Her moans became louder and louder, she clutched each of her nipples in her fingers, twisting and pulling at each of them harder as her fingers danced over her tight button of sensitive flesh. Sex Adding a further finger I started to slide in and out, feeling no resistance from her silky wetness, pumping my fist and screwing my fingers left and right as hard as I could as she bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts. ‘Oh fuck!’
She breathed,
‘More……more, push more fingers into me!’
I inserted my index finger, pushing the two fingers apart inside her stretching her wider. I screeched as she continued to draw my clit into her mouth even after the orgasm subsided, my clit became so sensitive and I tried to push her head away, finding the pressure unbearable. I sat on the loo, deep in thought recalling the early morning’s events. I wiped myself and flushed, washing my hands and splashing water over my face, leaning over the basin staring into the mirror, the memories again distracting me. Part 2 to follow. . . … She seemed to welcome my tongue, duelling her own with mine, exploring my mouth with more and more urgency, allowing me to taste myself. So turned on was I by our confrontation and the sexy sight of her wetness, that I moved my
