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Mindfucking the interviewer
Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Mili, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
down on your knees, your head pressed against my pelvis with both hands. You'd smell my pussy odor so strongly shortly before you taste it for the first time, strange and new at first, but after a few licks you get used to it. My labia feel soft against your tongue, but my thick, curly pubes tickle you." She fell very quiet very sudden, all I could hear was her breathing, somewhat longer and heavier than before. I continued: "Soon, you notice my opening become a lot wetter, and sometimes a different smelling liquid kinda trickles out. You lick it too, and the thought of slurping up my pussy juice excites you so that you feel your own twat get very slippery between your legs. So you reach down inside your panties and start to rub it, because you can't stand it any longer. But I'm not letting you go, because right now, you're my little fuck slut, and you're just good enough to please me." Novella moaned loud into my curly red bush, visibly aroused. The noise sent some slight vibrations through my clit which gave me a warm, beautiful feeling. When I looked down, she had stripped the halters of her dress off her shoulders and let it drop down to her waist, her long, saggy tits dangling heavy between my legs. I smiled and continued, the breath of the interviewer slow and steady in my ears: "For some reason, being at my mercy turns you on even more, and just as you begin to feel comfortable in your position, you notice that, indeed, you're just a dirty little whore for me, ...