"OOhhhh!" I repeated, setting up a three - one rhythm."OOhhhh!" I repeated, setting up a three - one rhythm. I began to nibble and lick her earlobe. "Uh... More... Ohhh..." she panted. My own breath was labored. Not wanting to bring myself to culmination yet, I paused, and as I did so, she drew her knees up beside my ribs. I drew her legs around till her calves were resting on my shoulders, then resumed. My plunges, aided by the new position, were probing new depths. "Ooo...mmm...mmm...MMMM...OH!...OHHHHHHHHHHHH" Her hands and feet began to flutter. Her belly contracting, her love tunnel became a furnace, heaving and convulsing. I pressed in deeply, mashing by pubic bone against her lovebud, the point of my spear throbbing deep within her. "NNNNNNG!...MMMMMMM!...OHHHhhhh!...Oh!...Ooh!...H!...H!" The depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting. Her skin became radiant, almost glowing. Her eyes glazed. Her nipples erected so far they seemed to burst. Watching her, I was ready to trigger. "Ohhh...Please...MMMMM...You too", she panted. "No. Not (mmm) yet. I want (ahh) you to have (mm) another." A few moments of inactivity. Calmer. My internal fires subsiding slightly, I lifted one of her legs over my head, and turned her. Still coupled, we maneuvered so that she was kneeling before me, her magnificent buttocks raised toward me. I reached around and under her, one hand cupping a breast, the other finding her love button and gently stroking it. I renewed my rhythmic thrusts, which she answered by rocking back onto me. One of her hands found the sac of my scrotum and began caressing my balls, gently squeezing them, her fingers stroking them. I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently. Then I moved them down, my fingers tracing her spine down to the valley between the dimpled globes of her rump, then to feel and squeeze the flesh of them. I watched, fascinated, how our organs fit together. How her flesh wrapped around me, clinging to me on withdrawal as though reluctant to let go, then turning inward again. The sight was too much to bear. My thumb strayed to caress and stroke the soft purplish pucker of her postern gate. It was wet with the overflow of her passion. I played with it, my fingers dancing lightly. |