06 Nov
Busty mature slut humping
It has gotten to the point where I can’t really see properly. My eyes close and
I can still see him. No, not him, just his mouth. It is still making those long
strokes. Faster. My hips are moving in time. Perfect. Moving up to meet his
tongue, and pressing forward to get more pressure as he passes by my clitoris.
I’m moaning. My breathing is even in time. In, gasp, “oooo”, in, gasp, “oooo”.
My head flopping from side to side and I a bit of dribble down the side of my
mouth: I have forgotten to swallow!
I’m right at the edge. I can feel that feeling building again. Those sun-bombs.
That crystallization forming. Just at the peak. Arrrr — two three more thrusts
from his tongue and I’ll be there. I must be screaming.