1. My Lana - Part 5


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    pubic bush. Oh, it is completely crazy, completely impossible to endure a second longer. I have to mobilize all my strength to fight the urge to grasp her head and just force that beautiful face down where I want it. But I really want to let her follow her own lead right now... her own mood. I know how important that part is for her enjoyment. And I couldn't stand the idea that she wouldn't be enjoying it all just as much as I do. Still, as her face nuzzle away in the taft of my wry and wiry curls, it strikes me with a hot tingling in my belly. Wasn't it on second thought exactly what she wanted? What she secretly craved for? After all? Maybe she actually don't want to have the lead in the progress of it? Wasn't that what she had told me on numerous occasions? Not directly of course, but in her own masterful way of sweet and passionate indications. Yes of course! How silly of me. Of course that's what she wants, and of course that's what I'm going to give to her... I want her mouth on my pussy, and that's where I'm going to have it. Right now! I resolutely grab her head in both hands and press her mouth firmly against my source in an almost rough manner. She squeals with joy, and I again have to marvel over how I can still misinterpret all the various signals she has given me. This is what she wants, and this is definitely what she's going to get. I need the stimulation right away, and start rubbing myself up and down her lips in short, staccato movements. But once again she ...
    grasps my passionate demands perfectly, and her tongue darts out to start lapping at my engorged labia with the same rhythm and intensity that I've started off myself. In just a matter of seconds she has taken over the whole action, and I sink back with a deep sigh of contentment as she keeps up the stimulation at exactly the level I want. She buries inward, giving throaty sounds of abandoned passion as she search patiently for the best spots, carefully observing even the slightest signs of response from me to heighten my pleasure as much as possible. I sense it and cherish it, and cannot help small uncontrolled bucks up at the delightfully working mouth as the pleasure starts to creep in on me once again. I grasp at my tits again, but I'm obstructed by my shirt and bra. With impatient, almost annoyed moves I undo some of my buttons and push the cups down to get some access. My nipples are almost unbearably stiff, and as my fingers touch them it is like an electrical spark flashing all the way down into my crotch. I moan hoarsely, and Lana responds with another throaty sound -- almost a gurgle -- and intensifies her wonderful massaging of my belly. I sense more than I feel her preparedness to grasp on to my hips if I should suddenly and abruptly start off on another ecstasy, as I did the last time. Ooohhhh how fantastic that tongue is! Working with exactly the kind of intensity I want, knowing it all almost better than I do myself. Even though she's doing it perfectly, I just ...
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