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What the Hell Am I Doing? Ch. 6
Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
distraction, as his tongue worked harder on my vagina. I managed to look down, and true to his word, his hands were behind him. But his face was very obviously planted at my sex, and he was lapping me for all I was worth. His tongue darted inside my petals, having opened my gates, and he was teasing me, licking along the fleshy folds of one side, before going down the other side, forming a loop. He repeated a number of times, until I mewed just as the clock turned 4:27. My heart was beating pretty hard now, and my nipples, already excited just from wearing the caftan, rose fully, the g****s on my melons providing a fruit salad for anyone who would sample them. I found out next that Juan liked fruit. I felt his tongue lick upwards at my clit, and I mewed again, suckling in air through my teeth. My breath was coming harder, deep, slow breaths, in and out, trying to stay under control. He rose to his feet, and as he stood, his head was under my caftan still, and it rose with him, hanging from the back of his neck, exposing me. Then he licked my left nipple, and my head fell back on my neck, my long hair cascading down my back. I gasped as he nibbled it, the sensitive bud sending a stinger of teasing pleasure straight through me. My legs were starting to tremble. The clock turned 4:28. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Maybe it was the way I was made, maybe it was the naughtiness of being defiled like this, maybe it was the humiliation of it all. But my lubrication was ...