Clive pleasing me
Laying on the bed the anticipation was almost too much to bear......
With a gentle touch, Clive parted the soft fur of my lips, exposing my swollen clitoris . He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of my pink flesh against the backdrop of dark curls. My pussy was a secret garden, and he the eager explorer, ready to devour every inch of me. His tongue, like a warm, wet velvet ribbon, traced the outline of my labia, eliciting a shiver that danced from my toes to the nape of my neck. I gasped as he delved deeper, his mouth opening to embrace the softness of my folds. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of tickling and suckling that made my toes curl and my hips buck involuntarily.
As he feasted on me, his hands found their way to my breasts, kneading and squeezing with a perfect rhythm that mirrored the dance of his tongue. My nipples, already erect and sensitive, begged for his attention, and he obliged, swirling his thumbs around the peaks before pinching them lightly. The pain was a sweet symphony to the pleasure building within me, a harmony that sent my body soaring. My breath grew ragged as his tongue grew more insistent, flicking and swirling against my clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The sound of my own wetness filled the room, mingling with the soft moans that escaped my lips.
Clive's beard tickled my inner thighs as he buried his face deeper into my sex, the coarse hairs sending waves of sensation that were both foreign and delightful. He was relentless in his pursuit, lapping up every drop of my arousal like a man who hadn't tasted water in weeks. His nose nuzzled against my pubic mound, inhaling my scent as if it were the most precious bouquet. I felt his warm breath against my opening, and I knew what was coming next. His tongue slid inside me, filling me with a sense of fullness that made my walls clench around the intrusion, desperate to hold him there.
He began to explore my depths, his tongue curling and swirling, reaching for the very core of my being. His strokes grew stronger, more deliberate, and I could feel the tension coiling within me, tightening with every flick. The pressure mounted, my breaths turning into pants as I clutched the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric. The room was a blur, my vision swimming with the intensity of sensation. His thumbs took over the ministrations on my nipples, rolling and pinching with a firmness that had me arching my back, my breasts straining towards his touch.
Clive's beard, once a source of gentle tickles, now added a deliciously rough texture to his oral worship, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me with every pass. He knew just how to balance the two, keeping me teetering on the edge of release without pushing me over. The sounds of our bodies colliding grew more fervent, a symphony of wet kisses and smacking sounds that seemed to echo in the very air around us. I could feel the vibrations of his groans resonating through my pelvis, a bass note to the treble of my own cries.
As his tongue delved deeper, he found that spot inside me that made my legs quiver and my eyes roll back in my head. The spot that, when touched just right, could make me forget my own name. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of electricity coursing through me. My hips rocked against his face, seeking more, demanding it. He responded eagerly, his mouth moving in a relentless rhythm that had me teetering on the precipice of orgasm.
My fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him, pushing him closer to the spot that made me see stars. His beard scraped against my skin, a delicious friction that only served to enhance the sensations building within. His hands slid down my body, gripping my hips, holding me in place as his tongue delved deeper. I felt his breath, hot and humid, against my inner walls, and I knew that he was as lost in this moment as I was.
The pleasure grew, a wildfire spreading through my veins, burning away all thought, all reason. My body was his instrument, and he played it with the skill of a master musician, each stroke and suckle a note in the crescendo of passion. My muscles began to clench and spasm around his tongue, and I knew that I was close. So close. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of color and sound that faded into white-hot need.
He sensed my impending climax and quickened his pace, his tongue swirling around that magical spot with the fervor of a tornado. I could feel the storm gathering within me, a tempest of sensation that threatened to shatter me into a million pieces. His beard scraped against my sensitive skin, adding a layer of raw pleasure that only served to fuel the inferno. The pleasure grew so intense that it bordered on pain, and I reveled in it, my body begging for more.
As my orgasm crashed over me, Clive's mouth remained a tight seal around my pussy, his tongue working tirelessly as I bucked and thrashed against him. My back arched off the bed, my spine a bow drawn taught with pleasure. I screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. He drank from me greedily, his mouth never leaving me, even as my legs trembled and my body convulsed.
When the storm had passed, he kissed his way up my trembling thighs, his beard leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, met mine, and I saw in them a reflection of the passion that had just consumed me. He hovered over my clit, the tip of his tongue flicking out to give it one last gentle kiss, sending a final shiver through my body.
