its long, regal perfection.
Just the taste of her was almost more than I could stand. I wanted to tear the clothes from her body and devour her right there, right then, with no regard for the future. Or even her pleasure. My need was raw and my desire threatened to overtake me.
But some sense of self-preservation held me back, this was something more important. I wasn't just a starving man, wanting to consume the succulent meal in front of me, although the urgency that pushed me onward felt that way. This was something special. Something divine. A precious gift I wanted to be able to feast upon again, and again, regardless of the primal urges screaming for my attention.
"Angela," I whispered into her hair, wrapping my fingers through her long tresses and biting into the soft flesh of her neck.
I caressed her sweet, supple breast. She trembled under my hand, her heart beating wildly like a small caged bird. I wanted to protect her and consume her, all the same time.
As I pressed her back against the sofa, she looked up at me, her wide emerald eyes full of wonder and desire. I pressed my rigid cock against her warm yielding body, wanting to bury myself inside her.
"Antonio," she breathed. And that made me harder.
I fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress as I rained kisses down her chest. She pushed me away, and I sat up in confusion until I realized she was turning her shoulder to me so I could unzip it easily. Together we pulled down the top of her dress and I slipped the strap of the undergarment off her shoulder as I nibbled the delicate skin underneath.
"Cara, oh Cara, you drive me crazy."
She took my face in her hands, gazing deeply into my eyes and opened her mouth invitingly as she drew me forward.
I felt her move beneath me, rubbing herself along the length of my throbbing dick. This is crazy, I thought, pushing back my urge to take her right then, to force my way into her sweet, tight slit.
Closing my eyes, I pushed myself up from her, stifling a small groan. Then I opened my eyes, looking down at her face and was rewarded with a look of such sweet trust and raw desire as I could ever hope for.
I moved back on the sofa, pushing her skirt up to her waist and grabbing her stockings and underwear, pulling them down around her knees. She laughed, wiggling out of them and tossing them to the floor.
Running my hands up her thighs to her soft mound, I used my thumbs to gently stroke the outside of her labia. I smiled, she was already warm and slick. I ran my fingers along her slit, pressing gently and separating the lips. She shivered, a sharp intake of breath and then a clenching of her muscles as I teased her with a soft exhale of my breath.
I leaned all the way down, gently kissing her most intimate parts. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, pausing to suck gently on her clit as I continued to gently massage the muscles on either side.
"Ooooooh," she moaned. "AnTONio!"
I grinned, I loved hearing the tiny gasps and moans she made, knowing it was me who caused them, me giving her pleasure. It was me she wanted. She reached down, grabbing the back of my head as she pressed herself against me even harder.
My tongue continued to lap her sweetness, pressing it inside the walls of her warm, sweet pussy while I massaged her clit. I felt her press even harder against me, beginning to move in a rhythmic fashion that told me she was just about to come.
"More," she begged. "Oh, please!"
"Mmmmm, you like this?" I asked, raising my head briefly from my task.
"Oh yes, oh yes. Oh please. Don't stop. I'm so close."
"That's my girl. Come for me Angela." I leaned down to complete my welcome duties. Using my fingers, stretching deep inside, and curling up to the front, I pressed gently against her pleasure spot, as I sucked her clit, running my tongue around and over the top of her sensitive nub.
I cupped her breast with my left hand, massaging gently as I continued to lick my way inside
Just the taste of her was almost more than I could stand. I wanted to tear the clothes from her body and devour her right there, right then, with no regard for the future. Or even her pleasure. My need was raw and my desire threatened to overtake me.
But some sense of self-preservation held me back, this was something more important. I wasn't just a starving man, wanting to consume the succulent meal in front of me, although the urgency that pushed me onward felt that way. This was something special. Something divine. A precious gift I wanted to be able to feast upon again, and again, regardless of the primal urges screaming for my attention.
"Angela," I whispered into her hair, wrapping my fingers through her long tresses and biting into the soft flesh of her neck.
I caressed her sweet, supple breast. She trembled under my hand, her heart beating wildly like a small caged bird. I wanted to protect her and consume her, all the same time.
As I pressed her back against the sofa, she looked up at me, her wide emerald eyes full of wonder and desire. I pressed my rigid cock against her warm yielding body, wanting to bury myself inside her.
"Antonio," she breathed. And that made me harder.
I fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress as I rained kisses down her chest. She pushed me away, and I sat up in confusion until I realized she was turning her shoulder to me so I could unzip it easily. Together we pulled down the top of her dress and I slipped the strap of the undergarment off her shoulder as I nibbled the delicate skin underneath.
"Cara, oh Cara, you drive me crazy."
She took my face in her hands, gazing deeply into my eyes and opened her mouth invitingly as she drew me forward.
I felt her move beneath me, rubbing herself along the length of my throbbing dick. This is crazy, I thought, pushing back my urge to take her right then, to force my way into her sweet, tight slit.
Closing my eyes, I pushed myself up from her, stifling a small groan. Then I opened my eyes, looking down at her face and was rewarded with a look of such sweet trust and raw desire as I could ever hope for.
I moved back on the sofa, pushing her skirt up to her waist and grabbing her stockings and underwear, pulling them down around her knees. She laughed, wiggling out of them and tossing them to the floor.
Running my hands up her thighs to her soft mound, I used my thumbs to gently stroke the outside of her labia. I smiled, she was already warm and slick. I ran my fingers along her slit, pressing gently and separating the lips. She shivered, a sharp intake of breath and then a clenching of her muscles as I teased her with a soft exhale of my breath.
I leaned all the way down, gently kissing her most intimate parts. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, pausing to suck gently on her clit as I continued to gently massage the muscles on either side.
"Ooooooh," she moaned. "AnTONio!"
I grinned, I loved hearing the tiny gasps and moans she made, knowing it was me who caused them, me giving her pleasure. It was me she wanted. She reached down, grabbing the back of my head as she pressed herself against me even harder.
My tongue continued to lap her sweetness, pressing it inside the walls of her warm, sweet pussy while I massaged her clit. I felt her press even harder against me, beginning to move in a rhythmic fashion that told me she was just about to come.
"More," she begged. "Oh, please!"
"Mmmmm, you like this?" I asked, raising my head briefly from my task.
"Oh yes, oh yes. Oh please. Don't stop. I'm so close."
"That's my girl. Come for me Angela." I leaned down to complete my welcome duties. Using my fingers, stretching deep inside, and curling up to the front, I pressed gently against her pleasure spot, as I sucked her clit, running my tongue around and over the top of her sensitive nub.
I cupped her breast with my left hand, massaging gently as I continued to lick my way inside
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