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Bob The Builder

Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

translates to ‘Naughty Girl.’ I also have a very large tattoo of a dragon on my back, which Bob had not seen. I tugged on Bob’s shirt and indicated to him to take it off. He rose up stood upright on his knees and slowly took off his shirt. As he did, I saw his tats; on both lower arms were shapes in black from his wrists to his elbows. Then in colourful artwork all the way up to his shoulders and down his chest. I could not see if he had anything on his back. He threw his shirt to one side and I grabbed his head and pushed it down to my pussy and said, “Come on get on with it.” It was then I could see his back, fully tattooed, in colour fancy intricate weaving on both sides and in the middle full length of his back was a tiger, like it was crawling up his back, leaving red blood dripping where the claws were. He still had his jeans on they were baggy. At that moment I did not think about him or his cock or anything, I just wanted to be sucked off and have my orgasm, which he so rudely interrupted not so long ago. He had both his hands one on each of my thighs. His face went in and started to lick my slit. His hands felt very rough on my skin, almost like sand paper. He rubbed and squeezed my thighs. He found my clit and I let out an obscene yelp, “Fuck yeah.” He looked up and saw me as I looked down on to him. I mauled my breasts; I squeezed and twisted my nipples. Bob sucked on my clit like he would suck on a straw. I loved having my clit sucked; something my hubby does not ... do enough of. Bob moved one hand off my thigh and stuck two fingers back up me. He went in and out slower as he rotated his fingers with each in and out stroke. He looked back up towards me and I squinted my eyes and blew him a kiss. I grabbed my tits and pulled them. I closed my thighs and locked his head. He still sucked my clit as I started to buck my hips. My orgasm was getting close, as close as I was earlier. I let him know as I said, “Keep going, don’t stop, don’t fuckin’ stop. I’m cumming, oh yeah, I’m cuumminnn.” I don’t squirt but when I cum I do have a very distinctive flow of juices. This usually only happens when I masturbate, my hubby never gets me there. When I do it, it usually leaves my pussy very wet; it runs down my thighs and leaves a puddle on the bed. It felt like Bob was definitely going to get me there, I shouted down to him, “Fuck, you bastard, I’m cumming, ah, ah, ah.” He kept up my request for him to keep working on my clit; I bucked my hips harder into his face. His fingers worked harder and he sucked me so vigorously. I was cumming again, I shouted, “I’m there again you bastard, ah, fuck, ah, ah.” I squeezed my thighs harder; I wanted him to stop, just for a second. But he took his fingers out and forced my thighs apart. He kept on and licked and sucked. I was losing it; I was cumming with a tremendous vibe which sent shock waves through my body. I grabbed his head and had to force it off. My juices ran down my thighs and dripped onto the wooden ...