A gift of five dimes

Wandering hands climb her inner thigh, pressing more firmly and causing her to spread herself wider for him. Her flesh is hot where he touches her. By mid-thigh, he can already feel her wetness, her heat. She is soaked and this revelation only seems to add fuel to his already burning fire. His shaft pulses and throbs, pressed firmly between trouser and thigh as he reaches the tops of her thighs. She is a furnace. His hands now warmed by her center. Leaning again into his touch, she trembles, longing for more. Spreading her engorged lips, he eyes the hard pink jewel of this prefect girl. It reaches out to him, as if begging to be kisses. Her sweet scent envelops him as he moves his mouth closer, extending his tongue for a gentle flick at her moist passage. As quickly as it was given, it is taken from her, and she whimpers.

Steadying her with is grip, he rises, placing gentle kisses on the slope of her belly and then her hips. She is frenzied as her hips rock involuntarily toward him. Warm wet tongue traces the invisibly line where the material of her panties used to be. Across and down, across and down. Over and over her teases and tantalises, his head lowing just a fraction of an inch with every new pass. Finally, his searching mouth finds a home upon her opened sex. Before going any further, he looks up at her and speaks two very clear, precise words. “Not yet!!”, he commands.
Returning to the soft folds displayed before him, he parts her and begins to lick at the wet crease before him. Lapping at her juices, he can feel her moving on him. Her knees bending, hips grinding as she tried to press herself against his thirsty mouth. Not wanting to let her efforts go unnoticed, he reaches behind her, grips her ass firmly and pulls her slippery treasure tight to his face. Stubble tickles, slap and stabs at her inner thighs while his hot tongue digs deeper and his nose mashes against her throbbing tits.