Sessions

These three Words pt. 2

PT 2 

I froze. I heard a high pitched wail in my ears that wouldn't stop and everything went black. 

I started to think. My mind was fuzzy. Damn tequila! I was retracing my steps in my mind.

We met at the restaurant. He almost left. With a perfectly good erection. 

Then we were in my room and i felt that erection against my back. His eyes. Staring at me through the mirror. He almost left again then his head was between my thighs. Just nuzzling at first running his lips and beard along the moisture on my inner thigh and pubic hair to my labia. I felt it open up to him underneath the lace. 

That's when I realized my feet were off the ground. I lowered a little and I thought he was going to put me down and I groaned in disappointment inside my head. But he was kneeling onto the bed. He placed me on my back. We both sighed from frustration as soon as his head was separated from the warmth it had fit so nicely in. He pulled my wrap apart and slid my panties to the side his lips connected so quickly with my c**t that it was almost like they were meant to be together. He pushed my legs up and I looked down and our eyes met. He asked me again.

Who died LO?” I closed my eyes and he attacked my labia sucking my lips out.i felt my body tense up. Tighter and tighter. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as the wetness started to pool underneath me. I wanted to look to savour the moment and lock in the memories. But i couldn't handle it. I knew he wanted answers but i wanted d**k, neither of us were getting what we wanted so far but i wasn't giving up. Unfortunately neither was he. 

 The sounds i was hearing, eyes pulled closed tightly. The slurping and sounds of splashing took me outside of my physical body. I was floating somewhere in the atmosphere. He was getting more intense. And it snatched me back to reality instantly. My eyes shot open. I had to look; the things he was doing with my c**t; my eyes couldn't  relax until they landed on it; but my vision was blurry. I was trying hard to focus on the dance his head was doing underneath my waist beads. My hips felt the strength of the rhythm he was drumming on my vulva with his heavy tongue and my juices were flowing freely, cream foaming slightly on his cheeks. I began to dance too, rolling my hips relaxing my spine into a deep whine that slowly brought lighting lightly tagging my c**t. The hood pushed back even the air from the ceiling fan felt intense. My labia was spreading p***y gaping c**t swollen and he was wildly licking all over my ENTIRE p***y inner thighs and even my pubis mound that i had remembered to wax (thank goodness) it felt amazing. I started feeling it, the tingling started in the soles of my feet and worked their way up to my toes and then my ankles. I felt the lightning bolts going off in my p***y spread to my thighs and hips. I picked up the pace of my grinding into his face; we were looking into each other's eyes. I had focused in and he was laser focused on me too. I was too close to cumming to hide my eyes anyway. I was lost in the lust of it all  and thank goodness his mouth was busy.

“Who died Lo” he whispered into my extremely swollen c******s. s**t spoke too soon. He knew my defenses were low and he wasn't giving up. But he wasn't getting the answers he wanted until well AFTER my nut.