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When he first puts his finger in me, I hear a squish. He slowly pushes his finger in, out, and then nudges it halfway in my pussy, slowly circling it around my hole to the tune of wet, juicy sounds.

I look down and gasp deeply, slowly and delectably arching back to breathe out, “Oh my…”

He’s sitting on our carpeted floor with his legs straight out. I’m squarely on top of his groin, my legs loosely wrapped around his torso, but I lean myself back towards his knees and place my hands on his shoulder and neck.

I’m leaning back so I can watch what he’s doing to my pussy.

I look him in the eye for a moment. He looks hungry. He looks excited. His eyes dare me not to moan again, dare me not to grind into his fingers when I hear how wet I am. I stare. I feel.

He’s just playing with me now, and I both love it and can’t stand it. His finger is pumping very gently in and out of the shallow reaches of cunt, just reveling in the sloppy, wet sounds.

“Yuh, yuh, yuh…” I pant, looking down again and watching his finger get wetter and wetter every time it gently pumps.

He leans in to breathe on my neck, then flicks his tongue gently down its smooth platform reach, nothing but a tickle. I purr luxuriously into his ear, loving him and wanting him, feeling him all over, running my cool thumb over his full, wet lower lip.

We both look down at my pussy and I can see his hardness thick and red, veins like thick bean stalks screeching towards the head.

That’s for later.

“Open wider for me,” he whispers into my open mouth. Excitedly, I lean back a bit more and spread my legs such that they are no longer touching his back. He gives me a wicked little half smile, raises one eyebrow, and pushes in another finger.

I güvenilir bahis breathe into it and moan loudly, grinding myself into his meaty, hungry fingers.

“Fuck…your pussy is so tight,” he grunts, and we’re both sweating a bit now.

I’m chanting a breathy “ah, ah, uh,” as he pushes his fingers deep, deep into me, all the way to his knuckles, taking his sweet time exploring the tight, drenched lands of pussy. I can’t believe how amazing it feels. I hear the puddly squelch of juice sluicing out with his fingers, and watch as a milky juice starts to drip just a bit down the length of his fingers. As he pushes his fingers all the way in, he curls them up towards my belly button, bending them all the way back and brusquely fucks me in that sweet, sweet, juicy, special spot.

I’m starting to come undone. I grind in myself in circles on top of him and run my fingers like a feather down the palm and wrist of his fucking hand. I dab at the juice there and loudly lick my fingers. He stares at me. His cock is straining, like a second head.

I hear the river building inside my pussy as he relentlessly pulls and pumps his fingers, the sound like slapping ocean waves. I roughly grab his neck and gasp into his ear, a whole litany of cum sounds dancing from my lips. It’s too, too good, and I don’t want it to end.

“I..unh…I don’t… want to come yet!” I cry breathily as I, despite my proclamation, continue pumping myself into his hand.

He laughs huskily and slows his hand.

“Me neither, love…because I think you’re getting ready to squirt all over me, and I want it to be a big one.”

He leans in at the last two words and hungrily nips at my wet, open lips, and we sloppily wrestle tongues for a moment. This, all this, is türkçe bahis getting me wetter and wetter.

He slowly withdraws both his fingers with a delicious sucking sound, and I arch back and whimper, knowing it’s what I asked for.

As I grasp with both hands onto his neck, he withdraws his other hand from my ass. With just the tips of his fingers, he traces both hands down to the top of my pussy lips. He simply rests them there and stares. We both do, and pant together. My bare pussy is shiny all over, my juices having splattered lightly over the top of my cunt with the pumping of his fingers.

I never knew I could be so wet. The patch of rug below us is partially covered in shadow, but is so drenched wet by me that it looks a completely different color than the rest of the carpeting. I notice that of his two hands resting on my cunt, the one that was fucking me is shiny and so completely drenched that his fingertips have started to prune. I also notice his cock beneath us, bits of frothy and delicious pre-cum glossing over the top of it.

He fans his hands over me and, with his thumbs, caresses my swollen, puffy pussy lips. I gasp and mewl, delighted.

His warm hazel eyes glance up at me. He asks, “Are you ready?”

With utmost earnestness, I grab his neck and slide my pussy over his hands in response. And smile.

He looks down and pushes my legs even wider, loosely draping one of my feet over his shoulder. He positions two fingers at my cunt and finally, cosmically, ecstatically pushes them all the way in and curls them upwards, a small, milky trickle dripping its way out.

“Oh my god…” I whimper and fuck his fingers with my hips, crying out so lustily that I arouse even myself.

He is relentless and in a matter güvenilir bahis siteleri of seconds I can hear the wet, slapping waves of juice building up inside me, and I chant a silent prayer that if there’s heaven, it would be this.

Deep inside and into the root of my pussy I feel a meteoric, delicious tickle start to stretch and build; I can literally feel some weight wanting to arc out of me at any moment.

I look down because I know I want to see this.

“Ooof, unf, yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh, I’m gonna…ah, I’m gonna cum on your hand, baby!” I cry out as I watch him fuck me.

“Do it,” he growls. “All. Over. My. Hand.”

I’m watching, I’m feeling. I’m cumming.

Every wonderful nerve and inch of my sodden, soaking pussy is contracting and exploding beyond the tickle, shattering, epic, sensual pleasure shooting into my deepest core of cunt.

I moan and shout and sing my incoherent praises loudly and gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp, as I watch torrents of milky cum and pussy juice shoot out past his fingers, soaking the carpet, pooling in his hand, splashing onto my stomach and onto his dick. It’s deliciously loud as the cum puddles in his fucking hand crash back and forth as he continues to pump me for more juice. I rock and gasp in amazement at the erotic sight of my exploding, squirting pussy.

I’m slowing and purring, “Oooh, ooh, ooh,” when he starts pumping his fingers as hard and as fast as before. I intake and almost double over onto his chest as I feel and hear another pleasure ocean building deep in my pussy. I eagerly lean back, spread my legs even wider, and push out slightly against his soaking fingers.

I almost weep as I feel the river release yet again and watch an arc of pussy juice shoot out of me and splash onto his chest. I’m melting over and over again, a willing puddle of pleasure at his mercy and at his knees.

I pant and pant, and my grinding begins to slow to a halt along with his fingers.

I meet his warm eyes once more.

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