he kissed and caressed her, his lips tracing a path from her
neck down her chest, onto the tops of her breasts and then
onto the soft buds of her nipples; his teeth and lips pulling
on them gently.
Sitting on the hot leather, only her pink underwear on,
she watched as he kissed his way down her stomach and
onto her hips, his fingers deftly pulling at the cottony
panties until they slipped off her feet. He spread her legs
gently, his mouth working its way from the inside of her
knee up her thigh. She was right about the stubble – as he
pressed his face further between her legs she felt its rough
texture scratch and tickle her, making her shiver in
anticipation.
Sandra arched her back in pleasure and ran her fingers
through his hair as she felt his tongue for the first time
slide between her soft lips, tasting the wetness there. He
used it expertly, licking and kissing and sucking. She felt
the tip of his tongue flick across her swollen clit.
The orgasm broke over her like a tidal wave along the
shore; crashing over her and sweeping her into a sea of
ecstasy. Her body tensed and her legs squeezed around his
head until it passed, leaving her breathless.
When he stood up, that same smile was spread across
his lips, which he pressed into her own. She could taste the
musky sweetness of her own juices on his lips, felt him
press his warm and muscular chest into hers; her nipples
dragging along his flesh.
She reached a hand between them, feeling for him; her
eyes growing wide as she wrapped her delicate fingers
around his thick shaft. She guided the swollen head of his
manhood into her wet and aching pussy, gasping as she
felt him stretch and fill her completely.
He began to move his hips slowly at first, their bodies
falling into a rhythm. Gradually he picked up the pace, his
arms wrapped around her; cupping her ass to support her
as he began to pound his hips forward, burying himself in
her with each thrust.