| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: The Pearl Detective - Part 1: Harlem Nights (4/4) |
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than words, and the fact that the next minute saw me on my knees, my hands pushing her legs back, opening her up for my mouth to have better access to her teasing, wet cunt, must have been screaming, shouting. My tongue pushed inside her labia, lips sucking hungrily at her clit, tongue lapping feverishly at every drop of her sex juice — like I'd craved the addictive taste. I moved a hand from her leg, pushing two fingers inside her dripping hole, in-out, a slow fucking movement, gaining pace and strength. Her breathing became ragged, and I was aware of the walls of her pussy closing in tighter around my fingers. My teeth nipped at her exposed clit, her hands pulling the shirt over her head, exposing her breasts. Feeling along her body with my free hand, I grabbed a tit, squeezing and pulling it. Her nipple pushed harder against me, vying for attention. I grabbed the nipple between finger and thumb, rolling it, stretching it, until she gave a little gasp of pain. It was then my teeth bit down hard on her clit, my fingers curling up inside her cunt, speeding up more. She cried out, begged me to stop—then, “NO, NO, don't stop!!” And I didn't, not until her body spasmed and she fought for breath. I could feel a coating of her sex on my lips, could taste her sweet juice on my tongue, and smell her scent in the air. And, fuck me, but I wanted more. I straightened up, leaving one hand resting on her tit, the other buried in her moist cunt and I feasted on the sight of her. Legs spread, back arching to push those tits out further — her tits, perfect orbs of lip-smacking perfection. ”My shift finishes in three hours. I'm going to swing by here on my way home with breakfast for two. I'll need to question you properly then, Emily.” She nodded, gulping air. ”I'll be here, waiting for you,” she said. ''Take the keys, let yourself in.” After cleaning her (fuck-me, delicious, tasty and definitely more-ish) juices from my hands and face, I walked to the door, pocketing the keys on the way past. She watched me closely, till my hand was on the door and she came over, pressing her still naked body up against me, her lips lightly brushing my cheek. ”I'll see you in a few hours, Detective,” she whispered. I played my fingers over her tits, down her belly toward her pussy, laughing when I knew she wanted my fingers pushing inside her labia again. Fuck, but I was going to have so much fun teasing this sexy trollop. I flicked her nipple before stepping through the door, still laughing at how eager she was. By the time I hit the street again, I was all business as usual — my after-work treat still a faint taste in my mouth. |
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