Her rounded nipples lifted out from rounded, nearly invisible areolas. She turned from side to side, and he inhaled deeply at the sight of her. She slowly unzipped the bellbottoms, and she eased them down. Her long torso narrowed into her waist, her girlish hips high. She eased the pants down from the tops of her long, full thighs, and from the wispy curls of her low-set nest. She straightened, letting the pants drop to the floor, and stepped out of them. She turned, presenting him with a view of her round ass cheeks, and sat back on his bed, her eyes on the bulge of his rod.
The T-shirt still up above her tits, she slid back on the bed, supporting her head with her hands. Her legs apart, his eyes moved down from her muff to her slit, the now amber light illuminating the flecks of down at her mound, and upon her thighs.
He moved toward her, and she let her hands slide out to the sides of her head, the T-shirt pulling down over her tits. He stood looking down at her, and he leaned forward. Her eyes widened questioningly as he reached out, and then she grinned broadly as he slid the T-shirt up from her breasts, and she raised up, her arms lifting as he removed it.
Her fingers curled together at her mouth, her forearms against the plump pectorals that flowed into her tits, and she looked at him from under dark lashes, her shapely legs shifting upon the bed. Dropping the T-shirt aside, he leaned forward onto his hands, which were to either side of her, and he kissed her fingers. Her cheeks dimpling, she slid her hands out from her mouth, resting them to the insides of her shoulder's rounded points.
He kissed her face unhurriedly, moving his lips over her cheeks and forehead, and cupping them to her eyes. She murmured happily, and he kissed the soft fullness of her mouth. Her hands bunched, pulling against her shoulders, and her lips parted against his. Her fingertips touched his cheeks, and her tongue floated with his, sliding softly over it as it furled and turned within her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she held his face in her hands as she turned her lips against his, a little murmur escaping, and she pressed her ankles in against the outsides of his thighs, rubbing his slacks against them as their kiss continued on.
Their breaths fluttering against one another's lips, he lifted his face, and looked down into the indigo pools of her lidded eyes for a moment. Then he pushed back a little off his hands, her fingers moving up into his hair, and he kissed the breadths of her out-pointing tits. Her head turned against the bed, her full lips parted as heat simmered within her breasts.
He kissed the pink. pearls of her nipples, turning his lips around them, just making contact as his tongue flowed over them. She groaned, her feet sliding up and down his thighs and hips, her legs tightening along with her cunny. His lips moved from breast to breast, from nipple to nipple, the light fading until there was only moonlight coming through the windows to illuminate them.
His knees against the side of the bed, he moved his hands to her sides as he moved his lips down over the length of her contoured belly, his hands following the tapering of her torso forward to the handholds of her waist, and then into the hips that tapered into her thighs. Her hips rocked atop the bed, but he had his body arched so that her loins did not touch him as he kissed her stomach and the button of her navel.
He stepped back as he kissed the curving of her stomach into her abdomen, and his hands held her hips firmly to slide them toward the edge of the bed. Her Achilles tendons pressed against the backs of his legs, her knees pointed out and up. Her fanny at the edge of the bed, he slid his hands back up to her waist, his thumbs sliding against the supple tendons curving down and forward at her sides, his fingers sliding over them and pressing against the dimples at the small of her back. He kissed her hips and the tops of her thighs, and began to go down to one knee, her gasping murmurs of arousal the only sounds in the room.
As he lowered himself, the hacks of his thighs and then his buttocks slid down and past her heels. His forearms sliding against the insides of her spread thighs, he moved his hands down and under her legs, and back to her hips. He turned his face, and he began to slowly kiss the taut insides of her thighs, licking the flecks of down and the lifted tendons that seemed to point toward her under slung cunny.
She licked at her full lips, her head turning against the bed as his kisses moved to the very tops of her thighs. Her heels pulled over his back, and pressed against his sides, his hands moving back to keep her thighs from pressing in against his head. Her hands tightened in the bedding as his lips moved down over the under curves of her rounded ass cheeks. Then his mouth was gliding over her light brown nest, and she gasped as the hairs shifted.
His lips pressed down against her muff, and he moved his mouth over it, his tongue flowing against her swollen pubes, his kisses coming closer and closer to her flexing slit. Her back arched, her head pressing hack against the bed, her long arms tensing as her fists clutched the bedspread. His lips touched the hairs half- concealing her splay, and her feet gripped his tighter. His lips shifted, and the hairs moved against the burning lips. Her breath caught, the pulse of her clit deepening.
His lips touched her cunt lips, tightening and loosening as he moved them up and down the dewy crevice, and she gasped, her depths expanding and contracting as her cut's pulse deepened His lips moved up and down, up and down. Her thighs trembled atop – his shoulders and against his cheeks. She moaned softly as the caressing rise and fall of his lips continued, and she cried out, waves of joy surging through her. And he continued to kiss her, his tongue now drifting in the sleek pinkness of her cleave.
She moaned, turning back and forth from the wait, her raised hands pulling the covers up around her arms and over her stomach. The contractions and expansions of her depths become more intense, and his tongue began to move up into her. The flarings of her clit quickened, orgasmic rushes shaking her. She rolled from side to side, her hips bouncing atop the bed. His tongue flicked up just under her clit, and swam back down in her fevered quiver. She sobbed, the orgasms overpowering her, the contractions and expansions merging, and she was coming, her mind filled with brightness as her body bucked and writhed.
The ecstasy engulfed her, and she lost awareness of her actions, or her words. Then, as her head began to clear a little, and the convulsions of her depths began to ease, she became aware that he was still kissing her drenched nook, his tongue still flowing within her. Her mouth dry, her throat was constricted. Her fevered body twisted, and she tried to speak but couldn't. His tongue moved up over her clit, stroking the burning node, and she cried out breathlessly, the sound fading as the air left her lungs.
His tongue moved up and down lazily, painting her clit with rapture, and the convulsions of her depths returned, but multiplied, the orgasms more intense, and there was only the pleasure flooding her mind and body, sweeping over her in quickening waves, her every nerve ending ablaze. Her head and back lifted from the bed, her eyes widening but seeing nothing but the brightness flashing behind them, the climax building, vibrating faster and faster, shaking her, and she inhaled hoarsely, the crescendo lifting her into sheer bliss.
Her legs dropped limply over his shoulders, and she fell back to the bed Her tits rising and falling, she gasped for breath, her cunny still spasming against his mouth as he touched tender kisses to her flushed cunt lips.
His head swimming, he leaned back, and forced his eyes open. He moved his eyes up from her box, over her breasts with their rounded nipples, and looked at her flushed face and her expression of satiation. He touched a kiss to her clit, and pushed up onto unsteady legs, his head filled with her fragrance. With a sleepy smile, she looked up at him.
'That was… a nice present Lori gave me,' she murmured.
'Gave you?' he asked with a surprised expression, and they both smiled.
'I -I'd like to…' she began.
'But?'
'But since I got this first, maybe Lori should ball with you first – before me,' she smiled.
'Then I'll have to see about getting together with her soon, won't I?'
'You're sweet,' she said, blushing lightly, and she pushed up onto her elbows, the tangled covers pulled up over one hip her only covering.
'No,' he said, and drew his tongue over his lips, 'it's you that's sweet.'
Grinning, she took his hands, and he drew her up and onto her feet. Her arms around him, she leaned her head against his chest as her legs steadied, and she shifted her hip against the hard rise of his tool.
'Oh, you're…' she said with alarm, and looked up at him.
'I'll keep it for when we get together,' he smiled, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, and he leaned down as she pushed onto her toes.
Their tongues moved together, their lips joined tightly, her body shifting against him. She tilted her head
