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... straddling my hips and pull up the hem exposing her thighs and the stocking tops. Before settling back down onto me she grabbed both my hands and placed them on her legs allowing me to explore just under the hem but not so far as to reach the centre of the dark cave created by the black dress. She leaned forward again, resting her weight on her hands as she kissed me once more on the mouth, my neck, nibbling at my earlobe. I try to get further into the cave but cant reach past the stocking tops so I change tack and with a little maneouvering I manage to get one hand cupping her breast, squeezing hard and just about feeling the nipple rise through the fairly thick material. I cant get to the other breast without breaking my wrist. She sits back on her heels again allowing me to finally get both breasts in my hands. She moans slightly and squirms on my hips. Placing both hands on my stomach she pushes herself backwards down my legs and starts to unfasten my fly zip before popping the button and shoving her hand inside, grabbing me and rubbing, making me hard. Perhaps she feels I need a little treat before doing what she has been planning. She pushes further back and and shfits again, forcing me to open my legs so she can kneel between them. She pulls down my jeans and underwear just a little. Just enough to free my cock so she can play with it, very gently working her fingers around the tip for a minute before gripping the shaft and pulling all the way down, taking my foreskin ...

... with it just as her mouth descends and closes around the exposed tip sucking and licking gently. She lets go of the shaft and using just her mouth bobs her head up and down as her fingers play with my balls and the area just behind them too. Sometimes she will hold me fully upright with her hand and lick along the length of my cock before either closing her mouth over it or wanking me. I cant really do a lot in return for her at the moment. I can barely reach the back of her head while she is kneeling between my legs but frankly it feels so good that I dont mind being spoiled. Bel is breathing just as hard as I am, but like she sometimes says, making me happy turns her on too so I know that when I finally get a hand between her legs she will have already soaked through whatever she is wearing under her dress. In just a few short minutes I get to find out what that is as she lets go of my cock and with a self-satisfied grin climbs up my body to kneel directly over my face, once again being f***ed to hitch up her hem as she lowers herslf down. I neednt have worried about her underwear. She isnt wearing any. Just the stockings and the black number. Automatically I start kissing and licking her pussy, paying particular attention to her clit, flicking it with my tongue and squeezing it against my top lip. I push both hands up the back of her dress and squeeze her bottom and stroke her thighs as she moans and presses down to meet my tongue. In a relationship as lengthy and stable ...