“Eu-ge-ne”
She had stressed his name.
He gave no response.
Still fully focused on what he was doing with his mouth.
“You make the sexiest sounds, Rosita,” he'd compliment after a prolonged period of silence, making his sound Only through his closed but moving mouth.
He was now at her pussy, and then it felt like he had forgotten something very important.
He was naive, and he wouldn't want her (Rosita) to know that he (Eugene) was an amateur and that everything he knew about a woman, he knew from watching movies and reading erotic stories.
He went back up to her face, repeating the soft kisses on her mouth and from her mouth to her breast, which was hard already.
Her nipples standing erect already to his touches as he cupped the boobs professionally and circled the nipples at the same time.
Rosita was giving out different melodies of moans at different points as he left her mouth and went to her neck, kissing her neck and, at the same time, sucking it, leaving a hickey.
Eugene had locked eyes with her.
Both staring deep into each other's eyes. He then proceeded to lick her ears.
Rosita then clenched so deeply into his skin, as she couldn't tell how he knew all her erogenous zones; they hadn't talked much about their sexual life, but Eugene wouldn't want to take any chances.
He then kissed her lower belly, taking his time to explore it, delivering kisses at different points of her stomach as he began descending down to her lower body.
Her legs were gradually dividing as he kept on approaching her lower body, and when he got to the thigh, he took a detour through it, licking the inner thigh, nibbling through it.
Rosita still had her panties on.
He had only parted it to one side so as to have easier access to her skin, and now Eugene was kissing through the panties.
Running his tongue along them, and at the same time he was giving her a slow rub through those panties.
“Do you want me to take the panties off slowly, or just slide them to the side, my lady?”
Rosita loved how he was always seeking her permission before doing anything.
It gave her this odd sense of respect, and him, acknowledging that she was older than he was, and for her, that was romantic for her.
He started kissing her around the vagina first, and at the same time, kissing and sucking on her inner thigh, taking his time to stroke her legs from within his reach.
He kissed her down along her inner thigh, on one leg, then upwardly, and then he'd switch to the other leg afterwards.
He then slowly breathed over her vagina.
Rosita could feel his warm breath, making her have an increase in her anticipation of him.
He paused.
He wanted to ask the question on his mind.
“Have you gotten a head before?”
He knew that the question wasn't necessary, but he had nursed a little bit of insecurity inside of him, and he wouldn't want to sound like a broken record or probably end up doing it awfully, and she, in return, either consciously or unconsciously, compared him to others who have sucked her pussy.
“Head? Like, have I gotten a pussy licking from someone in the past?”
He nodded in affirmation, showing off his teeth as he smiled sheepishly, knowing how stupid he had sounded with the question.
“Why do you want to know?”
This wasn't the response he had anticipated, but her response had come with a smile, so he took it as sarcasm.
“Curiosity”, he replied.
“It kills the cat.” She winked seductively at him.
They both laughed in between breaths and at the same time.
His head was already in between her legs as he began slowly licking the labia minora and then started sucking her clit after about a minute.
Softly kissing her, licking and sucking on her clitoris with his tongue.
He knew that he needed to keep her lubricated while eating it like he meant it. He had started off lightly and then slowly increased the pressure and speed.
“Eugene”, she had called out, grunting.He stopped.
Raised his head to meet her face.
“There’s no need to rush; take your time and eat me as much as you want, baby.”
He smiled.
Those words had ironically brushed his ego and made him more prepared for whatever it was that was coming.
“You want me to take it slow.”
“I'm all yours, Eugene, and I am not running away. Eat me as much as you want and can, baby. I am going nowhere, and for your question, this would be the first time I'd be getting my pussy licked.”
She finally gave him a response to his question.
Eugene chuckled.
Said nothing and resumed his pussy-licking job.
Rosita was already wet.
Even more than she was in the first period of their foreplay.
He then spread his tongue out, making it extra wet.
Resuming duty at her moist inner, he started at the base of her vagina and worked his way up tirelessly until the tip of his tongue ran over the clit as he kept on moving his head, not her tongue, as this was helping greatly to cover more surface area and kept his tongue from tiring out.He then switched to trying another technique which he had read online.
He tried to make a small “O” shape with his lips, making it only a little bigger than her clit.
He was sure his lips were moist when he carefully placed it over the clit and started sucking gently on it.
He tried to maintain a constant level of suction, but he couldn't; hence, he resorted to sucking rhythmically, sucking and releasing the clit at his own pace.
He also tried to suck the clit into his mouth and held it there while using his tongue to massage it.
“Use your fingers too, baby.”
He wasn't sure he had heard her clearly, but while his mouth was on the clitoris, he then slid a finger slowly into her vagina, stimulating her G-spot by making a “come here” motion with his finger.
His plans were to absolutely drive her wild; he added a second finger.
“Fuccck!!”
Her squirt was all over his face.
This made him get and stay extra hard by keeping blood flowing into the spongy tissue of his penis.Then I stroked down his length with one hand to make the skin taut and expose more nerve endings, wrapping my other hand around the head of his penis and sliding it up and down.I applied a mouthful of saliva into my palms to make sure I don't chafe his sensitive skin.He let out a soft moan.“You want to torture me, Ju?”His breath was heavy.I loved it.I stopped.Then once again, I took his penis between my open palms and, using my hands like ping-pong paddles, very lightly battered it back and forth.The quick touches had felt so invigorating and increased circulation to the surface of the skin.“Fuckkk, Ju—”His breath was getting weaker.He now held onto my dress.Firmly and tightly.He was writhing
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My life was gradually turning into a mess.I couldn't think or concentrate on anything.I was gradually losing my mind, and I couldn't help it.I had nobody to talk to. I had nobody to confide in.Naomi was outside the country, and I wouldn't want to interrupt her honeymoon with some boring cheating tales in my own marriage.I wished I could talk to Peters.At least try to convince him against me inviting Micheals over.I wanted him to see reasons why we, I, needed to move on from whichever ugly situation I had put myself in. I wanted to talk to him, that he could be kind enough to stoop so low and cheat back on me; if getting a pound of his flesh was okay, he could, but then the question I didn't seem to find a response to was “Why he wanted to have a joint meeting with the man I had cheated on him with?”What did he want to say to him?“Hey man, I am the husband of the lady you had made his wife cum multiple times inside your car,” while extending his palms for a handshake. “Oh s
I could feel the roughening of my skin.My hair is standing.The hypothalamus effect was so strong that I equally started feeling a hot type of sensation in my belly.My blood was sizzling.“I have really missed you, baby.”His hand left my waist, switching between the left and the right.The former goes to my face, rubbing and massaging it gently.I wanted to say a word, but it'd come out with a pathetic ineffectiveness, so I decided against it.“I have missed the wife I had married. I swear to you, Judith” he paused.His face met my feet, like he wanted to know what the sole of my footwear was made from.He raised his face to still meet my eyes, staring at his, puzzled and oblivious of what was happening.He wasn't drunk.I knew my husband; even though we've been emotionally and physically detached for a while, I still co
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