He expressed himself by kissing her, much deeper than before, at the same time as he slid one finger past her threshold. Her grip on his hair tightened with every painfully slow thrust of his hand. She bit his lip for him that time as his hands continued to caress her naked cunt. She was dripping.
After a few long flourishes with the flat of his tongue, he homed in on her c**t, tracing wet, concentrated circles around it as she continued to harden for him. With that, she took more and more of what he had to offer. He was obligingly thrusting two, then three back into the slick between her labia, stretching her just a little more, while his tongue grew more voracious, but steady as ever.
Miranda then cupped her breasts, savoring the fullness and weight in her hands. Squeezing, she swept
