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Until Ifelt a little bit of a suckling action around my nipples and Iclenched my muscles and started moving up and down... I felt his teethnibbling and I stopped moving up and down , and held onto his torso asI twerked my ass forcing his cock to go back and forth... back tosuckling...He broke off after a few minutes. "Wait, I'm gonna cum."I intesified my up and down fucking, "That's not your safeword." Isaid and watched his face as he smiled... and then I went all the wayuntil he shuddered and yelled in pleasure... I slowed down butsqueezed my muscles, milking him for every drop his cock could squeezeout...I stopped for a moment, still impaled on him, and leaned in, resting myhead on his chest, and reached below to my clit and started rubbing...."What are you-" he started to ask a question."Shh. Masturbating..." I whispered, chasing after it, I was almostthere."But I could-" Shh.. I'm gonna lose it..." just about the right rhythm... Just bequiet... picture the things I'm going. I licked my first pussy from the bottom to the top in one long stroke. Fuck, that was it, I had just licked my first pussy!!Barb arched back again, exposing all of her from the water. I took that as a sign and repeated the lick. Then I thought back to the description of what the guy said in the magazine. I pushed my tongue between her lips and felt her tense up. I wiggled my tongue up and down like a worm on a hook. I was hooked!After a few seconds of my tongue in her pussy, I slid it up toward the bump. When I hit it, I was rewarded with a thrust upward, legs clamped around my head holding me there and a warm sensation flooding over my face. I had just eaten my first pussy, played with my first set of tits and caused a girl to cum on my face.After several minutes, Barb collected herself, dressed and went towards the house. I was enthralled with the events of the night and watched her walk away. When she got to the steps of the patio, she turned and said, “Thanks for the birthday.
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