Imagination running ................ on

As his hands swept down her body he arched over her, covering, but not yet touching, her body.

His head,only,lowered and his tongue brushed lightly above her apex. It swept down her upper thigh, back and over, down again and up. Up and lightly, just teasingly, around her lips. She moaned, stretching to open her legs wider and arching to reach him - but he moved back,just to keep a sense of contact.

She relaxed again and he moved forward, his tongue now circling and gently opening her lips, moistening and now pressing harder, as it gradually entered.

Withdrawing slightly, his tongue moved up - as it touched her she gasped and he circled, with gentle pressure her most sensitive of points.

Gradually his intensity increased, the pressure and speed bulding slowly and she moaned and arched, this time he did not move but took the increased contact, the the warm soft, moist pressure forcing his tongue harder against her.

As his tongue massaged her he lowered his body slightly and hungrily she drew him into her mouth, eager to respond and as the cicle was completed sensations flowed in increasing waves through them both.

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