She slowly pressed her face against my moist muff, her nose lightly grazing against my throbbing clit, her hands holding onto my hips firmly. She let her tongue slip from between her full lips and began to stroke my clit lengthwise. My hands immediately went to the back of her head and laced my fingers into her still damp hair. She worked her tongue up and down, side to side over and around my clit.
My hips tried to rock against her face but her firm grip held me still. My moans filled the large bedroom as she worked my muff. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take much more of that. I felt her slip one of her fingers into my hole and began to wiggle it inside me. I grunted as I arched my back and squeezed tightly around her finger. I felt the familiar stirring as my orgasm began to build. She increased her speed around my clit, letting her tongue dart in and out of her mouth, randomly hitting my clit.
My body tensed as my climax washed over me. My moans were loud and desperate as I pushed against the back of her head, forcing her face deeper into my moist muff, my thighs squeezing tightly around her head. My hips rocked against her firm grip and I spasmed around her finger. As my moans began to die down so did her stroking. She eased me down from my peak and made her way back up my body.