I lay there, panting, my heart racing as if I had just run a marathon. Clive's gaze never left me as he moved up my body, his hands caressing my skin with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the fervor of moments before. He kissed me, deeply, sharing my taste with me, and I reveled in the intimacy of it. His beard was damp with my arousal, and the feeling of it against my cheeks was strangely comforting.
"Again," I begged, my voice a mere whisper, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of release. He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, and resumed his ministrations without a word. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, and I shivered. His tongue traced the seam of my labia, teasing, before plunging back into my wetness. This time, his movements were slower, more deliberate, savoring the delicate flavors of my desire.
My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the play of muscles as he worked his magic between my legs. His beard was a sensory overload, a delicious cocktail of sensations that had me squirming and whimpering. Each pass of his mouth over my clit sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me, the intensity ebbing and flowing like the tide. The fur on my mound tickled my stomach as he moved closer, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
Clive's thumbs found their way to my labia, gently spreading them apart, giving his tongue more access to the wet, throbbing heart of my desire. He lapped at my entrance, the roughness of his facial hair creating a symphony of sensations that had me writhing beneath him. His beard was a part of him, an extension of his passion, and it danced across my skin like a thousand tiny feathers, each one a whisper of promise. I could feel the wetness of his saliva mixing with my own juices, creating a slickness that only served to amplify the sensations.
As he feasted on me, his fingers slid down to my ass, gripping each cheek firmly. He spread me wider, opening me up to him, making me vulnerable and exposed. The sensation of his hot breath on my anus was surprising, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through me that was almost as intense as the feeling of his tongue on my clit. He kissed the puckered flesh, a tender gesture that was both erotic and taboo. It was as if he were worshipping every inch of me, leaving no part untouched by his adoration.
The world outside ceased to exist as his mouth worked its magic. All that remained was the two of us, lost in the symphony of desire. His beard was now a part of the sensation, a living, breathing entity that seemed to have a mind of its own, teasing and tantalizing in a dance of passion. His teeth grazed my clit, the sharpness a stark contrast to the softness of his lips. It was a delicious bite that had me crying out for more.
My fingers threaded through the thick strands of his hair, tugging him closer, guiding him as I felt the beginnings of another climax building. The pressure grew, a tight coil in my lower belly, threatening to unravel at any moment. His breath was hot and humid, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room, and the feeling of his beard brushing against my sensitive flesh was a symphony of pleasure that I had never experienced before.
As Clive's tongue worked its way back up to my clit, his beard grazed my thighs, the coarse hairs leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. His mouth was a maelstrom of sensations, suckling, licking, and nibbling with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His hands, strong and sure, slid up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles around my areolae, drawing my attention to the sensitive peaks that begged for more.
My legs wrapped around his head, holding him in place as if I were afraid he might withdraw and leave me wanting. But Clive was relentless, his mouth moving in time with the throbbing of my sex, each stroke and suck a testament to his mastery. The scent of our mingled arousal was a heady aphrodisiac, filling the air and driving me wild with need. The bed rocked beneath us, a silent witness to our passionate duet.
His fingers, now slick with my juices, began to probe my entrance, one sliding deep inside me as he continued to worship my clit with his mouth. The sensation of being filled while his beard tickled and teased was almost too much to bear. I tightened around his digit, my muscles clenching in a silent plea for more. He complied, adding a second, then a third, stretching and preparing me for what was to come.
Clive's mouth grew more insistent, his teeth grazing my swollen bud as his beard grew wetter with my essence. I felt the pressure building, a crescendo of pleasure that was almost too intense to handle. My body was his playground, and he explored every inch of me with the dedication of a man who had found his life's purpose. His thumbs rolled my nipples in time with the movement of his tongue, the sensations blending into one overwhelming crescendo.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I let out a keening cry as the second orgasm took hold of me, my body bowing off the bed. The world narrowed to the point of his tongue and the feel of his beard against my skin, the only two things that existed in the universe. He didn't let up, even as my muscles spasmed around his fingers, his tongue pressing firmly against my clit, holding me in the throes of ecstasy for what felt like an eternity.
