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Keep on Running (circa 1976)
Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
before rolling onto her back, her smile flirtatious, her face comically infectious, wet strings of saliva and trailing threads of yogurt glistening on her chin. The unexpected acquaintance of his early morning stubble grazing lazily over her inner thighs forced a startled gasp and a deep intake of breath, the stimulation of touch and the expectation of physical connection brushing away the slight distraction, arching her back slightly, spreading her legs wide and opening her body, giving him access to her inner heat, the labia minora peeking out through a dark bush of pubic hair, a wanting woman overwhelmed with desire, an aching vulva pleading for penetration. Spreading a generous amount of yogurt over the forest of pubic hair, smearing her vulva and coating her thighs, his warm lips and velvety tongue moving south over her thighs and down her legs, decorating her red painted toes with yogurt, nibbling and sucking each toe, feasting on the sticky substance before giving her toes a parting kiss. Lifting her thighs, pulling the cheeks apart and opening her bottom, gliding a finger along the perineum valley, teasing and probing the sensitive threshold of dark pigmented skin before sliding a slippery finger inside her anal passage, easing out slowly , pulling back the sticky flaps and folds and slipping two fingers inside her wet vagina, curling and probing against the inner walls, trying to capture the g-spot, the ultimate stimulation, the burning arousal, the compelling ... interaction of promising pursuit greeted with a welcoming moan. Gestures of approval responding to the emotional pleasure, twisting and jerking, wriggling and pushing, moving her hips in a rhythm of impulsive movements and involuntary thrusts, the tenderness of sensuous lips, the warmth of his mouth exploring her inner sanctum, breathing in the warm secretions of sexual arousal, an eager tongue moving in mystifying circles, bathing the urethra, sweeping between the delicate petals and teasing the pulsating glands, dancing playfully over the swollen hood, arousing the clitoral jewel, flooding her vulva in warm streams of saliva. Pulses racing and senses swimming, a visceral surge of adrenaline fuelling the fire of seduction, hormonal chaos flirting with the power of persuasion, the influence of promise increasing arousal, a mutual interaction of engagement stimulating expectation, intermittent contractions squeezing out vaginal fluids, the emerging heat of passion spilling down his fingers and flooding her thighs, a body overwhelmed with emotional need, a vulva moist and aching, an impatient body pleading for penetration, gestures of intimacy and frustrated sighs stumbling over insistent words. “Je veux que tu me baises…. I need you inside me.” The bed sheets wet and sticky against her back, her legs in the air and her lethal heels resting on his shoulders, the burning inferno between her legs open and inviting, the bulging veined muscle pressing urgently against the slippery ...