"No one here is going to stop you! But, they're really wet and creamy" She pointed to the gray towels on the sofa. There was a wet spot the size of a pancake. I turned back toward her and put 2 fingers in each side of the waistband and pulled them down about an inch. She didn't flinch. So another. Then another. Even as I reached her dark black curls she just stood there. I slipped them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them.
"You weren't kidding! They're not wet, they're soggy" The cotton crotch inside is black. Such a contrast to the frothy white glob of cream in them. I knew she was fresh. So I just licked up the whole mess and asked if there was anymore. She didn't even look surprised.
"Yes in fact, I have a severe condition of extremely overactive Bartholin and Skene glands," and something to do with her cervix. (I have NO "F'ing" clue what she's talking about) Then she proceeds to explain.
"It's like this. On a scale of 1 to 100. You get a girl excited, and on a wet and creamy scale she'll be a 15 to 20, maybe on a great night a 25. You get me excited and I'll be 80 to 90. That make sense?"
"You need to sit down, I'll be right back"
I went to the kitchen, quickly unzipped my pants and rearranged myself so I'd be a bit more comfortable. Zipped up. Went to the freezer. Got my bottle out and took a nice sip. Then to the sink and washed my hands up real good. When I returned she had resumed her position on the towel, feet on the floor.
"Open your legs" She complied and I stepped over the table between them. I'm 6' 4", piece of cake. I sat on the floor cross legged between the sofa and the coffee table, and her legs. Slid my hands under her bottom and pulled it right up to the edge of the sofa seat, she put her feet on the edge of the table and I began to kiss the inside of each of her thighs. One on the right, then one on the left. Move up 1 inch and do it again till I run out of thighs. She has what I would consider a very large clitoris considering she's actually only 4' 10" tall and weighs maybe 95 lbs soaking wet. Which, at the moment, she is extremely wet. Even the insides of her thighs are slick with juice. Her clit and her glistening petals are engorged, I mean SWOLLEN. Her scent is fresh. When I press my tongue against her clitoris she coos. I explore her with my tongue for the next hour or so, not wanting her to cum, just wanting her to feel pleasure while my dick throbs and I lap up her white frothy excitement.
I push 1 finger inside of her. Then two fingers, she likes it as I continue to suckle and my tongue swirls, flutters and explores her sweet little honey hole. "I'm going to cum." She straightens out her legs, heels on the table as her body begins to tense up. I feel her muscles beginning to squeeze my fingers tightly. Then it happens. It feels like....If you've ever had your blood pressure checked. When they wrap that thing around your arm. You know how they have to squeeze that ball about 25 times to pump up the arm band? That's exactly what it felt like. I have to hold her hips still with my other forearm to keep her in my mouth as her body jerks and moans and groans pour from her lips. It's wonderful. Once the contractions begin to fade I slowly slip my fingers out of her warm wetness. My fingers look like they have been coated with the icing you would find on a Cinni-bon. You shouldn't even have to ask. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked till there was nothing of her left. That excited her, she had another contraction and said.
"Here it comes"
I could have filled a shot glass with the cream that flowed from her. I happily lapped up every bit.
We take a break, sip a little, smoke a little. All I can smell is her sex. She cums in my mouth 2 more times. Each seeming more intense than the one before. Then I realized the time. "I gotta go. I need at least a few hours of sleep before I've got to go to work. Would you like to party with me tomorrow night?"
"YES!"
"I'll lock the door on my way out. Good night. See you tomorrow."
"Deal"
I went home thinking she would be asleep by now. She looked TOTALLY SPENT when I left. My light was on, the TV monitor was on. Jingle, jingle. Seriously? I logged in, put my earbuds in. And undressed. OK, so.... My dick is as hard as concrete and here she is at my window in her white night shirt. I hear, "Niiiice, you're going to FUCK ME." Do I have a surprise for her........
