Good Love

purts shot straight into my chest. He felt me pushing back but this time he knew I was no longer trying to get away, only trying to make

into grunts and moans. I swallowed, gagged, drooled, and tried to breathe. Once his head became too sensitive his balls stopped slamming into my chin and he tried to gently move me away. That's when I went into reve

have been watching me perform that lewd act upon him. But before my horror and shame could fully set

hey flew overhead as he buried his face in my folds, deep French kissing my pussy. His nose and upper lip massaged my clit but his tongue stayed deep in my hole for the longest time, gathering all the

used my muscles to try and hug his tongue with each thrust, kissing him back with my pussy. Without direct clitoral stimulation by his tongue he ha

y full. Occasionally he pulled his tongue out of me only to wipe his entire face in my pussy until it was all shiny and wet. At one point he stuck his nose directly in my hole to snort my musky nectar dire

ny giving me what I was too scared to admit I wanted until I was on the verge of begging, and then when to spoil me with his wicked tongue. He knew exactly how to extract the deepest passion from m

began rubbing the cheeks of my ass, giving the muscles there a deep message. Strong fingers bit into my taut flesh, pulling, groping, until finally he spread my cheeks apart and held them open, staring at my pursed little star,

lling me. I felt my whole body turn red with embarrassment, tingling all over

- Jackson ---

e of her cheeks, sucking the juicy flesh into my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. Her body shuddered as my touch met her flesh. Orkideh hissed at the sudden nip o

around the tinier orifice twitching nervously above, the melanin more concentrated there. Her labia were splayed open and plush with blood, exposing her pink insides that were shiny and glistening in the sun li

" she whispere

of browns and reds that made up her pursed little opening. I studied how the melanin in her skin became more concentrated toward the center. That lovely, musky little

cker was brown, darker than the rest of her. Psychologically, it was more of a mind fuck: the brown hues a constant reminde

ut that didn't explain why -- from the moment I met her -- that my soul's deepest desire was to share this level of intimacy with her. It was the singular fantasy that fueled my strongest orgasms since I met her -- mak

yche. I happen to agree with them. In that respect I didn't just want to fuck her ass. I wanted

all her. Her musky, primitive aroma intoxicated my brain and made me crazy with need for her. I held her just out of reach while my eyes and nose drank her in, challenging myself to see how long I could wait before devouring h