Miriam Experiences a Tit Rub Orgasm (Part 16)

Miriam and Buford get all steamy from reading and Buford fulfils one of his fantasies. Or was it a pair?

 

 

 

I unbutton my blouse while Buford is devouring me with his burning eyes. I take off my see-through bra and get up to remove my jeans. Buford takes off my other shoe then puts his palm over the button and zipper of my jeans, preventing from taking them off. He starts to caress my fingers, which is fun, yet doesn’t make me feel that excited. Not at first at least. But then his kisses turn more sensual and moist. He starts to lick between my fingers as he would be leading the tip of his tongue around my labia. He licks with devotion, while the waves of pleasure begin to rise up all over my body. It feels as the space between my digits and my clitoral hood share a connection in a somewhat arousing way. How interesting.

Buford makes his way up to my arms. He licks the inner and the outer layer both ways with delight, and then nibbles on the outside with sensible might. After he reaches my elbow, he lets his lips slide down onto my flat belly. Then, he draws a line along the ridge of my jeans with his naughty, naughty tongue. I want to slip out of them since I have almost drenched them in my sweet, sweet juices that have found their way through the soft and silky thong. But Buford won’t give in to me, not even for a second. He derails his tongue and takes it on a glide towards my tits. He seems to draw a line over one of the nipples. He slides all the way towards my neck and down again. He makes his journey over my other nipple and doesn't stop until he gets to the ridge of my jeans. There he blows my mind by nibbling softly, which makes me try to break away from what’s still keeping my legs in hiding.

He stops and casts both eyes on me. “I love your tits”, is what he seems to muffle before he grabs me by the hips. He makes his way to the underside of my bosom and covers the surface with a strip that is his tongue. It’s so raw and moist – how gnarly. Occasionally, he takes the tip of his tongue on a ride to the peak of my nipple that had turned stiff. It looks like a private, erect on the top of a hill.

His hands are soft and he doesn’t hesitate to move them all over my excited breasts. Whenever he makes contact with my more-than-ready nipples, I moan with lust. Though his hand has trouble advancing smoothly, he still manages to gain possession of my clit. The moment he makes contact I squirm and moan, but he keeps on going, moistening his fingers inside my sultry, starving crotch. He takes his fingers to his nose and devours the scent of what had before been only my own. With eyes wide shut he breathes in my aroma, smelling of sea breeze. Then he licks his fingers and leads them to my fountain once again. Now, he smears my juices all over my raving nipples while I groan, and twist, and turn – powerless, at the mercy of his masterful hands.

Buford unbuttons his pants and releases his young and rock-hard shaft from the prison that was his boxer shorts. I dart towards it with my lips wide open and taste a drop of his pre-cum. My stony nipple is my means of rubbing something against his standing shaft. Buford takes the initiative again and sets me on the table. He takes his place on a chair and spreads my legs; my jeans still undetached.

He caresses my writhed back and buries his face between my wildly sensitive tits. His kisses feel so light and moist on them, while his fingers glide all over my back, my neck. He runs them through my short and ruffled hair, grabs two handfuls and then pulls my head far back. Now, my tits are wide open for the taking. He goes for them with rowdy lust. He takes his left hand to the right boob and circles it round and round. He grabs the nipple here and there and checks out how hard it is. He sucks the left boob almost dry, encircling the nipple with his lips. Yet, he deprives the nipple of any kind of touch at all though I almost stuff it down his warm and dripping mouth, right in between his shiny teeth...

He picks up the pace and goes ever faster. I can feel the heat waves growing stronger and stronger. They start at my tits, rushing through my body in circles. I came a while ago and the orgasm is still keeping me entwined in sizzling spasms. And even after stroking Bufords starving shaft with a few strokes and after he adorns my red-hot breasts with a pearl necklace made of man juice, I keep on trembling on, and on, and on. 

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