“Here’s your other Christmas present, Michael. But you’re going to have to come and get it,” she chided.
“Oh, I intend to, Lanie. But I’m enjoying looking at you. You have an amazingly beautiful body, sis. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“A few people, yes,” she whispered, as she pulled on her lips and opened the depth of her hole. Her spread thighs were framing one of the most beautiful views I had ever witnessed. Her hole glistened with arousal and a bit of creamy juice had even dripped down into the tight light brown sphincter of her asshole. She looked incredibly edible, and I fully intended to taste her in good time. But watching her, for the moment, was a huge turn-on.
She touched her pussy as she watched me watch her. Any modicum of modesty was long gone as she spread her lips and opened her holes to my gaze. She rubbed her clit languidly and looked at me with lowered lids. Her pussy was gorgeous and she knew it. She curved her middle and ring finger together and stuck them far into her vagina, extracting them slowly, showing me that they were wet, then bringing them up to her mouth to taste herself. She looked into my eyes, then down at my dangling balls and shaft, hanging full and ready to re-engage.
“Mmm,” she moaned under her breath. God, I needed to taste this girl.
I took the few steps to the couch and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
“I want to taste that sweet pussy, Lanie. I want you to come in my mouth,” I suggested.
“You know where it is,” she whispered in return.
I worked my way south, nibbling under her ear and along her neck before licking my way over her breasts, pausing briefly to suck each nipple. I descended further, taking my time as I wended my way down over the taut curves of her belly. Her hip bones were delicate protrusions, adding to the allure of her flat stomach and accentuating the glorious rise of her hairless mons. I could feel her lift her hips; giving me access; inviting me home.
I pulled back to just take in the glorious beauty of her delicate pink pussy. Her wide spread labia framed the most beautiful inner lips imaginable. Her pink hood was allowing the pearl of her clit to poke out ever so slightly. Her lips cascaded down either side, splaying open in furled ridges of succulence. It was such a tasty sight to behold.
Two of her fingers formed a vee and gently pulled her lips apart, displaying the deep intoxicating tunnel of her sex. I blew on her lips and then leaned to each side to softly kiss her inner thighs. If she could take her time, I could take mine too. And I was enjoying this display of womanly flesh far too much to rush things. I blew gently on her pussy and told her how beautiful she was. She responded by smiling and sliding two fingers back into her juicy hole. She held forth her retracted fingers for me to taste. I obliged and took my time sucking her fingers.
But I needed to go to the source. No second hand pussy juice for me, thank you very much. I leaned down low and looked up into her sultry eyes with my lips barely an inch from her sex. I reached out my tongue, as my eyes locked on hers and, ever so gently, licked her clit with the very tip of my tongue. She squirmed with appreciation as she lifted her hips up further. My hands slipped below to cup her soft ass cheeks as I opened my mouth and French kissed her wide open cunt.