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Ravished and unaware of anything but feeling his sexy touch. He holds my legs as wide apart, as wide as they will go, using his legs as straddlers. I decide I will not retreat (not that I could, except to use my hands) no matter how intense it gets. I realize the power of the tailgasm is almost opposite of an orgasm. Big cave hands all over right then would be heavenly.
Because he is so fully dressed, my nakedness feels extra naked. My cunt feels like the clown behind the board, where you throw wet sponges at it, and it knows one of those wet sponges is going to be big and wet and warm and hit bang on. I place my hands behind my head to complete the tie up. His legs assert themselves to confirm I cannot move. ) goes up my ass and stops in that place where I get the tail buzz orgasm.
But I'm still a little timid about imposing myself on him that way. As I panted to catch my breath and kissed him goodnight, I declared the evening almost entirely unbloggable.
I'm thinking I may have to get the girl from the library to come by at night and take notes for me - write a nice erotic sexy story!
But he's a one-trick-at-a-time pony, so I usually keep my hands from the jewels until I get the all clear. As if it is one length outside me, but grows longer and wider as he goes deeper into me.
And this way I get to go on his wild orgasm-giving rides if I don't distract him, so no complaints here. If I think about this as we screw, and he's hitting the right spot, I cum.
I just know something seemed to finger my ass, and something else was kind of softly pushing into the pussy lips and engaging this below-the-clit spot.
It gave this soft, creamy feeling that was really sweet. I kept having orgasms from the slightest wisp of a touch in just the right places.
She eventually needed reconstructive vaginal surgery to be able to have intercourse. In an attempt to entice me, she gave me a most memorable story of eating pussy that I have ever heard.I'm insanely wet and he uses my own wetness to lube up. Last night several things happened that were new and felt very good.Like the perfect psychic masturbator, he delivers the Great Clitontic O. I feel that great whoosh of numbness, like my whole body fits in a warm hand like a bird. It celebrates the great, heals the bad, nurses the worries, remedies the cramps, distracts from the headaches, confirms the absurd, makes a brilliant mockery of everything that weighs my heart down. One started when, after a bunch of handgasms, I was lying beside the Caveman and he let me touch his cock.Sometimes he sucked on my breasts and nipples, and when his mouth wasn't there, I'd get this wild vacuum suction feeling, as if my entire breasts were being pulled up into a giant, tonguey mouth. Another happy story was when I was kneeling over him and we started kissing really tonguey and frantically and deep while he fucked me with his thumb and played with my ass.When it's wildly erotic like that, I like the ass business soft, and the clitoris pretty direct. The strong, pointy feel of his tongue in my mouth, the taste of him. That tongue made me want to put my pussy right over him and have him tongue and suck and lick until I cannot withhold the scream any longer.