Licking Her Blossom
But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with
vigour. The hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the
heavily breathing beauty. As Jim’s hand brought forth stronger
and stronger sensations she traced the ever-growing swelling. It
promised to be of enormous proportions. She slowly unzipped and
unbuckled his pants. As he rose slightly to assist her in her
endeavors she pulled down both his trousers and underwear at the
same time. But before she could seek out the article of interest
the first wave of orgasm enveloped her. All she could do was
reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him close.
As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy’s lips.
“God, that was good.” But before she could say more, Jim slipped
down and stuck his nose into Sandy’s moist, warm crotch. “Come
up here,” she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to
be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the
blossom of release again. Her admonishments to join her were
abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her
clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion
stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat,
Sandy’s passion steadily boiled inside of her.