SexQuest Anal 2.…San Francisco`
…..but I want to bring you to an even higher climax, so I slow down. I stand up, leaning over you. You turn your face up to mine and we kiss deeply and longingly. Your tongue is flicking around the corners of my mouth, and I take your tongue in my mouth, sucking you in, lacing my tongue around yours. I feel your full deep breasts against my chest, and I slide my hands back down over your belly and back, over your belly and over your full buttocks, seeking, questing, delving into the crease of your ass, exploring the folds of your pussy, into the moistness, enfolding your folds in my fingers, feeling the small central tuft of fur, and the slippery smoothness of your shaved labia, moist, glistening with your warm nectar.
I loop my two arms down and around you, front and back, so that my left hand is now opening your yoni, my middle fingers curl and slide up into you, beckoning, calling to the hidden ripples of your yoni’s depths, stroking the ridged roof of your moist cave. My right hand dives around from the back, between your buttocks, like a great thick horse dick forcing your legs apart, and I gather your wetness into my hand, rubbing my wrist along the lower edge of your labia, and drawing back, adding three fingers of my right hand to the two already opening you.
You gasp and moan at the thickness of the invasion, but thrust down with your hips, grinding onto my hands. But now I draw my right hand out of your yoni, and with wet fingers, probe your pink rose, your soft tight rosebud, hidden crinkled and waiting, pulsing in anticipation as your hips grind down, back and forth, around and around. First one finger gently enters, then I add a second, withdraw those two and join my three middle fingers into a dick-like rod, and slowly, firmly, remorselessly delve, search, stroke, stretching your rosebud out into a pink flower, blossoming into a delicious sensation of fullness, exquisite intensity, verging on pain, but not quite painful.
My other hand, meanwhile, continues its intimate tango with your labia and yoni. I trill with my fingers, as though I was playing prestissimo repeated notes on a piano, trilling like a blackbird singing its evening greeting. My fingers flutter and frolic between your labia, and then stop and plunge, curling up and in again and again into your deep wet yoni, tugging and teasing the hidden hard head of your trigger, wave after wave of urgency building and building more and more intensely.
And between the waves rolling up through your belly from your yoni, and the pulses of electric intensity surging up through your buttocks and spine, the fire of your climax burns brighter and brighter, swelling and rising and filling you. My fingers, front and back, thrust harder and deeper, filling you, stretching you, driving you faster and faster towards your climax. And you thrust harder against my hands, panting now, groaning deep in your throat, moaning with the rising tide of ecstasy flowing through you, carrying you down, down, deeper and deeper into the firey sea of your burning passion.
And now I have added a fourth finger to the hand curling and stretching the mouth of your yoni, so that your yoni is dissolved into the feeling as though a huge tongue were licking the very depth of you, drinking the flow of your hot juice, sucking, drinking, gorging from the mouth of your yoni. And my other hand is also four fingers joined, digging firmly, gently, deeper into your stretched tight ass rose, pulling on you, filling you, pushing up and into your secret core. And it is as though two huge mouths are feasting on you, licking from the front and the back. Licking, licking, pressing further and further into you, my fingers twisting and turning into you, now with my thumbs tucked in between my fingers, so that both your ass and your yoni together feel fuller, tighter, stretched to their limits in a raging sea, a storm of urgent pulsation pounding, pounding in ever greater waves…and suddenly the wave breaks in a cascading torrent of release. You shudder and the wave ripples through your belly and back, shivering up through your spine and breasts, darting through your arms and legs, tingling to the roots of your hair, to the tips of your toes and fingers. …….aaaaaaaahhhhh yessssss……
I withdraw my hands slowly from your warm moist lips, enfold you in my arms, and again we kiss longingly. I bend down over you, gently sucking your lips, running my tongue down the side of your neck, feeling the soft curtain of your long dark hair drift against my arms. And your full deep breasts nuzzle against my waist. I trace soft circles around your wide brown areolas, teasing your hardened nipples between my fingers. You lean into me, melting, merging in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“How about that shower you wanted?” I ask, “I think we have a long day ahead of us….”
