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Debbie was standing in front of the mirror frowning at her reflection. Since she was wearing my favorite dress, this didn't make sense to me, as I thought she looked amazing. I thought she looked amazing most of the time, anyway, but when she put on this particular black dress with white polka dots, I couldn't keep my eyes, or my hands, off of her. I had a feeling about what was causing that frown, especially given that she was looking at herself in the mirror. There were occasions when, despite my protests, she got it into her head that she needed to be smaller. I was a big fan of Debbie's curves, and not just because her tits were so sumptuous, but I knew that she didn't necessarily fit society's definition of sexy, especially according to all of those women's magazines. I also knew that I could tell her until I was blue in the face that she epitomized sexy but she'd always be getting contradictory opinions from society as a whole. I was never shy about showing her how sexy I felt she was and knew that now would be a good time for another demonstration. I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
"I saw that frown," I said, "and I know it's because you're concerned that you'll never look as hot as that chick in the mirror."
She laughed and smiled as I lowered my head to kiss her neck, which I knew she loved. I brought my hands up to cup her breasts and could feel her hard nipples, a typical response to me kissing her neck. My cock was stiffening as it pressed against her ass, which was also a typical response not only to fondling her tits but to being around her in general. The dress tied behind her neck so, as long as I was in that area, I pulled one end of the bow with my teeth. As the bow came undone, I brought my hands up above her tits to take the straps and pull them down. I glanced up at her reflection as I pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her tits more and more. She hadn't put on a bra so my cock just grew harder and harder as more of her freckled flesh was revealed. When her large areolas and thick nipples were exposed, I thought my cock might burst from my jeans.
I got the top of her dress down to her waist, fully exposing her luscious tits, which we were both staring at in the mirror. I brought both hands up under them since, despite their size, they were still sitting up quite firmly. I caressed the soft, smooth flesh before sliding my hands up higher to brush over her hard nipples, causing her to suck in her breath. I kissed her neck a bit more as I caressed her nipples, which I knew would be making her pussy incredibly wet. She whimpered softly as I stimulated her, so I knew she appreciated my touch, but I wanted to raise the level of pleasure she was feeling. Raising my head so I could watch in the mirror again, I dropped my hands to her hips and started to slip my fingertips under the dress along her abdomen. When I encountered her trim bush, rather than continuing down to caress her pussy, I brought my hands back up and pushed her dress over her hips. As it dropped to her ankles, leaving her naked, I was admiring her curvy figure in the mirror as I caressed her hips and abdomen.
I was happy that she was not averting her eyes from her naked body because it truly was a thing of beauty. I could have run my hands over every square inch but elected to focus one on her tits and drop the other to her pussy. As I alternately caressed each of her tits, I was also running my finger between her nether lips and over her clit. She was moaning softly and started to rotate her hips, though I wasn't sure if it was to push against my finger or against my hard cock, which was pressing against her ass. I probably could have stood there stroking her pussy until she came but, the longer my finger was exploring it, the wetter it was becoming. I knew that, not only was her juicy pussy going to feel fantastic to slip into, but lapping up those secretions was going to be a treat, as well.
I dropped to the floor, briefly caressing her bare ass before turning to sit with my back to the mirror while pushing my head between her thighs. She spread her feet farther apart and I was quickly face-to-face with her pussy. I admired it momentarily before diving in and lapping up her copious juices. She moaned even louder, one hand dropping to the back of my head while the other reached out to brace against the wall beside the mirror. As I slurped up her nectar, she was humping against my face. I had a hand on each of her ass cheeks when I started, but soon brought one down so that I could slip a finger in and out of her while licking and sucking her clit. I loved eating Debbie's pussy, though it wasn't often that I was doing it in this position. We're both very spontaneous sexually, so this certainly wasn't that unusual compared to some other times I'd had my face buried in her trim bush.
Her pussy, already very hot and slippery, continued to become even more so the longer I ate her. I could also feel it becoming more engorged around my pumping finger and knew that it wouldn't take much more before she was cumming. That was another great thing about Debbie; she was so tuned-in sexually that she could cum pretty quickly in just about any situation. It had made for a lot of fun and daring sexual exploits. She moaned louder and longer and humped my face harder the closer she got to cumming but I just kept up what I was doing, knowing that it was going to get her there and that her orgasm would be typically intense. When she froze, holding my face against her pussy, I knew she was right there and, after a brief pause, her entire body started to shake.
She released my head and braced both hands against the wall adjacent to the mirror while riding out a long and clearly very intense orgasm while I continued to devour her pussy. It was kind of funny because she seemed to be just fine while she was cumming but, once she'd finished and was recovering, and I'd pulled my face from her pussy just far enough that I could admire it, her knees about gave out. I reached up and grabbed her by the waist but she seemed to catch herself, too, before she landed on my face.
"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, clearly surprised and a little distressed.
"No, don't worry," I reassured her as I slipped out from under her, "Here, take it easy. Kneel right here."
