Dancing with Shannon

I felt her hands on my head. She was trying to push my head down to her pussy. Her hips were bucking against my fingers.

I knew that she was right on the edge of orgasm. But I didn’t want her to cum yet. Whenever I felt that she was about to cum, I’d change the rhythm of fingers. Once, I had to pull my fingers from her pussy in order to prevent her from going into orgasm.

I heard her saying, “My God Kala…what are you doing to me? What are you doing to me?” She kept repeating those words over and over again.

I knew Shannon was teetering on the edge of erotic insanity. I knew her orgasm lay just beneath her soul. I heard her begging me for it. She was pleading with me to let it happen.

I kissed the inside of her thighs. I was very close to her pussy. The musky scent of her wet pussy was intoxicating. I felt her pulling my hair as she tried to get my tongue closer to her clitoris.

I pulled back just enough to open her legs wider. I wanted to look at her beautiful pussy. I watch her wetness flow out from deep within her and trail down between her ass cheeks.