What began as a mindless adjustment quickly became a caress and your fist slid upward to grasp your cock. I watched as you closed your eyes and began to stroke your cock with long sure strokes. Your knees fell open and as your breathing quickened so did your strokes. It excited me to see you like this, to catch you touching yourself. I watched as you stroked your hard rod and  the tiny drops of satiny cum begin to appear at the slit of your cock, coating it slickly. My hands reached for my breasts, a soft cupping, a slight massage, and my nipples responded instantly to this touch. I could feel them harden in anticipation of being tweaked and tantalized. A deep, sweet ache ran through my body and I swiftly and quietly slipped out of my T-shirt and bra so that I could touch my skin. My breasts were full and straining for satisfaction. My fingers began to seek my nipples, finding that they were hard and round, erect and sensitive. Looking down, I stroked the deep brown of the nipple and watched as all the skin around the nipple itself crinkled with excitement. Pulling and tugging, I sought to imitate the feel of your mouth on them, sucking and nipping. My cunt felt heavy and I felt the beginnings of my tangy juices start to flow, the lips swelling and the vagina opening to receive a hard cock. Aimlessly running my hands up and down my skin, across my breasts, teasing at the nipples, then again down to my belly, I undid my shorts and dropped them where I stood. All the while I continued to watch your intent touching.

Listening to the sounds of your masturbation, I began to gently stroke my pussy hair. Dark brown and lush, it covered my hot mound and each finger stroke through it sent an electrical shock to my pussy. As I touched myself, I watched you. You were still not aware of my presence and that made it all the more erotic, all the more exciting to me. Catching you in the act of doing this to yourself and knowing that you were totally involved with satisfying your own needs. I wondered what fantasies were firing your passion, if you were imagining sucking on some sweet, firm lady's tight little box, imagining tasting her heat and her honey.  I slipped one long-nailed finger between the heavy lips of my cunt, seeking my hard little nub. It felt so good, the satiny smoothness of my hot skin, the aching pulse of my clit as I touched it tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Gasps of shock ran through my body and my nipples crinkled even harder, aching and sore. I wanted, no needed more contact and so I slid my fingers into myself. Oh god, tight and hot, slick and wet, my pussy grabbed at my fingers and began to twitch and flex around them, seeking to be fucked. I was aching to be filled completely and my hips began a rhythmic movement, and my hand followed. In and out, my fingers stroked at my cunt, milking the slick juices out of it. Finally slipping my hand out of my cunt, I grasped my clit between two fingers and began to rub it, to stroke it like you were stroking your cock. Attempting to match your rhythm, I pulled and rubbed at it till it was hard and pulsing. Pulling the hood back, I looked down and could see the pearly white tip of this wonderful button. I lay a finger directly on it, and pressing and releasing, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm building. I watched the dusky rose of my pussy lips swell, the darker birthmark that stains the surface my tender inner lips, darken and spread. I imagined you touching me the way I was doing it, looking at me, studying my cunt, memorizing all its little differences. I thought about you deeply inhaling my fragrance, then dipping your tongue into it to savor its slickness.

Your breathing was increasing and as you began to moan and gasp, I knew you were on the edge. I knew that you were going to shoot your hot load all over your belly and hands. I began to come with you, my climax growing intense, the heat building. I felt as if hot wine was flowing through my veins, all the way to the tips of my toes and I knew this was going to be a powerful orgasm. Biting my lips, I tried to be quiet, and the restraint only made my climax harder, my passion higher. Soon, I could not wait any longer and slipping three fingers in my cunt, I began to frantically stroke my pussy, feeling the wetness increase and get thicker and slicker. Panting, I looked up in time to hear an animal groan issue from your lips and I began to come. Crying out, then screaming with the force of my orgasm, I locked eyes with you as your hot load spurted into the air and fell across your stomach. My hand filled with my own juices and I came and came. My knees weakened and I sought the edge of the bed to support myself.

The waves of my orgasm kept crashing over me and I couldn't quit coming. My hips were hunching helplessly. I continued to frantically stroke my cunt, rubbing my clit with each downward stroke.  With a slight smirk, you leaned over and pulled me to you. Yanking my hands away from my cunt, you buried your face in my pussy, drinking my juices as they flowed. I could not get enough and grabbed your head to pull you closer to me, to feel your tongue as it lapped at my clit. I love the way you eat my pussy , to feel my cunt grasping at your tongue as it dips in and out of me. I fucked your face and finally when I thought I could not stand anymore, you reared back and swiftly plunged your cock into me. As the final wave of passion broke over my cunt, I began to ride your cock, feeling it slamming all the way in, my pussy lips flattening against the base of your cock. I felt you come again, hard and frantic, your cum shooting against the walls of my box and pounding into me. Wrapping my legs around your waist, I sought to take all of you. I wanted to pull you into me completely, so that  my pussy could devour you, to feel you in me forever. As our breathing quieted, you pulled me close and with your cock still encased in my body and twitching to the small pulses that continued to rock my twat, you fell quickly asleep.
 

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