My Unconventional Lover Feasting Pussy Eating

Feasting Pussy Eating

He moved down the bed. Looking up at me, he slid further down. He shoved me onto my back as his hands landed on the top of each of my thighs. “Oh, yes please.” I thought, as he pushed my legs apart. I knew he would be Feasting Pussy Eating like a famished man.

His head disappeared from my view. In an instant I could feel his cool breath on my lips, his mouth inches from my sex. My head sank back into the pillow as his tongue trailed across the upper limits of my thighs, tantalizingly close to my throbbing pussy.

This misunderstood man is a powerful sex God and no one knew to look at him. The rippling of his arms and back glistening in front of me. We are totally under each other’s control. I moaned blissfully, widening my legs, inviting him to gorge himself on my sweetness. I closed my eyes, lost in joy.

I’d successfully traded my limp, useless husband for this awesome, lustful king. Unconventionally handsome, devilish and better than my ex in every department. He hadn’t even made contact with my pussy, and I was calling his name.

When his big, hot tongue eventually slid along the crack of my pussy, I screamed in pure delight. To feel this man, at the mercy of my body, under the spell of my pink lips was divine. He glared deep into my eyes, fucking me with his tongue. His entire being aching just to please me. That his only desire is to give me pleasure sent my whole body into convulsions.

I love that he was Feasting Pussy Eating as if he were ravenous.

Growling like an animal he tugged at my lips with his mouth, hungrily enjoying my taste, dipping his tongue deep inside me. His hand glided up my sweat-stained stomach, covering my breast, squeezing it gently, tugging at my hard nipple. I lay my hand on top of his, forcing him to squeeze my tit harder.

After an age did he raise himself, hovering low over my clit. He grinned at me, a light trace of my juices over his chin, his fingers running up and down my leg, from ankle to waist, teasing me. Each touch sent shockwaves through my body, sending me twisting and turning on the bed. He watched these contortions with pleasure. Admiring the curves of my body, my round, full tits lying, nipples standing tall.

His fingers danced over my pussy, this time stopping at my clit. Gently, he massaged it with his tongue, his fingers pushing back my hood.

I could feel the most intense orgasm yet welling up inside me. I needed him to be done Feasting Pussy Eating me for the moment. Whimpering, almost crying with pleasure, I dragged his body towards me, on top of me. I needed desperately to feel the weight of this man on me.

As he lay down, his cock glided effortlessly into my drenched hole. A few long deep strokes were all I needed. My thighs locked around his body, my beautifully painted nails dug deep into his back. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, as the orgasm from his sweet passionate love making tore through me like a typhoon.

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