She licked his nipple again, he kissed her with a wide open mouth, and ran his fingers over her shoulders, pushing her bras straps down into the sleeves. For the first time, she took her hands off his dick—he winced with displeasure at the sudden loss—and with a fluid motion that seemed well practiced, Lynn unzipped the side of her skirt and pushed down all the clothes—blouse, bra, skirt—along her legs until they rested in a circular pile around her feet.
The guy had to bend over almost in half due to his height, but he couldn’t circumvent his desire to suckle at her tits. His tongue—which I noted was extremely long, like, Gene fucking Simmons long—ran from nipple to nipple, back and forth, as if it couldn’t decide which was better. Lynn had never been one for much nipple play, her’s weren’t very sensitive. Instead she spread her legs—in fact, she lifted one leg in the air, putting a foot up on the coffee table. It gave me a perfect view of her ass and pussy.
Still, the guy didn’t seem to get it, so entranced was he by her chest. I knew how he felt, I’d been there many a time.
Lynn wanted more, and she wasn’t going to wait. She grabbed his hand, which rested on her hip. In fact, she grabbed it by two fingers, the index and middle. She brought them to her crotch.
He quickly got the point.
“Yes, put them in, finger me,” she said, holding his head, pushing his mouth against her nipple like it suddenly felt fantastic. I think sometimes there’s a direct nerve connection between her pussy and nipples. This did nothing to dissuade me.
He inserted first one finger, then another, to the first knuckle. Lynn’s back arched. I saw a drop of her own wetness travel down the inside of her thigh and realized I was again stroking myself. I didn’t even know I’d moved my hand.
“More,” she ordered.
To the second knuckle then. She gasped. He stopped sucking her tits and stood so he could get more leverage, and looked her in the face. She opened her eyes momentarily and smiled.
“More,” she cooed.
He obliged, and roughly. Both fingers slammed into her, buried deep as he could get them. He didn’t just let them stay still. He started to finger bang her like a piston in a hemi engine. His other hand was in her hair again, like when she’d gone down on him, but this time, he pulled her head back. He put his wide open mouth on her exposed throat, sucking on her like a sexual vampire while his other hand continued to dart in and out. She was so wet down there that each insertion made wet noises, like kids jumping in puddles.
And again she said, “More.”
He couldn’t go deeper, so he went wider, adding his ring finger to the mix. She held tight to the guy’s torso as his three fingers, curled together tight, slammed in and out of her. I had little doubt his thumb was playing against her clit at the same time, but I couldn’t see that from behind her.
I wanted to walk over and put my pinky…or maybe something else… into her puckered ass hole. But I stayed where I was, afraid that any movement might break the spell.
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