This is another fantastic story I enjoyed reading, it written by Ecksplizit ( 7E13115C)…. If you missed the part Nineteen yesterday read it HERE!!!
The twins were not as big as I expected, but they did have enough life in them to be impressive. On the twins were two small peaks of the same colour with her lips. The islands around them were big and bumpy. I took a peak captive in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it while applying some pressure on it with my teeth. That simple act made her steadied breathing increase its tempo. After toying with the twins with my mouth, I followed a faint trail of hair down to her navel. Over there I found a lonely bellybutton standing its ground alone. I couldn’t help but give it a gentle kiss. Somehow, that made her quake a bit (although the quake could be from what my stubborn hand was doing to her mamilla). With my free hand pulling her closer from under her bum, I went further down the trail I was following. I was now at a little hill that had been recently mowed down. My mouth brushed against the small stubs that had survived the deforestation efforts. I moved further south, deliberately passing the swollen mounds that were gently overflowing and rubbed my spiky trim moustache on her inner thigh, one after the other. I was looking for a reaction and when I got to a certain area, her legs jerked and I was momentarily clamped in-between them. At this point, both hands were used in spreading her legs apart as I made for the centre. I introduced myself at the gates with kisses. A hand came to assist in our new endeavour. While I grabbed the hood of pleasure central and squeezed them with my lips and sometimes teeth, my fingers rolled the swollen centre. The moaning and twisting were reactions I expected, her hands grabbing the back of my head and pulling me further in however wasn’t something I was ready for. Two fingers decided to go for a swim. The pool was filled to capacity. As my fingers reached for where my mouth was from inside, they came in contact with a delicate area. Each time they did, she would let out a deep groan. So I increased the tempo in my fingers entry and exit making sure they scratched that surface as often as possible over prolonged periods. I don’t know exactly how long I was handling issues over there but not long from my start she was screaming and then suddenly breathing heavily as if she was chased by a dog named rex. Speaking of dogs, junior had an idea in that direction. So I turned her to her stomach (that girl was heavier than she looked). She understood what was coming and helped me position herself better although she was weak. My gentle entry was received with little reaction. I increased tempo almost immediately. It took a while for her to start responding to my thrusts. She peaked soon after her moans were audible. I think she wanted to rest, but I don’t think she knew I wanted to hit the thirty- minute mark I had once done. Her moans, screams, name calling, cursing and calls to the creator all stood against my goal. She was so intense that I failed to reach my mark. In a mind blowing moment I let go of my load in a final thrust and fell on top of the bed by her side breathing as if I was asked to chase a rabbit in the bushes. I don’t know how sleep swept me off but I think if she had wanted to cut off my head that night; I would have discovered it when that part was mentioned at my judgement in the afterlife. I woke to the sound of the shower running. I dragged myself out of bed and decided to do some cleanup before she came out. It was a bit disturbing to only find one condom. I went through the entire room searching for at least one more, but it was only one. Heck, I shook my blanket so hard I think all the bedbugs fell out. Alas, only one condom found in that room. The thought that maybe she took one with her to the bathroom made me head straight to the bathroom.