your moaning becomes a gasping cry. Your yoni muscles pulse and pulse, and a great shuddering ripple of ecstasy courses through you.
“Ooooooh my god oh my god. …”
My tongue increases its flickering, fluttering, and I’m shaking my head rapidly from side to side so my nose is rubbing you as well, while my tongue laps at your yoni lips and my fingers are vibrating, playing a prestisimmo trill against the inner walls of your tight stretched cave., playing you like an Indian tabla drum, beating out an unstoppable rhythm in the music of our passion.
“FUCK ME NOW, you bastard, FUUUUCK MEEEEE….”
The giggling of the couple outside stops.
“Did you hear that?” the boy says.
“I think the whole beach heard it,” his girl giggles.
“Hey” says the boy, “should we join them?”
“No way honey,” says the girl,” come here….now…Mmmmmm…that’s more like it”
And they become very quiet.
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