When he arrives he takes her by the hand and leads her to the couch. They sit and say hello; just kiss and hold each other for a while. She knows he relishes her taste. First they share light pecks and just the lightest brush of lips on cheeks, on forehead, on ears, on chin, on neck and throat. These leave her trembling and lead her to seek his lips with hers and linger thereupon. Tongue tipping inquiry prompts affirming sighs; her mouth opens to accept his lingual penetration portending other nether engagement; two communion celebrants of enfolding rapture flesh.
She has prepared as he instructed; so they remove to the place she made of pillows, protective plastic sheeting and fluffy huge beach towels. Quickly they disrobe to take their places, sitting legs entwined, hers upon his, facing each other with a gap between. So ensconced they anoint each other with a chrism of love that he opens and drizzles on her shoulders; then invites her to do the same to him. Then they spread the oil about upon each other, so that all their caresses are warm and slick and smell of the sweet liquid.
He does her arms, her shoulders her neck, oily caresses down her sides, her legs, her belly, her thighs but with great effort of will he does not yet touch her breasts or heaven's gate. Finally, she grabs his hand and places it on her breast, saying, as she does, "Stop teasing you mean old man." He smiles and happily massages her breasts slick with their balm. "Oh yes darling," there's a shudder in her voice, "Suck them, oh please suck them now!" He happily obliges, loving the smell of her skin and the sweet oil; the texture of her engorged nipples, the beautiful curves of her breasts.
She is not passive whilst he ministers to her body. She returns the anointing with delicious light touches of her soft hands running hither and yon upon his limbs, torso, shoulders, face and neck. Now, clearly excited, she scoots closer and takes his semi-erect penis in hand to touch her vulva with the glans. She slips it upwards between her lips until it slides about her clitoris. It makes him groan with pure sexual thrill. She uses his cock freely like a dildo, rubbing all about her vulva. Meanwhile they have locked their mouths together and heatedly engaged yearning tongues. When finally they end the kiss to catch their breaths, in a lust laden voice he asks, "Isn't there something to eat around here? I'm hungry."
Her vagina tingles then. She knows what he wants to eat and she answers breathing in his ear, "I've got some fresh pussy. Would you like to eat my fresh pussy you filthy old man?" Slipping and sliding about she manages to get her knees on either side of his head and present her enflamed sex dotted with pearlescent drops of coital lubricant, hot, dripping, baby-bottom smooth, soft and naked.
She lowers herself onto his awaiting open mouth and extended tongue, surrogate and herald for his now distended and rigid manhood that drools with excitement. She gasps at the first touch of his labial lingual kiss, her labia and vulva covering his mouth from below his nose to his chin, immediately anointing him with her own intimate slick unguent.
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