Page 24 of Slippery When Wet

I am humping her hand.

/> “Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh…”

Fingers become replaced with her tongue, darting frantically in and out, flicking around my center.

“Ooooh, yessssss…you love the taste of my cum? You want me to nut all in your mouth, all over your tongue?” she groans. “Here it comes…I’m coming…”

“Yes, baby…give me that sweet, sticky nut…oooh…come for me…”

Coiling my fingers through her hair, I clamp my thighs around her head and fuck her face, humping and humping and humping.

Oh, God…I am losing it!

My legs spread open, again.

Deliberate fingers—one, two, three, find their way back inside of my wetness.

The swishing sounds of my cunt become louder than my own breathing.

And in an explosion of bright lights and wild colors, I come loud and hard. Pussy juice gushing out, like a roaring sea. Celeste keeps working my pussy with her fingers while sucking on my clit. I am still coming. Wild and nasty, soaking her fingers and hand. Winding my hips, pinching my nipples, popping my clit, I urge her to keep it going. Keep stoking the fire burning deep inside of me. Keep skimming over my clit with her thumb. Keep stroking that highly sensitive spongy area nestled in the pit of my pussy.

“Oh, yesssssss…ooooooooooh…”

I climax and shudder and cry out. My body jerks. My breath catches in the back of my throat. My eyes roll in the back of my head. I am feeling possessed. I chant and hiss and purr.

My body tenses, toes curling and fingers clenching in sync with the clutching walls of my pussy as I come so hard I think I’m going to pass out.

It takes me several minutes to regain my senses. I inhale. Exhale. Steady my breathing.

Long after the waves of my orgasm have subsided, my juices continue to drip to her fingers. Finally, as Celeste pulls her fingers out of me, my lashes lift to look at her. She sees need and want in my eyes. Her own desires mirrored in the reflection of my own lust.

I lick my lips, standing up. Warm juices still flowing between my thighs, Celeste grabs me by the hips and parts my legs. She cups my ass as her tongue slithers along the inside of my right thigh, then my left. A soft moan escapes me. Her tongue travels along my skin, lapping away.

“Come,” I say, pulling her up from her knees. She looks at me. Her eyes dance wickedly behind her smile.

“What?”

She shakes her head. “I enjoy your company. And I love eating your pussy. It’s so wet and juicy.”

“And I enjoy yours,” I reassure her, then smile. She offers me her mouth and her tongue, and I eagerly accept it, kissing her long and hard. “It’s my turn.”

I tell her I want her to lean over the damask sofa in my sitting room, walking over to my walk-in closet and stepping in. I flip on the light to retrieve one of my many toys. I open one of the bottom drawers of my mahogany wood aisle dresser, pulling out a black leather case. I have an assortment of colorful dildos of all shapes, colors, and sizes neatly tucked inside.

I grab the pretty pink one, then walk back out into my sitting area. As asked, Celeste is already bent over the sofa, waiting. She cranes her neck, glancing over her shoulder at me. Her eyes catch the dildo in my hand, gleaming with excitement.

She wants her hole fucked. She wants to be taken from the back. Wants her juicy slit stretched and filled. “Open your legs wider. I want to see all of you.”

I lick my lips in anticipation.

Her pussy glistening and open, I reach for her swollen lips and pinch them, then nuzzle my face between her heart-shaped ass, pulling open her cheeks. The dizzying smell of her cunt makes my mouth water. My tongue trails her crack. Her wet pussy calls out to me. It winks at me. Puckers its lips. I blow into it, press my own soft lips to it, then flick my tongue across it. A sweet dew trickles out and clings to the swollen petals of her cunt. It cries out to me. Tells me how hungry it is. How deeply it wants to be fed. I smack it.

Celeste moans.

I tightly grip the base of the dildo in my hand—my own pussy wet with need—and push it into the back of her cunt, stroking her silky walls. The pink dick sinks in, deep.

“Oh, God, yesss…deeper,” Celeste gasps softly. I oblige, giving it to her however she wants it. I push in deeper and the pussy swallows the dildo, squeezing it, milking it, begging for it. She reaches behind her and holds open her ass. She wants me to see her take it all. Her juices swish and splash up against the dildo as I lean forward, my tongue darting fiercely into her asshole. The smell of her ass and pussy hot and intoxicating.

Soft “ooohs” and “aaaahs” slip from Celeste’s lips with each thrust.

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