The Heart of Revenge by Richie Drenz

and the one Pinky!”
     

CHAPTER 12
Before I Touch it
    by: Vybz
    I had her open in the warehouse. Her scent
best described as - sexified.
    “You smell so good. I could just ... could
just ... Just ... Eat you.”
    And I would. Nastily. Sloppily. Wet and
noisy. You like that?
    Her soft peachy color panty tightly squeezed
her fleshy vagina into a mouth-watering plump. Her panty was made
of a see-through sheer material. At the front was a peach mesh and
running up the front was a thin white lace. Victoria Secret written
in white straight around in the thin elastic waistband. From the
manner in which her panty was straining and buffed high, it looked
as if she had stuffed Blue Mountain in her panty. I could see her
luscious chocolate mountain of flesh clearly through her peach mesh
and lace. No hair. My face alighted. A clean, well-shaved pussy.
The tip of my cock was wet. It was steel stiff, hard enough to be
used as a bat and break someone’s leg. Her luring scent lingered
and flavoured between her crotch with a pure irresistible eroticism
that kept pulling my face and tongue closer, and closer, down into
her captivating crotch, between her legs, my face, so close, my
nose, so close, if I barely breathe, she will feel the tingles in
my breath, breathing on her trembling inner thighs, sending shivers
through her whole body. I took a long, deep, satisfying inhale, the
whiff, perfectly fresh, mouth-wateringly suckable, my pink tongue
muscled up and stiff, ready, dying to taste her well-kept pussy.
Slide my wet tongue inside her warm waiting slit. Lick her, lick
her in-between. Kiss on it. Suck on her sweet sugary pussy till she
cums in my mouth.
    It had no smell of sweat - yet. Intoxicated
by the ambience of her lovely scent, I noisily sniffed in her scent
again, greedily pushing my nose against her, held my breath, trying
to keep her marvellousness inside me, breathed out harshly, pouring
my hot breath out like a dragon. It steamed out my nose and
pattered insensitively against her legs, she quivered, just
slightly quivered. I lightly blew a soft breath on her, between her
thighs. She quivered hard. I stretched the head of my pink, stiff,
pointed, tongue towards her, towards her thigh, licked the spot,
the spot just below the foot of her panty, on the inner side of her
thigh, flicked it fluidly, slithered it freely on her thigh, my
lips clasped around the flesh of her thigh, just barely licking and
sucking so close to her sweetest spot. She went fucking mad, the
feeling of me passionately sucking close to her pussy was sending
her up the wall. She grabbed my head. Both hands. Terrified, can’t
withstand to ever having me touch her right now. She’s too aroused.
Too turned on. Too horny. Wanting me to touch her, suck her, but
can’t stand it, her legs can’t stand straight, she can't stand
another touch. I had to touch her, I had to suck. I squeezed her
breasts, wholesomely sucked up the flesh of her thigh into my
gifted mouth. Wetting the light baby hair on her inner thigh with
my sloppy mouth. The wet spot became more sensitive than the rest
of her thigh, she could feel where it was wet, it felt cooler, more
tingly, more sensitive, making her legs jitter. Imagine the feeling
she must be feeling if her whole body is shaking, so hard, so hard,
whenever my breath blows onto the wet spot on her thigh. She tried
not to shake, but she can’t, she feels my every breath on the wet
spot of her sensitive inner thigh, she shook like crazy. The baby
hair on her leg stood stiff, I sucked up her thigh again, wetting
her thigh. My warm mouth, wetting the light baby hair on her skin.
Blew on it softly. My mouth went closer to her pussy, sucked her
thigh up in my mouth, all the way up, mid-way my tongue, the brim
of my lip curled backward, bracing against the elastic of her
panty’s leg, lightly touching the crevice of her thigh and sacred
flesh, deep-sucking her, so suckingly, my cheeks sunk into two deep
dimples, my tongue working