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her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved lower, taking her shorts down with them -- but slowly, teasingly.
I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts, alternating between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which looked like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands had pushed Lisa's shorts below her knees and they fell to the floor. She quickly stepped out of them.
My hands, now free to roam where they would began to lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued to teasingly caress Lisa's lovely tits. Her own hands came up and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more than was necessary, I accepted her offer.
Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me back up.
"Enough," she gasped, her voice husky with her passion, "I don't think I can stand up for much longer."
Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them. My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in front of her face.
Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping -- seemingly measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my maleness.
Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty taste and slimy texture.
"Beautiful," she whispered.
Without another word she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all around to provide a slick coat of saliva.
Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
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