POTTY MOUTH
After a major orgasam her pussy, and especially her clit and nipples were extra sensitive, and, in the past, she had not wanted me to touch them. Preferring to clamp her legs together, close her eyes and quietly enjoy the aftershocks.
But recently, during oral sex and after giving her a seriously major orgasam, she was on her back. Her stockinged thighs clamped very tightly around my head, ankles and stilettos locked behind my back and I refused to stop licking her pussy.
What followed next was impressive and got me very, very excited. It was probably a good thing I had already cum because I wouldn't have lasted long.
With my face trapped against her pink wetness and after a brief pause during which she did not loosen her grip, I resumed tracing her lips, parting her slit, flicking across her clit. My hands slid along her stockinged thighs, my cock was still hard, maybe even harder as I let my lips suck on her clit.
Her response was to moan, curse, and thrash from side to side, never easing her thigh muscles. She tried pushing my head away but with her vise-like grip I couldn't move.
I just kept teasing her.
"Oooohhhhhh, gawd, stop, stop. No, no.....nooo....yes,yes.....ooooo.. ...fuuuuck." Her voice was a husky, faint whisper.
But her efforts to push me away had stopped, I'm pretty sure her hands were kneading the sheets as she rolled left and right while bucking her hips off the bed slightly.
"Oohh, you....
bastard
.......you......have.....to......stop." There was no force to that command.
A pause while she gathered her breath, her movement continued.