Spunk Mouth

She seemed to like that; I set up an alternating rhythm,
first pressing a finger on her hole while massaging her outer
lips, then tracing around her ass cheeks as I probed a finger far
into her warm, wet pussy. As Karen’s moans began to intensify, I
traced my tongue through her pubic hair and around Karen’s
engorged pussy lips. She jerked upright and pressed my head
against herself, clearly enjoying the sensations. I was too;
Karen’s juices were sweet and copious. I sucked on each lip,
drawing it out and letting it relax back, eliciting moans and
shudders. By now, Karen’s hips were rocking back and forth,
gradually picking up speed. When I fastened my lips to Karen’s
clit and hummed, her moans turned to a crescendoing yelp, and
subsided gradually. I could feel her approaching orgasm and
started moving two fingers inside of her in addition to my tongue
on her clit.
Karen began pressing her hands down on my head, forcing more
pressure on her sensitive nerve endings. As my fingers moved
back and forth, probing up the third knuckle, her pussy made
sucking noises. Karen began moaning even louder and bucking her
hips against my face. I lubricated a finger with Karen’s juices
and pressed it slowly against her asshole. As the finger circled
her rim and gradually moved inwards and I drove my tongue all the
way up her pussy, the sensations abruptly became too much for
her. Every muscle tensed (including her thighs, with squeezed
tightly around my head) and she began to quiver spasmodically,
still bucking wildly against my face. As she orgasmed, I
continued to tongue-lash her, extending her throes of pleasure.
Finally, after gushing pussy juice all over my face and hands,
Karen’s muscles relaxed and her breathing started to slow. I
moved up alongside her and kissed her deeply, sharing with her
the pussy juice I still held in my mouth.

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