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tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue bathed her lips,
then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find her tongue
which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine, now forcing its way
into my mouth, now withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being
waged which could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course
from her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and yielding
that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down her leg to her
slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more
slowly. As I felt the warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against
my hand, her leg retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital
of her passion. At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I
moved my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she
drew. My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split
apart to admit it. Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my finger and bathed
it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth as her arms reached out
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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tickled in my ear as her mouth sought my own. My tongue bathed her lips,
then ran along her teeth, then slipped between them to find her tongue
which, far from being reticent, fought gently with mine, now forcing its way
into my mouth, now withdrawing. My hand, while this oral battle was being
waged which could only end with both of us the victor, had run its course
from her shoulder down to her breast, a swell of flesh so soft and yielding
that it felt almost liquid, then on to her hip and down her leg to her
slightly bent knee, then up the inside of the same leg, proceeding ever more
slowly. As I felt the warmth from the junction of her thighs waft against
my hand, her leg retreated from my fingers, widening the path to the capital
of her passion. At last I felt the tickle of little curly hairs, and I
moved my palm onto her mossy hill, feeling it move with each breath she
drew. My longest finger pressed downward, and the base of that hill split
apart to admit it. Her heated burrow hungrily accepted my finger and bathed
it with a sticky balm; she sighed against my teeth as her arms reached out
…End of the part5. To be continued..

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 14th, 2008 at 5:53 am and is filed under solo orgasm teen. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.