An Indian pleasure ride...
#smile_17; nothing more intensely personal and salacious than a good deep moving face sit; labia twisted and shaken against my lips and tongue; penetrating her with my tongue; allowing her the pleasure of 'riding' it; sloping back and forwards, edging her now erect clit on it and even my nose.
Then the clamped legs and shuddering turns almost frenetic as a warm dose of clear sugary liquid is expelled; then again and again after a few seconds. So intense is it that I nearly drown, avoiding the obvious coughing; my hands on her torso I could tell she was sweating all over; the moistness general and warm.
After her explosions over, she more or less collapses over my body- our breathing and gasping in unison; the sticky sweat of both of us keeping us glued together for 5 minutes. Although she tried to move her legs I was happy casting my tongue forward to lick at her tiny wet sticky labia again. Looking at her inner beauty always kept me hard. Yes, I do miss my little Indian friend #smile_23; .
Thanks for allowing me the reminder!
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