Wild Pleasure With A Huge Clit

“I want,” I said slowly, firmly, “whatever is going to make you come.”
“Oh, baby…” She kissed me some more, a little harder. “Get up on the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate. Txxx Give it to me, baby! Taking a swig directly from the nearly-empty wine bottle. “Oh my God,” I gasped. Oh, don’t ever stop, right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthererightthere ooooohhhhh fffuuuuuuck…!”
Her body shuddered again with another orgasm, and that was enough to trigger a second in me as well. Instinctively I tried moving my hips up into her, but she stopped me. I started… saying things. And so I don’t see any reason why we can’t keep doing it.”
I started to say something, but she cut me off. – and the heady smell assaulted my nostrils. I grinned and got more comfortable, then slipped my arms under and around her thighs. And they were really good curves; she was on her side, facing away from me, and my eyes – shit, they were so dry and itchy! Covered with a blanket, couldn’t see who it was. Oh. …What? I spread my hands on either side of her hips, and pulled the flesh apart with my thumbs. “Oh, my God, Justin, you’ve got no idea what that does to me…”
She’d just sucked me off, so I felt like I had a pretty good idea, actually, but she was moving and moaning in a way to suggest that maybe I didn’t, sliding her body sexily against the sheets and letting out guttural, wordless cries from deep in her throat.