Her hair bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock.Her hair bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit. She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our lips and tongues meet. Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths. It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with her lavalier. Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm. |