and his tongue instantly scatters my senses. He gently teases his lower body against mine, making me ache and grind in return into what is definitely a fully aroused male. Jack continues to move against me, his breathing harsh, his hands and lips in an endless stirring assault. My body is on overdrive, quickening to each contact. My hands stray to his pants. He eases back from me.
“Oh, Linda. We’ve forgotten your picnic,” he groans, and my name on his husky voice nearly makes me come. The tie to my sarong is tugged open and the sides fall to the floor. Jack nuzzles my breast and his mouth closes over the shirt covering my hardened nipple.
“We should eat,” he says softly as a finger plunges into me and his thumb titillates my clit. My insides shudder as he sucks harder at my breast and I arch upward into him.
I feel something again my lips. My eyes must have drifted closed and I open them. It’s a wedge of cantaloupe brushing me and the slightly chilled smooth texture feels…indescribably sensual. He teases my mouth with it and pushes in just the tip, while his finger goes deeper into me.
“Eat,” he whispers.
Slowly, tantalizingly, inch by inch, he feeds it to me, his fingers unrelenting in their enticing play on my inner nerves and clit. My muscles are clenching and pulsing, bathed in wetness. I’ve had men do a lot of things to me… I groan as his tongue follows the last of the fruit into my mouth...but who would have thought being fed while being finger fucked to be such a turn-on?
He kisses the juice from my chin, and lifts his face while his glorious fingers retreat from me.
“So wet. So ready,” he whispers and I hear the raspy passion in his voice. “This is not going to be quick. I want to savor every minute, every bite…”
His words stop as I arch up and moan. Something has slipped inside of me, cool and juicy and molding to my pulsing inner lining. It slips out. It slips in. Around my clit and then back again as his lips makes a slow descent from my breasts to my abdomen.
The melon is at my mouth. His finger go back inside me as he glides the tip of the wedge between my lips. I can smell me, taste me on the cantaloupe. I begin to pulse even stronger. He puts the remainder in his mouth, his finger going deep, his palm cupping my sex.
I grip the blanket, panting and quaking as he continues his merciless onslaught of fingers and fruit, tastes of me, and nips and kisses along upper body. My arms are shaking. My legs are shaking. My scalp is hot and prickly. To the edge and then back, and even in his retreat it continues gathering deep inside me. Oh please… the orgasm coming is so strong, stirred to ferocity.
Jack puts a piece of melon in my hand and then guides me there. He starts to remove his jeans, breathing heavily.
“Come on, Linda. Make it perfect for me,” he groans, and I plunge it inside of me. My eyes widen. It feels so glorious sliding in and out, warmed by flesh, juicy and softly teasing. The wedge is surprisingly firm and surprisingly pleasurable. I didn’t expect this. How deliciously it rubs my inner self. He grabs my wrist and bring it to his lips. As he takes it in his mouth, his fully engorged cock jerks and I reach out to fill my hand with him, but he stops me.
“Don’t touch me,” he says softly. “If you touch me I will cum too soon. I owe you a memorable orgasm after the shower. I can make you come really hard. But you have to trust me and be patient.”
He is on his knees above me and my body is aching for him to plunge that magnificent erection into me. Instead, he bends down, kissing me along my stomach. His mouth closes over my cunt, his breath heating me as he licks at the blend of sticky juice and me there, his fingers closing on my nipple, tugging on it gently.
The quaking intensifies.
“I’m so hard for you, baby. Do you want to come so intensely it will be unlike any time you’ve ever come before?” His tongue moves inside me, stirring
“Oh, Linda. We’ve forgotten your picnic,” he groans, and my name on his husky voice nearly makes me come. The tie to my sarong is tugged open and the sides fall to the floor. Jack nuzzles my breast and his mouth closes over the shirt covering my hardened nipple.
“We should eat,” he says softly as a finger plunges into me and his thumb titillates my clit. My insides shudder as he sucks harder at my breast and I arch upward into him.
I feel something again my lips. My eyes must have drifted closed and I open them. It’s a wedge of cantaloupe brushing me and the slightly chilled smooth texture feels…indescribably sensual. He teases my mouth with it and pushes in just the tip, while his finger goes deeper into me.
“Eat,” he whispers.
Slowly, tantalizingly, inch by inch, he feeds it to me, his fingers unrelenting in their enticing play on my inner nerves and clit. My muscles are clenching and pulsing, bathed in wetness. I’ve had men do a lot of things to me… I groan as his tongue follows the last of the fruit into my mouth...but who would have thought being fed while being finger fucked to be such a turn-on?
He kisses the juice from my chin, and lifts his face while his glorious fingers retreat from me.
“So wet. So ready,” he whispers and I hear the raspy passion in his voice. “This is not going to be quick. I want to savor every minute, every bite…”
His words stop as I arch up and moan. Something has slipped inside of me, cool and juicy and molding to my pulsing inner lining. It slips out. It slips in. Around my clit and then back again as his lips makes a slow descent from my breasts to my abdomen.
The melon is at my mouth. His finger go back inside me as he glides the tip of the wedge between my lips. I can smell me, taste me on the cantaloupe. I begin to pulse even stronger. He puts the remainder in his mouth, his finger going deep, his palm cupping my sex.
I grip the blanket, panting and quaking as he continues his merciless onslaught of fingers and fruit, tastes of me, and nips and kisses along upper body. My arms are shaking. My legs are shaking. My scalp is hot and prickly. To the edge and then back, and even in his retreat it continues gathering deep inside me. Oh please… the orgasm coming is so strong, stirred to ferocity.
Jack puts a piece of melon in my hand and then guides me there. He starts to remove his jeans, breathing heavily.
“Come on, Linda. Make it perfect for me,” he groans, and I plunge it inside of me. My eyes widen. It feels so glorious sliding in and out, warmed by flesh, juicy and softly teasing. The wedge is surprisingly firm and surprisingly pleasurable. I didn’t expect this. How deliciously it rubs my inner self. He grabs my wrist and bring it to his lips. As he takes it in his mouth, his fully engorged cock jerks and I reach out to fill my hand with him, but he stops me.
“Don’t touch me,” he says softly. “If you touch me I will cum too soon. I owe you a memorable orgasm after the shower. I can make you come really hard. But you have to trust me and be patient.”
He is on his knees above me and my body is aching for him to plunge that magnificent erection into me. Instead, he bends down, kissing me along my stomach. His mouth closes over my cunt, his breath heating me as he licks at the blend of sticky juice and me there, his fingers closing on my nipple, tugging on it gently.
The quaking intensifies.
“I’m so hard for you, baby. Do you want to come so intensely it will be unlike any time you’ve ever come before?” His tongue moves inside me, stirring
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