susurrus
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Oh, god, the feel of her slick pussy sliding up the length of my cock... Micki wiggled her hips around a little, but her hot, slick lips never left my shaft. After a little adjustment, she found the spot she was looking for and sighed quietly. For a minute or so, she just rubbed against my stiffness; I was pretty sure her clit was getting the full brunt of the motion.
Eventually, she fell down on top of me - not violently, but I think she'd gotten herself a little too worked up to continue as she was. The unfortunate thing was - even though her kissing my face was wonderful, and I loved the feel of her body stretched out over mine - in this position, I had to let go of her breasts. I hoped she'd straighten up and stay on top of me for a while yet, so I could play with her beautiful tits some more.
While she kissed me, somehow my cock slid into Micki's pussy. I wasn't complaining, I *certainly* wasn't going to pull back out, it just wasn't something I'd been expecting at the time.
For a few seconds, she just let the head soak, but as she worked her way kissing down my face, more of me slipped in.
When she couldn't get any more of my cock inside from the position she was in, Micki kissed my lips and pushed herself upright again, trailing her hands along my body after she got herself started.
Of course, the more her body straightened, the deeper my cock went up into her. Even after a fuck like we'd had not that long ago, Micki's pussy held me in a sensuously hot grip. After what seemed an *awfully* long time, there was no more of me to get inside.
Once she'd settled herself as deeply as possible, Micki stopped for a moment, seeming to be trying to make some kind of decision. Well, I knew what I wanted to do. I loved having her on top the first time, so I was going to take full advantage this time.
I rested my hands on her hips, then caressed my way up her sides. We both laughed a little when my gentle touch caused her to jump. Apparently she was ticklish, too. I almost regretted that there was no more of her to run my hands over when I reached her breasts.
The smile on Micki's face when my hands again closed over as much of her tits as possible told me that the decision she'd been trying to make had been taken care of.
Whoever said more than a handful is a waste obviously never had a handful in the first place. While less than a handful is great, and a handful fantastic, Micki's tits were just fucking fabulous. I loved the way they fit in my hands, I loved feeling their weight - it amazed me something so soft could be so heavy - I loved the way her stiff-yet-yielding nipples pressed into my palms as I cupped them.
Eventually, she fell down on top of me - not violently, but I think she'd gotten herself a little too worked up to continue as she was. The unfortunate thing was - even though her kissing my face was wonderful, and I loved the feel of her body stretched out over mine - in this position, I had to let go of her breasts. I hoped she'd straighten up and stay on top of me for a while yet, so I could play with her beautiful tits some more.
While she kissed me, somehow my cock slid into Micki's pussy. I wasn't complaining, I *certainly* wasn't going to pull back out, it just wasn't something I'd been expecting at the time.
For a few seconds, she just let the head soak, but as she worked her way kissing down my face, more of me slipped in.
When she couldn't get any more of my cock inside from the position she was in, Micki kissed my lips and pushed herself upright again, trailing her hands along my body after she got herself started.
Of course, the more her body straightened, the deeper my cock went up into her. Even after a fuck like we'd had not that long ago, Micki's pussy held me in a sensuously hot grip. After what seemed an *awfully* long time, there was no more of me to get inside.
Once she'd settled herself as deeply as possible, Micki stopped for a moment, seeming to be trying to make some kind of decision. Well, I knew what I wanted to do. I loved having her on top the first time, so I was going to take full advantage this time.
I rested my hands on her hips, then caressed my way up her sides. We both laughed a little when my gentle touch caused her to jump. Apparently she was ticklish, too. I almost regretted that there was no more of her to run my hands over when I reached her breasts.
The smile on Micki's face when my hands again closed over as much of her tits as possible told me that the decision she'd been trying to make had been taken care of.
Whoever said more than a handful is a waste obviously never had a handful in the first place. While less than a handful is great, and a handful fantastic, Micki's tits were just fucking fabulous. I loved the way they fit in my hands, I loved feeling their weight - it amazed me something so soft could be so heavy - I loved the way her stiff-yet-yielding nipples pressed into my palms as I cupped them.