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…..but I want to bring you to an even higher climax, so I slow down. I stand up, leaning over you. You turn your face up to mine and we kiss deeply and longingly. Your tongue is flicking around the corners of my mouth, and I take your tongue in my mouth, sucking you in, lacing my tongue around yours. I feel your full deep breasts against my chest, and I slide my hands back down over your belly and back, over your belly and over your full buttocks, seeking, questing, delving into the crease of your ass, exploring the folds of your pussy, into the moistness, enfolding your folds in my fingers, feeling the small central tuft of fur, and the slippery smoothness of your shaved labia, moist, glistening with your warm nectar.
I loop my two arms down and around you, front and back, so that my left hand is now opening your yoni, my middle fingers curl and slide up into you, beckoning, calling to the hidden ripples of your yoni’s depths, stroking the ridged roof of your moist cave. My right hand dives around from the back, between your buttocks, like a great thick horse dick forcing your legs apart, and I gather your wetness into my hand, rubbing my wrist along the lower edge of your labia, and drawing back, adding three fingers of my right hand to the two already opening you.
You gasp and moan at the thickness of the invasion, but thrust down with your hips, grinding onto my hands. But now I draw my right hand out of your yoni, and with wet fingers, probe your pink rose, your soft tight rosebud, hidden crinkled and waiting, pulsing in anticipation as your hips grind down, back and forth, around and around. First one finger gently enters, then I add a second, withdraw those two and join my three middle fingers into a dick-like rod, and slowly, firmly, remorselessly delve, search, stroke, stretching your rosebud out into a pink flower, blossoming into a delicious sensation of fullness, exquisite intensity, verging on pain, but not quite painful.
My other hand, meanwhile, continues its intimate tango with your labia and yoni. I trill with my fingers, as though I was playing prestissimo repeated notes on a piano, trilling like a blackbird singing its evening greeting. My fingers flutter and frolic between your labia, and then stop and plunge, curling up and in again and again into your deep wet yoni, tugging and teasing the hidden hard head of your trigger, wave after wave of urgency building and building more and more intensely.
And between the waves rolling up through your belly from your yoni, and the pulses of electric intensity surging up through your buttocks and spine, the fire of your climax burns brighter and brighter, swelling and rising and filling you. My fingers, front and back, thrust harder and deeper, filling you, stretching you, driving you faster and faster towards your climax. And you thrust harder against my hands, panting now, groaning deep in your throat, moaning with the rising tide of ecstasy flowing through you, carrying you down, down, deeper and deeper into the firey sea of your burning passion.
And now I have added a fourth finger to the hand curling and stretching the mouth of your yoni, so that your yoni is dissolved into the feeling as though a huge tongue were licking the very depth of you, drinking the flow of your hot juice, sucking, drinking, gorging from the mouth of your yoni. And my other hand is also four fingers joined, digging firmly, gently, deeper into your stretched tight ass rose, pulling on you, filling you, pushing up and into your secret core. And it is as though two huge mouths are feasting on you, licking from the front and the back. Licking, licking, pressing further and further into you, my fingers twisting and turning into you, now with my thumbs tucked in between my fingers, so that both your ass and your yoni together feel fuller, tighter, stretched to their limits in a raging sea, a storm of urgent pulsation pounding, pounding in ever greater waves…and suddenly the wave breaks in a cascading torrent of release. You shudder and the wave ripples through your belly and back, shivering up through your spine and breasts, darting through your arms and legs, tingling to the roots of your hair, to the tips of your toes and fingers. …….aaaaaaaahhhhh yessssss……
I withdraw my hands slowly from your warm moist lips, enfold you in my arms, and again we kiss longingly. I bend down over you, gently sucking your lips, running my tongue down the side of your neck, feeling the soft curtain of your long dark hair drift against my arms. And your full deep breasts nuzzle against my waist. I trace soft circles around your wide brown areolas, teasing your hardened nipples between my fingers. You lean into me, melting, merging in the afterglow of your orgasm.
“How about that shower you wanted?” I ask, “I think we have a long day ahead of us….”
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