Wet pussy of a young beauty gets an orgasm
The luscious curves of her tender young body glistened, droplets of water trickling down her smooth skin as she emerged from the bath. A girl barely legal, yet already a goddess in training. Her darklocks cascaded over her slender shoulders, stark against her alabaster skin. She was a vision, a dream made flesh, a fantasy waiting to be fulfilled.
She towelled herself off languidly, savouring the feel of the fluffy fabric against her damp flesh. Her lilac eyes sparkled with mischief as she caught her reflection in the full length mirror affixed to the wall. She twirled the towel teasingly, letting it slip to pool at her feet. And there she stood, in all her naked glory, the embodiment of sensuality and desires untamed.
Her gaze drew downward, over the swell of her pert breasts, the narrow indent of her waist, to where her soft curls met the juncture of her thighs. She could see the faint flush of arousal painting her skin, feel the heat building between her legs. Deliberately, she raked a hand through the downy hair, eliciting a shiver of pleasure. A few teasing strokes were all it took for tendrils of need to spiral through her.
She felt wanton, wanton and wicked. And gloriously free. Wanting more, she brought her other hand to join the first, parting the delicate folds of her mound. At the first contact with that aching hub of sensation, a breathy moan escaped her lips. Her fingers fluttered over the sensitive nub, circling, teasing, until it swelled beneath her touch. Juices began to flow, trickling down her inner thighs in a silent testament to her arousal.
With a impulsive giddiness, she slid a finger inside her molten heat. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious fullness that only spurred her on. Slowly, deliberately, she began to pump, setting up a rhythm that pulled a steady stream of breathy little gasps from between her lips. Her unpracticed touch faltered at times, but that only made her excitement build. Each clumsy motion, each stuttered breath, brought her closer to the edge of something wondrous and unknown.
Her free hand wandered, cupping her breast, plucking at the taut nipple until jolts of sensation arced straight to her core. She pinched harder, arches her back, pressing her breast into her palm. The naughtyicano french Heinz fluid began to spill over her fingers, coating them with slick warmth.
Then, suddenly, a climax slammed into her with the force of a freight train. Her inner walls clenched, rippling with rapture as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She stumbled back and sat heavily on the edge of the bath, her chest heaving, her body trembling in the aftermath of her release. Through the haze of shock and satisfaction, a languorous smile curved her lips. She had done it. She had pleasured herself, touched the heights of rapture and survived the journey relatively unscarred.
But she was far from done. Small aftershocks still quivered beneath her skin, urging her onwards. She rose unsteadily, her legs a little shaky, but her resolve firm. She wanted more, oh so much more.
This time, she decided to indulge her auditory fantasies. Spreading herself on the bed, she let her fingers dance lightly over her overworked clit, circling, flicking, teasing. Her mind began to weave a scenario. She imagined a man, tall and dark and dangerous, stalking towards her with hunger in his eyes. A man with large hands, clever hands that would map every inch of her trembling flesh, that would play her body like an erotic instrument until she was writhing in his grasp.
She pretended that it was his hands caressing her, his finger pumping into her weeping sheath, his mouth suckling at her aching nipple. The scenario was so vivid, so intense, that she could all but feel the scrape of his stubbled jaw against her inner thigh, the press of his muscled body against hers.
He was holding her hips steady as he loomed over her, his velvety shaft poised at her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the promise of possession. With a guttural cry, he thrust deep, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. She screamed, her back arching as pleasure exploded behind her eyes. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with abandon, each drive of his hips sending her careening towards another peak.
Her fingers danced, exciting just as roughly in accordance with her increasingly filthy fantasies. Each stroke of her fingers sent jolts of ecstasy through her trembling body. Over and over, again and again, she careened towards the edge of a chasm of rapture.
It was too much, she couldn’t contain herself for another second. With a wail, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, she came, hard. Her whole body shuddered as spasm after spasm wracked her body. A tide of wetness flooded her thighs, proof of her unhibited passion. She could feel it soaking into the bedspread beneath her, smelling like a bitch in heat.
After long moments, when she’d finally regained control over her shattered senses, she allowed herself a confident smile. Had she known what heights her curiosity could take her to, she would have explored her own body sooner. And now, hopefully, with more people to please the young beauty.
She sauntered off to the kitchen to wipe the last of the feminine juices, grinning from ear to ear as she went. Her skin was flushed with arousal, her hair was wet with sweat from the orgasm and all she could think of was that the next time she will be more confident about getting to know a cock.