As the waves of pleasure receded, he slid his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him tasting me was almost too much, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. He kissed me deeply , "I love you Lynda "
With a gentle touch, Clive parted the soft fur of my lips, exposing my swollen clitoris . He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of my pink flesh against the backdrop of dark curls. My pussy was a secret garden, and he the eager explorer, ready to devour every inch of me. His tongue, like a warm, wet velvet ribbon, traced the outline of my labia, eliciting a shiver that danced from my toes to the nape of my neck. I gasped as he delved deeper, his mouth opening to embrace the softness of my folds. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of tickling and suckling that made my toes curl and my hips buck involuntarily.
As he feasted on me, his hands found their way to my breasts, kneading and squeezing with a perfect rhythm that mirrored the dance of his tongue. My nipples, already erect and sensitive, begged for his attention, and he obliged, swirling his thumbs around the peaks before pinching them lightly. The pain was a sweet symphony to the pleasure building within me, a harmony that sent my body soaring. My breath grew ragged as his tongue grew more insistent, flicking and swirling against my clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The sound of my own wetness filled the room, mingling with the soft moans that escaped my lips.
Clive's beard tickled my inner thighs as he buried his face deeper into my sex, the coarse hairs sending waves of sensation that were both foreign and delightful. He was relentless in his pursuit, lapping up every drop of my arousal like a man who hadn't tasted water in weeks. His nose nuzzled against my pubic mound, inhaling my scent as if it were the most precious bouquet. I felt his warm breath against my opening, and I knew what was coming next. His tongue slid inside me, filling me with a sense of fullness that made my walls clench around the intrusion, desperate to hold him there.
He began to explore my depths, his tongue curling and swirling, reaching for the very core of my being. His strokes grew stronger, more deliberate, and I could feel the tension coiling within me, tightening with every flick. The pressure mounted, my breaths turning into pants as I clutched the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric. The room was a blur, my vision swimming with the intensity of sensation. His thumbs took over the ministrations on my nipples, rolling and pinching with a firmness that had me arching my back, my breasts straining towards his touch.
Clive's beard, once a source of gentle tickles, now added a deliciously rough texture to his oral worship, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through me with every pass. He knew just how to balance the two, keeping me teetering on the edge of release without pushing me over. The sounds of our bodies colliding grew more fervent, a symphony of wet kisses and smacking sounds that seemed to echo in the very air around us. I could feel the vibrations of his groans resonating through my pelvis, a bass note to the treble of my own cries.
As his tongue delved deeper, he found that spot inside me that made my legs quiver and my eyes roll back in my head. The spot that, when touched just right, could make me forget my own name. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, sending bolts of electricity coursing through me. My hips rocked against his face, seeking more, demanding it. He responded eagerly, his mouth moving in a relentless rhythm that had me teetering on the precipice of orgasm.
My fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him, pushing him closer to the spot that made me see stars. His beard scraped against my skin, a delicious friction that only served to enhance the sensations building within. His hands slid down my body, gripping my hips, holding me in place as his tongue delved deeper. I felt his breath, hot and humid, against my inner walls, and I knew that he was as lost in this moment as I was.
The pleasure grew, a wildfire spreading through my veins, burning away all thought, all reason. My body was his instrument, and he played it with the skill of a master musician, each stroke and suckle a note in the crescendo of passion. My muscles began to clench and spasm around his tongue, and I knew that I was close. So close. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of color and sound that faded into white-hot need.
He sensed my impending climax and quickened his pace, his tongue swirling around that magical spot with the fervor of a tornado. I could feel the storm gathering within me, a tempest of sensation that threatened to shatter me into a million pieces. His beard scraped against my sensitive skin, adding a layer of raw pleasure that only served to fuel the inferno. The pleasure grew so intense that it bordered on pain, and I reveled in it, my body begging for more.
As my orgasm crashed over me, Clive's mouth remained a tight seal around my pussy, his tongue working tirelessly as I bucked and thrashed against him. My back arched off the bed, my spine a bow drawn taught with pleasure. I screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. He drank from me greedily, his mouth never leaving me, even as my legs trembled and my body convulsed.
When the storm had passed, he kissed his way up my trembling thighs, his beard leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, met mine, and I saw in them a reflection of the passion that had just consumed me. He hovered over my clit, the tip of his tongue flicking out to give it one last gentle kiss, sending a final shiver through my body.
