1. 03. Orla's Research


    Date: 8/1/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    There, proud and exposed, in the pushed up hips of her reclined position, was her real and naked mound. “See?” she said in a little voice but I was lost, entranced by the honey tuft perched on the little white hillock, her legs still discretely together presenting just a glimpse of a ripply crease curling under and between her thighs. As if hypnotised, I bent down and kissed the naked skin in the dips where her hips met thigh tops. Rewarded by a sigh, I sank to my knees and kissed all around her abdomen, teasing us both with where my kisses wanted to go and where they were wanted. I stroked her thighs and then – aware of her watching me – finally pressed my lips to the downy, marshmallowy skin at the join of her legs. I nipped the just visible hood of her clitoris softly with my lips, plucking it. She sighed again and opened her legs in a narrow Y, but then to my surprise lifted the mag up and carried on reading! I felt challenged and doubled my efforts, scooting round and settling between her knees, spending the briefest moment enjoying the beautiful view of her slim lips, her thick inner labia pushed out like a rude tongue, before I kissed them firmly. She caught her breath and her thighs opened a little more. My lips felt a kiss of moisture on them and wanted more. I leant into the secret warmth again and relished her flushed folds against them as I planted kisses to her, over and over. Each pushing demanding press of my lips opened her up more, until her legs were wide, ...
    her sides of flesh parted but her inner lips still closed. Yet still she gawped at that bloody magazine! She was explicitly revealed from bush to bum, with an enticing dewdrop glistening at the join of her labia. When she turned a page almost as if I wasn’t there I thought what?! and turned it all up a gear. Gently, and as softly as I could, I dabbed my tongue to her firm round clit. She swore in a little whisper, making me chortle and lick at her swollen spot more demandingly. I collected the jewel of juice on my tongue and traced it back to source, up and into her with a wriggly insistent probing that opened her up, almost unzipping her, as I licked upward. It was my turn to moan as I found her slick interior, her salty, soapy taste making me feel drunk. I slooped it all up on a flat lapping tongue and spread her clitoris with its delicious sliminess. She hummed in pleasure and moved her hips against my mouth a little but I just had to lean back and look. She was opened up completely to me, legs planted wide, her inner hood blossomed open and glossed with wetness. And even better her eyes were closed in bliss and the magazine was, finally, drooping. She opened her glinting eyes. “Oh, don’t stop now…” she purred and lifted one foot up onto the seat beside her; shimmying her hips to the edge of the seat. “I can see why they call you Fluffer!” She chuckled. I sighed and wondered how long that nickname was going to stick. How would this girl have heard it; she wasn’t even at my ...
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