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Lick It

... face. Flexes his cock to draw her attention. It works but she suppresses a snicker. An impish look flashes through her eyes as her tongue comes out to sweep her supple lips and send his pulse racing harder. Her hands sweep up her body and cup her ripe breasts, squeezing her lush flesh, pinching swollen nipples. Rolling. Twisting. Then her hands slide downward, fingers raking over the hot slit of her cameltoe, perfectly emphasized in her tight, wet thong. “What did you miss more? My tits? Or my pussy?” Her left hand fingers pull the tiny thong to the side to reveal the delectable mound underneath. The fingers of her right rake her slit, massaging and drawing fresh moisture to her lips as she heaves an exaggerated sigh. She spreads her fingers over her slit and peels her lips open, revealing her pale crimson core. “Your…essence,” he finally replies. “Sure…my essence, you say.” She smiles like a lioness inviting a rabbit to tea. She works her feet wider apart, splaying herself more. His cock is raging to feel her come down all the way and moisten his shaft with her flow. She’s the last woman on earth, and his cock throbs for her as he gazes at her open pussy, knowing it belongs to ...

... him, that she gives herself in tribute again and again. “Yeah…essence,” he says. He watches her fingers play like a gentle claw. Petals open to that glistening coral pink that lives nowhere else but there, deep in her core. “I need…” “Yeah…my essence.” “Yeah.” Her fingers are wet now. He needs to hold them under his nose a moment, just before sucking them each in turn. Above him, the under-curves of her breasts seem immense. Droplets of seawater still fall. They begin to heave and betray the breath coming on deep as his breath. “You…I need…just…fuck….” He grips his cock. Ripe as a stalk and throbbing with blood like a car crash. Holds the shaft upright for her to slide onto. He grips her ankle with the other hand. Desperate clutch. “Just…fuck….” Her thighs begin to open as she lowers herself. Down on those supple springs of flesh. Slit spreading as she squats. Opening. Wet mouth that will swallow him into an exile of bliss. At the final moment her knees hit the sand she shifts…snickering…and pushes her pussy onto his mouth. His neck arches and tongue swipes against that luscious confinement. He arches and laps. Arches and laps. Arches and laps as if the sea were breathing it into him.