Spunk Mouth

The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the
chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived
there. (I like a “lived in” look, provided it doesn’t cross the
line to messy) A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser,
facing the queen-sized bed. Karen popped the tape in the VCR and
started it. The sounds of sex came into being around us. Again,
I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her
breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards,
creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around
behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up
and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower.

As I did this, I was nibbling on an ear, planting little kisses
in her hair, on her neck, on her shoulders, doing my best to
drive her crazy.
Karen had been moaning a little and trembling slightly
whenever I whispered wetly in her ear or seeded her hair with
kisses. After working slowly over the top of her bikini, working
slowly down the edges of the bikini, brushing her thighs with my
fingers, and returning to massage her breasts, I finally let my
hand brush down past her navel, over to top of her bikini, along
the edges of the bikini towards her inner thighs, along her upper
thighs. Finally, I let one finger extend from that hand, trace
lightly along the wet patch on the bikini, and apply pressure,
ever so slightly, from the back of her covered cleft to the
front.

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