Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
She bends forward to kiss him for real, opens his mouth up with her tongue and gives him just a moment to catch up before she’s pulling his head back and taking what she wants. It’s hot, teeth clacking and strands of spit folding around their tongues as they battle for dominance. She grinds against him, strip of lace covering her pussy riding up as it gets thin with wetness.
She pulls back just enough, keeping the puffy pout of his lower lip between her teeth as she goes. He follows her with his tongue and she suddenly needs it inside of her as soon as fucking possible.
Lisa bats his hands away and slides up his body, rubbing her pussy juice up along his chest as she goes, marking her territory. She hovers just over his chin and reaches down to slide the thong aside so the meat of her cunt is right there hovering over the heat of his mouth.
“No hands,“ she whispers and sees him nod almost imperceptibly at the same time that his tongue reaches out and licks along her folds for the first time.
She shivers, holding as still as she can, trying to summon up a control that tequila and lust is trying hard to damper.
She swivels down then in a little figure eight movement, riding just the tip of his tongue, which is quivering almost as badly as her thigh muscles. She presses one hand against the wall behind the bed for support and dips down a little. He stays still, letting her set the pace, giving over his tongue and mouth and face like the best kind of sacrifice.
At this angle, his bottom of his nose is bumping up against her clit just so and if Lisa wasn’t so turned on she might worry about how the poor guy is breathing. Fortunately he seems like a talented guy, and when he points his tongue just so and starts fucking her with it like a little dick, she stops caring about anything that’s not oh god like that.
She slams both hands on the wall now, and starts riding him for all she’s worth, her thigh muscles screaming at her almost as badly as how her pussy is pulsing around the guy’s tongue. She’s so wet, pussy juice all over the guy’s face like an oil slick, but it makes the slide so smooth and sweet.
She hears a squelching sound and it’s so filthy, so hot, that she digs down into him, rubbing her clit against that swollen mouth until her body gives up and she starts shaking with her orgasm.
He finally breaks her rule and grabs her ass with both hands, bringing her down even harder onto his face and rubbing her cunt back and forth along the pad of his tongue until she’s so sensitive that she has to pull herself off just to stop from vibrating out of her skin.
Lisa collapses on the bed next to him and takes a moment to catch her breath before looking over at him with sleepy eyes.
The guy is laying there, rubbing his fingers over her pussy juice where it’s smeared all over his face, sucking them into his mouth at every pass like it’s the best tasting shit he’s ever ate.
“I’m Dean,” the guy says absently, running his wet thumb over his gums.
She bends forward to kiss him for real, opens his mouth up with her tongue and gives him just a moment to catch up before she’s pulling his head back and taking what she wants. It’s hot, teeth clacking and strands of spit folding around their tongues as they battle for dominance. She grinds against him, strip of lace covering her pussy riding up as it gets thin with wetness.
She pulls back just enough, keeping the puffy pout of his lower lip between her teeth as she goes. He follows her with his tongue and she suddenly needs it inside of her as soon as fucking possible.
Lisa bats his hands away and slides up his body, rubbing her pussy juice up along his chest as she goes, marking her territory. She hovers just over his chin and reaches down to slide the thong aside so the meat of her cunt is right there hovering over the heat of his mouth.
“No hands,“ she whispers and sees him nod almost imperceptibly at the same time that his tongue reaches out and licks along her folds for the first time.
She shivers, holding as still as she can, trying to summon up a control that tequila and lust is trying hard to damper.
She swivels down then in a little figure eight movement, riding just the tip of his tongue, which is quivering almost as badly as her thigh muscles. She presses one hand against the wall behind the bed for support and dips down a little. He stays still, letting her set the pace, giving over his tongue and mouth and face like the best kind of sacrifice.
At this angle, his bottom of his nose is bumping up against her clit just so and if Lisa wasn’t so turned on she might worry about how the poor guy is breathing. Fortunately he seems like a talented guy, and when he points his tongue just so and starts fucking her with it like a little dick, she stops caring about anything that’s not oh god like that.
She slams both hands on the wall now, and starts riding him for all she’s worth, her thigh muscles screaming at her almost as badly as how her pussy is pulsing around the guy’s tongue. She’s so wet, pussy juice all over the guy’s face like an oil slick, but it makes the slide so smooth and sweet.
She hears a squelching sound and it’s so filthy, so hot, that she digs down into him, rubbing her clit against that swollen mouth until her body gives up and she starts shaking with her orgasm.
He finally breaks her rule and grabs her ass with both hands, bringing her down even harder onto his face and rubbing her cunt back and forth along the pad of his tongue until she’s so sensitive that she has to pull herself off just to stop from vibrating out of her skin.
Lisa collapses on the bed next to him and takes a moment to catch her breath before looking over at him with sleepy eyes.
The guy is laying there, rubbing his fingers over her pussy juice where it’s smeared all over his face, sucking them into his mouth at every pass like it’s the best tasting shit he’s ever ate.
“I’m Dean,” the guy says absently, running his wet thumb over his gums.
Poor fucker didn’t even get his jeans off yet.
Lisa smirks. Today is awesome.
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you shoudl probably write the next part
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