*God, can she kiss!

 

God, can she kiss!

It’s the style of kissing that matches my own, and drives me NUTS!  No empty cavern kissing here (you know, where someone doesn’t DO anything with your kiss, or tongue other than open their mouth.) 

 

 

 

 

Much expression with the lips as I cup her face in my hands. Small, gentle kisses, eyes, lips, neck, lips … drawing her lower lip into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. As I run my tongue between her lips and teeth, she darts her tongue into my mouth, I “catch it,” envelop it, suck it, with my tongue and mouth, swirl my tongue around hers, draw on it.

 

 

I move to tuck her under my left arm, hand at the small of her back, my thigh pressed against her pussy, right hand caressing her breast, then to her neck where I tighten my grip around it. My left hand moves to her hair, pulling her head back exposing more of her neck. Move my mouth there, to her neck, biting it … biting harder now, my right hand squeezing, pinching her nipple …

 

 

 

 

 

 

She responds passionately to the heaviness of the bite, TAKES the control away from me, runs both her hands in my hair, pulls my mouth from her neck to her mouth, sucks my tongue deep into her, simultaneously pushing me back against the couch and straddling me. Her skirt rides up as she rubs her pussy against my cock … I feel her secretions immediately dampen my thin sweats … our breathing is heavy, rapid, out of control. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She has one hand at my throat, pushing me, holding me against the couch while the other jerks my sweats loose, releasing my engorged cock.

 

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