A happy pussy is a drenched pussy. I laid her on her back and again parted lips, this time with my tongue. The first moan made me want to tease her. I repeatedly licked all over both thighs, until she squirmed for my tongue to open her slit again. I licked long from the opening of her asshole up until the belly. She then demanded my prick inside her mouth, and naturally I couldn’t refuse. I knelt right above her burgeoning bosom and looked down.She gradually turned her head towards it, and my expectations were confirmed. There was no more space in her mouth for anything other than her tongue and the head of my member. But this girl is always full of surprises! She fixed the prick with her upper and lower lips in the gentlest of vises and began to lap the tip. I couldn’t hear much, but I knew that I was in the presence of something special. Up and down, left and right, and then all over the place; this was not a blowjob. Because it wasn’t blowing, and it definitely wasn’t a job. She was concentrating, yet expressive and full flowing, like a great artist in the midst of inspiration. But alas, I did not want to cum in her mouth!
Admittedly, I searched for the opening for a few seconds. She guided me in with only a slight movement of her hips, and there were some long breaths from both of us. With rare in and out movements, I softly poked her, while enjoying the whole left side of her face, slurping it. For minutes at a time, I didn’t thrust inside of her. I wanted to connect the warmth of our bodies and just be in her. Plus, cowgirl was just around the corner!
she would stay upright and fondle her pleasure button until she would come, and then come over me and kiss me. Though visually very stimulating (how could seeing your dick being engulfed by a boiling pussy not be), cowgirl doesn’t emotionally do it for me, so after she came, we both knew that missionary was the setting for the grand finale. She literally immersed her tongue down my throat – probably as a thank you for her orgasm – and lied down. I put both my hands on each of her cheeks and mounted her. She firmly took my prick and placed it near her trickling cunt. With almost no push, I was inside her, starting to rhythmically thrust. Firstly, with only half a cock and slowly. The kisses reached a paroxysm of passion. I asked her if I was going at it too hard, but she was just grumbling and pulling me inside of her, obviously eager for yet more pounding.
Like a great athlete nearing the finish, I reached my full pace and felt our entwined bodies as one in the vibrations of the mattress. With convulsive coos near her left ear, I began climaxing and filling her with an avalanche of cum. All the intensity was released in that saintly pussy and, for a moment, I thought I was gonna faint. Then, I felt the pressure from her pussy to uncunt her. I wasn’t about to do that, as I stayed inside the warm paradise until my hard-on evaporated. The load was so huge that we both laughed the next day when assessing the damages. I don’t know how much time passed with me nestled between her breasts, with me caressing her forehead and her the back of my neck. I had fucked her many times before, but I had never dreamt of such intensity, this cocktail of emotions, the flurry of dozens of spurts inside of her when cumming, all against a background of unabashed tenderness.
