I rolled her onto her stomach.I rolled her onto her stomach. She arched her taut, round young ass up at me, maintaining her pussy-lock on me. I was on all four's above her, my thighs outside hers, my elbows outside her shoulders -- keeping my weight completely off her. I began pumping slowly in and out of her -- and then suddenly drove into her as deeply as I could. With her legs together as they were, her narrow cunt was even tighter. When she came, it tightened still more and seemed bent on milking my cock. She was tossing her head from side to side on her neck, her hair flying as she sobbed into the pillow and pushed her little ass up all the more urgently at my cock. Suddenly, I pulled out of her. She was still cumming as I rolled her onto her back. I took her ankles in my hands and raised and parted her legs. Her eyes were crazed and her lovely face, half-covered by her totally disheveled hair, was contorted with pleasure. Her nipples looked ready to burst, they were so swollen. I shifted my grip lower and rolled her back onto her shoulders, then jacked both hands under her. I dropped flat on the bed with my face between her upturned legs and fastened my mouth on her still-quivering pussy. The effect was cataclysmic. As soon as my tongue hit her hugely engorged clitoris, she let loose a shrill whine so high-pitched I feared for the glassware in the house. Her juicy pussy clenched so tightly that she began to expel the brew of our mutual sauces right into my mouth -- not exactly spurts, but a steady oozing. I didn't mind the taste of semen (my own, fresh, that is) but her cunt wine was so delicious that I just wanted to drink her dry. If she could ever run dry. Her climax was so strong that I didn't even mind the interruption of her velvet-vice little cunt on my achingly hard dick. This was just too tasty to pass up -- not to mention that she was cumming so hard, it was very possible I was going to shoot off out of sympathy, sort of a "contact cum," I guess. After a few minutes of this, I could tell from her movements that it was becoming a bit uncomfortable to be rolled into a 12-year-old ball of orgasm. |