what we were doing to tend to it.
There was definitely something urgent about our encounter, but Anthony took his time getting to my womanhood. He rubbed, kissed, and licked my thighs for what felt like forever before he brought his mouth to where I wanted it most. It was so excruciating waiting for him to reach my pussy, but each tantalizing move he made helped build the anticipation and made it well worth it when he finally got there.
Anthony glided his tongue over the folds of my womanhood and kissed my mound gently, moaning each time his mouth was away from me. I observed, in awe and amazement, as he meticulously worshipped my core, and I found myself moaning for him, too, longing for his lips on my flesh and waiting for the pleasure he would bring me.
I was throbbing—absolutely, uncontrollably throbbing. I swear, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d never been so turned on, and had never wanted anyone or anything so badly. I suddenly understood where love songs, sappy poetry, and heart-wrenching movies came from, and I started better appreciating what sights and sounds I’d witnessed the few times I ever viewed porno.
Anthony placed his hands behind my thighs, then slid them up as high as they could go, wrapping his arms around me at my hips. His hands found their way to where his mouth was, and I watched as he licked and sucked at two fingers on his right hand. He brought those fingers to my pussy and traced the wet path his mouth had just made, then stopped near the hood of my clitoris. He pushed firmly against my cloaked bud, rubbing it in a carnal rhythm that made me drip and pulse until my lips, like flower petals, blossomed open.
I continued to watch as Anthony moved his face closer toward me, but once his tongue touched my clit, I was gone. My eyes fluttered as his salt-and-pepper hair became a blur before my eyes.
Anthony licked my bud and sucked at it, occasionally dipping his tongue lower to tease me and ready me for more. His arms were still wrapped around me, and he tugged at my mound, holding my lips open to create the perfect tension around my clit and expose it fully.
A couple weeks earlier, I’d thought London gave the best head ever. I was wrong. Anthony was making me feel things I didn’t even know were possible, and with each flick of his tongue, he continued to surpass London.
I had to fight every instinct, impulse, and urge I felt. I wanted to do nothing more than throw back my head and scream in ecstasy as Anthony worked me to a mind-blowing orgasm. But I also didn’t want to draw unwanted attention, or cry out so loudly that the receptionist—or security—came running in.
Fighting back my desire to scream caused every muscle in my body to tense, and the added tenseness added to the intensity of my orgasm. Instead of screaming, I relegated to moaning, panting, and digging my fingers into the back of Anthony’s head as he relentlessly sucked on my pussy.
I was still shaking and throbbing when Anthony stood up. Without pause or hesitation, he quickly undid his trousers and slammed his body forward, jamming his hard cock inside of me. It was fast, forceful, and sudden…but, dear god, it felt amazing.
Like I said, I was still shaking and throbbing, and having Anthony’s cock inside me gave me something to shake and throb against. His heat, his size, and his movement came with friction, and that friction was going to make me come again…very soon.
I leaned my torso back a little, away from Anthony, and put one arm behind me, and the other near Anthony’s hipbone. I wasn’t very experienced at sex and was just doing what felt right—and that particular move felt like it gave me a little more leverage.
I hoisted my lower half up just a bit, and I was able to elevate myself to exactly where I wanted to be, so that when Anthony pumped back and forth, in and out of me, I could pump back and ride him.
“Ohhhh,” he sighed when I did this, though whatever word or sound
There was definitely something urgent about our encounter, but Anthony took his time getting to my womanhood. He rubbed, kissed, and licked my thighs for what felt like forever before he brought his mouth to where I wanted it most. It was so excruciating waiting for him to reach my pussy, but each tantalizing move he made helped build the anticipation and made it well worth it when he finally got there.
Anthony glided his tongue over the folds of my womanhood and kissed my mound gently, moaning each time his mouth was away from me. I observed, in awe and amazement, as he meticulously worshipped my core, and I found myself moaning for him, too, longing for his lips on my flesh and waiting for the pleasure he would bring me.
I was throbbing—absolutely, uncontrollably throbbing. I swear, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d never been so turned on, and had never wanted anyone or anything so badly. I suddenly understood where love songs, sappy poetry, and heart-wrenching movies came from, and I started better appreciating what sights and sounds I’d witnessed the few times I ever viewed porno.
Anthony placed his hands behind my thighs, then slid them up as high as they could go, wrapping his arms around me at my hips. His hands found their way to where his mouth was, and I watched as he licked and sucked at two fingers on his right hand. He brought those fingers to my pussy and traced the wet path his mouth had just made, then stopped near the hood of my clitoris. He pushed firmly against my cloaked bud, rubbing it in a carnal rhythm that made me drip and pulse until my lips, like flower petals, blossomed open.
I continued to watch as Anthony moved his face closer toward me, but once his tongue touched my clit, I was gone. My eyes fluttered as his salt-and-pepper hair became a blur before my eyes.
Anthony licked my bud and sucked at it, occasionally dipping his tongue lower to tease me and ready me for more. His arms were still wrapped around me, and he tugged at my mound, holding my lips open to create the perfect tension around my clit and expose it fully.
A couple weeks earlier, I’d thought London gave the best head ever. I was wrong. Anthony was making me feel things I didn’t even know were possible, and with each flick of his tongue, he continued to surpass London.
I had to fight every instinct, impulse, and urge I felt. I wanted to do nothing more than throw back my head and scream in ecstasy as Anthony worked me to a mind-blowing orgasm. But I also didn’t want to draw unwanted attention, or cry out so loudly that the receptionist—or security—came running in.
Fighting back my desire to scream caused every muscle in my body to tense, and the added tenseness added to the intensity of my orgasm. Instead of screaming, I relegated to moaning, panting, and digging my fingers into the back of Anthony’s head as he relentlessly sucked on my pussy.
I was still shaking and throbbing when Anthony stood up. Without pause or hesitation, he quickly undid his trousers and slammed his body forward, jamming his hard cock inside of me. It was fast, forceful, and sudden…but, dear god, it felt amazing.
Like I said, I was still shaking and throbbing, and having Anthony’s cock inside me gave me something to shake and throb against. His heat, his size, and his movement came with friction, and that friction was going to make me come again…very soon.
I leaned my torso back a little, away from Anthony, and put one arm behind me, and the other near Anthony’s hipbone. I wasn’t very experienced at sex and was just doing what felt right—and that particular move felt like it gave me a little more leverage.
I hoisted my lower half up just a bit, and I was able to elevate myself to exactly where I wanted to be, so that when Anthony pumped back and forth, in and out of me, I could pump back and ride him.
“Ohhhh,” he sighed when I did this, though whatever word or sound
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