is grind a little bit and she's ready to fall apart.
"What do you want me to do," he asks huskily. She's forgotten for a moment what a talker he is, how he loves to discuss every move endlessly prior to during and after they actually do it.
"Want you to kiss me," Amber replies immediately, a blush staining her cheeks hot pink. She reaches between them, arching her back and forcing her crotch up firmly against his. Her hand stutters at her panty-covered pussy and taps it obviously. A grin has spread across Michael's face. "You want me to kiss your beautiful pussy, is that it, Amber?"
She shudders and his erection nudges against her as obvious as her tap. "Yes," Amber sighs rolling her pelvis in circles and trying to get some sort of friction where it's wanted most.
“Yeah, okay, lets.”
He moves to glide down her body but she stops him, her mind suddenly changed with that openly hungry expression that furrows his brows in concentration.
Amber locks her hands behind his hand and drags him down to her mouth.
Michael is stiff for a fraction of a second and Amber uses that time to kiss him breathless, sucking the very air from his body and words from his tongue, her tongue all tangled and twisted around his own. It’s the last time she’s fully in control.
Then the shock recedes and he arches up to capture her face in his hands and show her how it’s done. Amber’s panties are wet and her body is tingling by the time he breaks with a gentle lick at her kiss-swollen lower lip.
“Or maybe we could do that,” her voice is wrecked and her head feels dizzy but she doesn’t regret a moment of air deprivation.
Michael chuckles against her spit slick mouth and shifts her lower against his lap to press against his rapidly filling cock. She lets out a small moan and rocks her hips against him letting his hardness rub against her damp panties and encouraging his cock to grow.
“Or maybe more of that,” she says.
“Yeah? Then how about this?” Michael grabs her ass and hauls her close and now they’re really humping each other with intent. Her head rocks back and he closes the gap to bite down the long column of her neck and suck wet kisses over the bits of her exposed breasts her cleavage highlights where she’s falling out of her bra.
Her lower body is nude except for the thin line of her barely there thong-panties and his hands pet at her long long legs, gliding smoothly over them. Bubblegum pink is turned translucent with all her slick. He tears at her bra, unhooking her from the back, jerking it open so hard Amber feels an audible tug and hears a snap but she doesn’t have time to care because he’s tossing the material on the floor and bending his head to her nipples to suck them in.
“Yes!” she groans so loudly it’s practically a yell, “suck them,” she demands because it’s like her nipples are hotwired to her pussy and she can’t get enough.
Michael obliges, tonguing over her chest from one soft mound to the next, lips pulling in the hard nubs of her nipples and sucking on them languidly while she rides against his dick, every pull on her nipples hotwired to her wet pussy.
“Shit,” she mutters to herself. She’s shivering on the edge of orgasm and her clit has swollen enough that her pussy lips have spread and it keeps catching on the soft silk of her panties. Every jolt ramps up her lust until she’s sure, without looking, that his pants must be a sodden mess. The smell of their sex is heavy on the air, mixed pleasantly with the scent of his cologne and the flowery perfume she wears. They haven’t done much but she’s already going to come, right here.
Amber bows her head to his collarbone and whines her excitement into his throat. Her hips thrust frantically and she dry humps herself to completion against the hard ridge in his pants, his erection creating the perfect bulge for her to rock herself against.
Her climax comes over her like a slow burn, gradually building from the base
"What do you want me to do," he asks huskily. She's forgotten for a moment what a talker he is, how he loves to discuss every move endlessly prior to during and after they actually do it.
"Want you to kiss me," Amber replies immediately, a blush staining her cheeks hot pink. She reaches between them, arching her back and forcing her crotch up firmly against his. Her hand stutters at her panty-covered pussy and taps it obviously. A grin has spread across Michael's face. "You want me to kiss your beautiful pussy, is that it, Amber?"
She shudders and his erection nudges against her as obvious as her tap. "Yes," Amber sighs rolling her pelvis in circles and trying to get some sort of friction where it's wanted most.
“Yeah, okay, lets.”
He moves to glide down her body but she stops him, her mind suddenly changed with that openly hungry expression that furrows his brows in concentration.
Amber locks her hands behind his hand and drags him down to her mouth.
Michael is stiff for a fraction of a second and Amber uses that time to kiss him breathless, sucking the very air from his body and words from his tongue, her tongue all tangled and twisted around his own. It’s the last time she’s fully in control.
Then the shock recedes and he arches up to capture her face in his hands and show her how it’s done. Amber’s panties are wet and her body is tingling by the time he breaks with a gentle lick at her kiss-swollen lower lip.
“Or maybe we could do that,” her voice is wrecked and her head feels dizzy but she doesn’t regret a moment of air deprivation.
Michael chuckles against her spit slick mouth and shifts her lower against his lap to press against his rapidly filling cock. She lets out a small moan and rocks her hips against him letting his hardness rub against her damp panties and encouraging his cock to grow.
“Or maybe more of that,” she says.
“Yeah? Then how about this?” Michael grabs her ass and hauls her close and now they’re really humping each other with intent. Her head rocks back and he closes the gap to bite down the long column of her neck and suck wet kisses over the bits of her exposed breasts her cleavage highlights where she’s falling out of her bra.
Her lower body is nude except for the thin line of her barely there thong-panties and his hands pet at her long long legs, gliding smoothly over them. Bubblegum pink is turned translucent with all her slick. He tears at her bra, unhooking her from the back, jerking it open so hard Amber feels an audible tug and hears a snap but she doesn’t have time to care because he’s tossing the material on the floor and bending his head to her nipples to suck them in.
“Yes!” she groans so loudly it’s practically a yell, “suck them,” she demands because it’s like her nipples are hotwired to her pussy and she can’t get enough.
Michael obliges, tonguing over her chest from one soft mound to the next, lips pulling in the hard nubs of her nipples and sucking on them languidly while she rides against his dick, every pull on her nipples hotwired to her wet pussy.
“Shit,” she mutters to herself. She’s shivering on the edge of orgasm and her clit has swollen enough that her pussy lips have spread and it keeps catching on the soft silk of her panties. Every jolt ramps up her lust until she’s sure, without looking, that his pants must be a sodden mess. The smell of their sex is heavy on the air, mixed pleasantly with the scent of his cologne and the flowery perfume she wears. They haven’t done much but she’s already going to come, right here.
Amber bows her head to his collarbone and whines her excitement into his throat. Her hips thrust frantically and she dry humps herself to completion against the hard ridge in his pants, his erection creating the perfect bulge for her to rock herself against.
Her climax comes over her like a slow burn, gradually building from the base
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