The Night Is Young

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You shimmied and wiggled your hips as I pulled those pretty panties off of you. You've already made me groan, I thought this as I brought those panties up to my nose, Inhaling deeply, smelling your sweet aromas, causing my cock already to react. Fuck baby, my instinct opened my mouth, lick the crotch, tasting you, looking into your eyes, you're so wet already, dripping in your panties, you bad, bad girl.

And then you nodded, I've been wanting you, I've been wanting you all day. I pushed your legs right apart where you stood, and you obliged willingly as my hand slid right up your inner thigh. I could feel you shivering at the touch of my finger upon your skin, as my hand traveled up, up to your dripping folds.

Damn baby girl, I thought as my fingers parted you, your warm juices so silky and smooth on my fingers, I parted you open even further, as my thumb rolled over your heart, tiny little clit. I continued working my thumb back and forth, my fingers slowly, effortlessly sliding inside of you. I can feel you now, squeezing your legs together in excitement, you're trembling.

I brought my now wet hand up to my mouth, tasting, tasting your sweet essence, licking, sucking on them. My tongue tingling at your taste and your smell, your eyes, your eyes could see my cock straining for a lease from my pants, and then that broad smile spread right across your face. I wonder if my excitement was evident.

Inserting my fingers right back inside of you this time, slightly curling, thrusting them upwards as you wiggle and press down on my hand, my thumb pressing hard against your clit. As I thrust in, I could hear your breath, ragged, short. You were close, so close, and I knew your body so well, and the responses you gave me.

Withdrawing just before you came, I hear you cry out, not yet, baby girl, we're just getting underway, not yet. I repeated this as I pulled away, and I stood, and you expertly pulled my zipper down, freeing me completely, my heart throbbing, wet tip already oozing pre-come. You, you knew that my desire was going to consume you tonight.

It pleased me to see your eyes widen inside of me, my words in your ears. I want your little mouth on my cock. Without reaction, you turn, squatting down, taking my throbbing, dripping hardness right into your hands and immediately in your mouth.

I couldn't help my head rolling back as you swallowed me whole. Your warm, wet tongue flat on the bottom of my shaft, all the way down to my balls. You inhaled me, working up and down on my rigid, throbbing cock.

Massaging, sucking on my balls. If I didn't know better, I'd say you loved having me in your mouth. You liked my musky smell and the taste of my salty pre-come.

You've devoured me, voraciously, and as my groans increased, I drove you even wilder with lust for me. And when, when I couldn't take much more, I hooked my hands underneath your arms, pulling you up, kissing you deeply, your wet mouth full of my taste. I probed your tongue.

I reached my hand down between those pretty legs. You're dripping, wet, running down your thighs. Mmm, baby girl, you are so wet.

Swooping you right up into my arms, I carried you like some sort of superhero to the bedroom, stripping off your remaining clothes with intense urgency before throwing you on the bed and peeling off my own, quickly. I stood there for a moment, taking all this in, admiring your naked body laying right before me. You were riving, eager for my touch, my hands upon your flesh.

I started at your feet and toes, nibbling and sucking as your hips pulled back and forth. Not yet, baby, not yet. So slowly and methodical, I worked my way up your calves, thighs, and legs, your squeals making my cock throb that much harder.

I kissed and bit your inner thighs, each response from you ecstasy, making you grab the sheets, pulling in unison with your groans, quickening as the pain of each bite was followed by the wet caress of my tongue. I could tell your body was as on fire as mine as you trembled seemingly uncontrollably and I inhaled your sex, that aroma of your lust and your love overflowing. I was humming as my tongue, flat again upon your folds, licked right up your slit.

I shivered as your taste danced on my tongue. I parted you on the second lick and you immediately flooded my mouth with your essence. I had to have more of you.

I licked and continued and bit your folds as you writhed on the bed, your hands death-gripping the sheets, my tongue rolling over your heart, clipped back and forth, up and down, each lick becoming more gorged as you purred as my tongue passed over it. I wanted to devour you completely as you begged, begged for release. My mind was racing.

Your head was pushed into the mattress. Your back arched and now you're begging, begging for me to stop. You could feel my breath blowing on your swollen pussy, my tongue circling your clit, keeping your senses heightened.

I felt delirious, but I kept on licking, sucking, kissing, my tongue playing your body like some beautiful instrument as my hands searched you, turning each movement, your groans deepening. Fuck. Fuck.

Please.