neck? Touch his face? Passiveness was easier, and required less thought, but it also betrayed her secret, inexperience.
Somehow, her head was working harder than her body as she worried about what he thought of her performance. Did she seem like a natural or a prude? She didn’t want to wait another single moment to truly feel him, but what was the natural next move?
“You’re thinking too hard” he said, slowing his breaths and restraining his obvious longing. “What is there to think about?”
“I don’t know.” Dahlia said a little defensively, pulling away ever so slightly.
“Come here,” he said softly, pulling her down to his chest and brushing her hair over one shoulder. “Just lay on me.”
Dahlia was topless now, and he was completely exposed. His arousal was supremely evident, but her wetness was concealed beneath the skirt that hid her luscious and very ample ass.
Devin tugged at the waist band, and Dahlia moved to stop him.
“It’s alright.” He whispered. He sat up from the blanket where she crouched on all fours above him and moved around to where her skirted ass hovered in the air. Folding back the skirt over her back revealed her soft round hips and large thighs.
Dahlia cringed, but Devin gripped a handful of her soft flesh in each hand and leaned toward the warm wet slit that was longing to be tended. He sucked lightly on her lips and ran his tongue between the folds to the tiny aching bump of her clit. His hands moved from place to place, gripping at her flesh and sliding deep into the recesses of her hold.
Curling, stretching, and probing, his fingers filled her skillfully brushing the inner walls of her dripping pussy. She quivered and shook, straddling his face with her hips and crying out as he massaged her hard clit with his warm wet tongue.
Dahlia was panting now and cooing between the pants as the rhythmic rubbing brought her further out of herself. She tensed. Her whole body froze and her spine bent back in a body wracking contraction. She gasped, panted, moaned and quivered until at last she exhaled and came deeply and fully, on her knees on a blanket, by the beach, with a man she hardly knew.
Devin slid up beside her and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself on his wet lips, and his tongue piercing into her mouth said without uncertainty that she would have more.
He brought her softness flat against him until she was almost lying on top of him with her knees spread wide across his waste. Long fingers pushed her hair back from her face as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped those long arms around her body and pressed against the small of her back and the top of her hips with one of his hands as he easily lifted his hips and slid himself inside of her with his full length.
Dahlia gasped slightly at the depth of the feeling and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the motion. His muscles moved beneath her chest and against her stomach and she pressed back and down against his hips, seeking every inch of union she could achieve. Slowly at first and with deliberate care, they moved together with ever-increasing abandon. As he moved faster, his hips came harder against her and she began to drop against him.
Devin pushed her up from his chest to sit on top of him. With her arms she could help lift herself to control the motion, and she began to drive the rhythm and ask for the impact with her body.
“That a girl.” Devin crooned quietly as she arched her back. He held her with one hand at her waist, with the other he tugged lightly at her pointing pink nipples as they danced up and down with the motion of her breasts. She worked faster and harder against him as he pressed up from the ground to enter her with a wet smack driving the two together. Her breath came in pants with the rhythm of their thrusts and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as each thrust came.
“Slow, slow,”
Somehow, her head was working harder than her body as she worried about what he thought of her performance. Did she seem like a natural or a prude? She didn’t want to wait another single moment to truly feel him, but what was the natural next move?
“You’re thinking too hard” he said, slowing his breaths and restraining his obvious longing. “What is there to think about?”
“I don’t know.” Dahlia said a little defensively, pulling away ever so slightly.
“Come here,” he said softly, pulling her down to his chest and brushing her hair over one shoulder. “Just lay on me.”
Dahlia was topless now, and he was completely exposed. His arousal was supremely evident, but her wetness was concealed beneath the skirt that hid her luscious and very ample ass.
Devin tugged at the waist band, and Dahlia moved to stop him.
“It’s alright.” He whispered. He sat up from the blanket where she crouched on all fours above him and moved around to where her skirted ass hovered in the air. Folding back the skirt over her back revealed her soft round hips and large thighs.
Dahlia cringed, but Devin gripped a handful of her soft flesh in each hand and leaned toward the warm wet slit that was longing to be tended. He sucked lightly on her lips and ran his tongue between the folds to the tiny aching bump of her clit. His hands moved from place to place, gripping at her flesh and sliding deep into the recesses of her hold.
Curling, stretching, and probing, his fingers filled her skillfully brushing the inner walls of her dripping pussy. She quivered and shook, straddling his face with her hips and crying out as he massaged her hard clit with his warm wet tongue.
Dahlia was panting now and cooing between the pants as the rhythmic rubbing brought her further out of herself. She tensed. Her whole body froze and her spine bent back in a body wracking contraction. She gasped, panted, moaned and quivered until at last she exhaled and came deeply and fully, on her knees on a blanket, by the beach, with a man she hardly knew.
Devin slid up beside her and kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself on his wet lips, and his tongue piercing into her mouth said without uncertainty that she would have more.
He brought her softness flat against him until she was almost lying on top of him with her knees spread wide across his waste. Long fingers pushed her hair back from her face as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped those long arms around her body and pressed against the small of her back and the top of her hips with one of his hands as he easily lifted his hips and slid himself inside of her with his full length.
Dahlia gasped slightly at the depth of the feeling and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the motion. His muscles moved beneath her chest and against her stomach and she pressed back and down against his hips, seeking every inch of union she could achieve. Slowly at first and with deliberate care, they moved together with ever-increasing abandon. As he moved faster, his hips came harder against her and she began to drop against him.
Devin pushed her up from his chest to sit on top of him. With her arms she could help lift herself to control the motion, and she began to drive the rhythm and ask for the impact with her body.
“That a girl.” Devin crooned quietly as she arched her back. He held her with one hand at her waist, with the other he tugged lightly at her pointing pink nipples as they danced up and down with the motion of her breasts. She worked faster and harder against him as he pressed up from the ground to enter her with a wet smack driving the two together. Her breath came in pants with the rhythm of their thrusts and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as each thrust came.
“Slow, slow,”
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