I lay there, panting, my heart racing as if I had just run a marathon. Clive's gaze never left me as he moved up my body, his hands caressing my skin with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the fervor of moments before. He kissed me, deeply, sharing my taste with me, and I reveled in the intimacy of it. His beard was damp with my arousal, and the feeling of it against my cheeks was strangely comforting.
"Again," I begged, my voice a mere whisper, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of release. He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, and resumed his ministrations without a word. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, and I shivered. His tongue traced the seam of my labia, teasing, before plunging back into my wetness. This time, his movements were slower, more deliberate, savoring the delicate flavors of my desire.
My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the play of muscles as he worked his magic between my legs. His beard was a sensory overload, a delicious cocktail of sensations that had me squirming and whimpering. Each pass of his mouth over my clit sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me, the intensity ebbing and flowing like the tide. The fur on my mound tickled my stomach as he moved closer, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.
Clive's thumbs found their way to my labia, gently spreading them apart, giving his tongue more access to the wet, throbbing heart of my desire. He lapped at my entrance, the roughness of his facial hair creating a symphony of sensations that had me writhing beneath him. His beard was a part of him, an extension of his passion, and it danced across my skin like a thousand tiny feathers, each one a whisper of promise. I could feel the wetness of his saliva mixing with my own juices, creating a slickness that only served to amplify the sensations.
As he feasted on me, his fingers slid down to my ass, gripping each cheek firmly. He spread me wider, opening me up to him, making me vulnerable and exposed. The sensation of his hot breath on my anus was surprising, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through me that was almost as intense as the feeling of his tongue on my clit. He kissed the puckered flesh, a tender gesture that was both erotic and taboo. It was as if he were worshipping every inch of me, leaving no part untouched by his adoration.
The world outside ceased to exist as his mouth worked its magic. All that remained was the two of us, lost in the symphony of desire. His beard was now a part of the sensation, a living, breathing entity that seemed to have a mind of its own, teasing and tantalizing in a dance of passion. His teeth grazed my clit, the sharpness a stark contrast to the softness of his lips. It was a delicious bite that had me crying out for more.
My fingers threaded through the thick strands of his hair, tugging him closer, guiding him as I felt the beginnings of another climax building. The pressure grew, a tight coil in my lower belly, threatening to unravel at any moment. His breath was hot and humid, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room, and the feeling of his beard brushing against my sensitive flesh was a symphony of pleasure that I had never experienced before.
As Clive's tongue worked its way back up to my clit, his beard grazed my thighs, the coarse hairs leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. His mouth was a maelstrom of sensations, suckling, licking, and nibbling with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His hands, strong and sure, slid up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles around my areolae, drawing my attention to the sensitive peaks that begged for more.
My legs wrapped around his head, holding him in place as if I were afraid he might withdraw and leave me wanting. But Clive was relentless, his mouth moving in time with the throbbing of my sex, each stroke and suck a testament to his mastery. The scent of our mingled arousal was a heady aphrodisiac, filling the air and driving me wild with need. The bed rocked beneath us, a silent witness to our passionate duet.
His fingers, now slick with my juices, began to probe my entrance, one sliding deep inside me as he continued to worship my clit with his mouth. The sensation of being filled while his beard tickled and teased was almost too much to bear. I tightened around his digit, my muscles clenching in a silent plea for more. He complied, adding a second, then a third, stretching and preparing me for what was to come.
Clive's mouth grew more insistent, his teeth grazing my swollen bud as his beard grew wetter with my essence. I felt the pressure building, a crescendo of pleasure that was almost too intense to handle. My body was his playground, and he explored every inch of me with the dedication of a man who had found his life's purpose. His thumbs rolled my nipples in time with the movement of his tongue, the sensations blending into one overwhelming crescendo.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I let out a keening cry as the second orgasm took hold of me, my body bowing off the bed. The world narrowed to the point of his tongue and the feel of his beard against my skin, the only two things that existed in the universe. He didn't let up, even as my muscles spasmed around his fingers, his tongue pressing firmly against my clit, holding me in the throes of ecstasy for what felt like an eternity.
As the waves of pleasure receded, he slid his fingers out of me, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him tasting me was almost too much, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. He kissed me deeply , "I love you Lynda "
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