Lavanya – The dusky goddess from Bangalore – Part 4
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Rather than going for her core, I began following her rib lines, stomach, and soft skin of her inner thighs. Marking the perimeter of her body before I reclaimed it, I wanted her to feel the ghost of my touch everywhere. On the nightstand, I reached for the bottle of wine. I drank a little sip before positioning the glass to her lips. She swallowed little, nervously, the dark liquid staining her lips. I wished to burn into my mind the vivid scarlet wine against her pale, flushed complexion. “You believe you’re finished, right? “I asked, a low chuckle rumbling in my throat. Her eyes blurred and hazy, clouded with the lingering chemical high of her release, she looked at me in the mirror. I…. “I believe I am unable to move, sweetheart. You emptied me.” “That was merely Lavanya’s warm-up. I didn’t make an all-night trip merely for one completion. Before the sun rises, I want to see how many times I can get you to shatter. I longed to witness the precise instant her corporate composure exploded into millions of irregular fragments..” Rising, I helped her. I carried her to the bed—not the tender manner a groom lifts a bride but with a tight, possessive grab. I threw her onto the middle of the mattress. She bounced a little, her hair spreading out like a dark silk fan, her weakness laid bare beneath the muted light. My lips closes around her neck as she gasps, my hands grasp her hips and pull her bare pussy toward me, pummeling my bulge against hers as I pace over to her and press my body against hers. Her whim, a sound of unadulterated need, came from the friction of my denim against her delicate skin. As she moans, I suck fiercely on her neck and begin to rock back and forth to feel my hard cock on her pussy lips. One hand on her head, we exchange a passionate, ever changing kiss. It was a conflict of languages, a frantic sharing of breath and soul. My other hand moves up her thigh, then I experience the bright warmth of her beautiful vagina. Her fingers curve around my wrist and she tugs, accelerating my approach. At long last my fingers locate her opening; she is drenched; the smallest touch causes audible pleasure; she is unable to hide how aroused she is. Gently my fingertips travel up and down her pussy lips, pushing slightly into her dripping fuckhole. Our brows are pushed together; I’m observing her response, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she moans. She is even tighter than I had thought; her warm pussy is closing, drawing my fingertips deeper into her as she wriggles in pleasure. My index and middle finger wriggle inside her. I look forward to sink my cock into this girl. Her thighs and my hand are covered in her liquids; her insides are so warm. Pressing against her pussy walls, I curl my fingers a little bit and she starts to breath faster. Her tight pussy pleading to cling onto my fingertips, she groans as I draw my fingers out. I lean and rest my hands on her thighs as she bites her lip. Teasing her until I kiss her adorable, pink pussy, I kiss my way up the inside of her left thigh. Before I begin using my tongue, I place gentle kisses all over her delicate entrance. Tasting her wet fuckhole, I tongue-walk her pussy lips. As her moans increase, I start to push my tongue more vigorously into her strong pussy. Her knees are shivering, and she instinctively shuts them; I surround her head to experience her more profound. She is clearly enjoying this; I keep eating her out and can hear her moans even with her warm thighs covering my ears. Then I sense her fingertips snag in my hair as I chew on her luscious pussy lips. She has me back up to eye level in relatively short order. Her warm, sensual juices saturate my lips and cheeks, and she pulls me closer and kisses me gently. She gulps deeply and cleans up the mess her dripping pussy caused by drawing her own flavor off my lips. “I’m way too fucking turned on. You have to fuck me! Right now!” she whispers to me urgently. I start rubbing her clit in concentrated circles, feeling again how wet she is. “Noo, stop teasing me! Just get your cock inside me, I can’t take this anymore!” she says louder and while moaning. I take my thumb and trace down the middle of her pussy, pushing it in past her pussy lips a little bit. “You want me to fuck this tight little pussy?” I ask her as she breathes heavily, still sitting on the counter, back against a mirror. “Please!” she moans back, overflowing with desperation and lust. We kiss as I take my trousers off, her tongue tasting mine with excitement. My cock basically explodes out of my underwear and when she sees it, she just moans. I rub the head of my rock-hard cock through her pussy lips, I’m so turned on that my cock is slightly bigger than normal and oh God, that pussy is so tight. She’s shuddering and moaning while we kiss as I massage her soaking pussy with the tip of my thick cock. In me! She whines, my cock now covered in her pussy fluids.