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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
Moraa gives me a heavy-lidded look of lust with her wide bright eyes. Flames of need are crackling under her skin. Her tits shake a little….just a little. I adore them. They are huge, conical and seem to defy gravity. Despite their weight, they effortlessly point forward like Pinnoccio’s nose. I lift up my hands and feel them a little through her coat. She begins rubbing them against my hands and I let her do it for a few seconds before walking my fingers down her abdomen.
Moraa sobs in frustration when I leave her breasts, but she breathes a sigh of relief when I sneak my fingers under her shirt and touch my way to her belly. Her hips arch when I swirl my little finger around her navel and then dip it inside. She lets out a nervous giggle as excitement skitters up her spine. She has never thought of her belly as an erogenous zone, but tonight is the night that she’ll learn things about herself she had never known.
As she’s still enjoying the new found sensation, my fingers abandon her belly and move to her legs. I lift up her skirt slowly. The hem rises steadily; perfectly formed ankles, calves as flawless as a those of a cover girl and lean thighs the color of fresh milk mixed with Peruvian cocoa. I enjoy the view of her maroon panties. There’s a wet patch just where her pussy is, meaning she is flooding up quick.
I haven’t eaten a girl’s pussy in a long time. I am always very choosy when selecting my tongue recipients. Certain conditions have to met first and I even wrote about them a while back. Moraa and I have fucked on three different occasions now and given the number of times she has marvelously sucked my dick, I feel that she has earned a CJ….a good CJ.
I have made her sit on the kitchen counter just next to the sink and I am sitting on a short stool, giving the perfect alignment of my mouth in relation to her vagina.
Feeling my hands on the fabric of her panties, she lifts her pelvis so I can easily tug them past her hips and slide them off her bare legs. I move between her legs then slide downward to kiss her upper thighs and nuzzle her pussy trough the thin, silky material of her panties. She knows why I haven’t just removed her panties right away. I’d told her before, how much loved seeing her in lingerie.
“Unapenda panty yangu?‘ she asks, despite knowing that I do. Her voice is deeper than normal, a little husky.
“Sana.” I tell her.
I can’t help but feel that she’d chosen the maroon just for me. There isn’t much to the material, but she had known I would appreciate it. I prove her right by not taking off the panties at all. I pull the material aside with a finger to expose her vagina. She has a tight, shaved pussy with flat outer lips. Her tender labia majora flows from a prominent, smooth, curvaceous mons pubis. At her slit, there is a faint trace of pink, her inner labia peaking out. I am aroused as never before.
I start licking sparingly. The heat of my mouth torturing her provides just enough insight into what is to come. She bucks against me, unable to control herself. She shakes her head and the curls of her hair fall haphazardly over her face.
I run my tongue across the swollen, pink folds of Moraa’s pubic lips, and savor the taste. She gasps and nearly comes off the kitchen counter. I swear to myself that there isn’t a woman alive who tastes better than Moraa. I mean…it’s not like I’ve stuck my tongue into a lot of women, but Moraa is a real nummy treat. She’s delicious.
She screams and grabs my head as I feast on her delicious vulva. I kiss, I nibble, I engulf, and I linger on the nectar that is secreted from her womanhood, and Moraa responds by spreading her legs wider and unashamedly offering herself up to me.
“Oh, my God, Philip…..Ooh Ph…,” Moraa gasps. She is awfully cute when she fumbles. Her hips lurch and quiver, and her pelvis thrusts itself into my mouth. She completely loses control of her body from the waist down.
Finally, I pause to take off her panties. She shimmies, a time or two to get them to drop to the floor. Seeing them falling makes me feel sad but I am also glad that I now have more space to work my lips.
Moraa opens her mouth to say something. She isn’t even sure what, but the words evaporate when she feels my tongue slithering its way back to her punani..The pointed edge swipes over her clit once more, and her pussy clenches, releasing more of her juices.
“You taste so good,” I rasp before lowering my head once more
Oral 101: When eating a girl’s pussy, it’s a crime not to tell her how sweet she tastes.
She bucks and moans under my ministrations, trying to hold still but unable to do so. Gently squeezing her thighs, I push her legs further apart. Opening her to me, I blow warm air on her vagina.
“Oooh…dear.” Mora coos. I stiffen my tongue in response, using it to part the lips partially shielding her clit. I treat the needy bud to a long, wet lick that has her crushing her labia hard against my face.
I lave her clit, and then I press a finger into her passage. I don’t shove or thrust too hard. I ease my way in. Pumping my finger in and out until I can go no further. When I push back in, her sensitive, delicate, wet tissues open even more, and she realizes I am inserting two fingers.
Sweat breaks out at the base of her spine and along her hairline. Her skin feels too tight as her clit swells and strains between my rapidly stroking tongue. Her gaze bounces between her pussy and the ceiling,, moving in heated synchronicity. The pleasure builds, builds, builds and flies off into space.
Moraa begins gasping for breath and whimpering as I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of her punani. Her internal walls clench spasmodically, and more of her cream weeps from her vagina. My tongue jumps back into the action, to lick the top part of her pussy as my fingers continue thrusting. The sensation of having two fingers and a tongue pleasuring her is so exquisite, it is almost overwhelming.
Pleasurable sensations ripple through her, making all the muscles in her body tense up. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and the walls of her vagina begin to coil. Her womb feels heavy, and heat travels over her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Moraa is combusting and I am loving what I am doing to her.
I give her a triple-threat thrust for about three minutes and that is all it takes. She explodes, digging her fingernails into my scalp. Opening her mouth, she screams as she reaches nirvana. Her body quakes and trembles as her cunt clenches and releases around my fingers. She utterly loses the ability to communicate verbally and is reduced to making vowel sounds as her sex spasms and she pants uncontrollably.
Moraa thinks I’ll give her a break but I don’t. I bury my head on her cunt once more. I lick and suck and give her a light scrape of my teeth…..just light enough that it doesn’t hurt. All the while she whimpers and cries out, each moan going straight to my Luhya manhood and hardening it even further. I revel in every bit of her as I pull back the hood of her clit. That pearl is engorged and desperate, ready to go off at the slightest sensation.
“Aki…Philip…Please. Please, Please.”
“Talk to me…..”
“Please make love to me, Philip…….I want your big Luhya dick now ”
“Now go a little dirtier for me.” I tease her.
“Please, beby…..bless me with your big thick cock. Make me your little slut.”
“No yet, princess.” I tease her even further, after making her beg. She scrunches the sexiest little worry lines along her forehead. I just couldn’t resist thinking about pulling a total mind fuck on her. I pull her clit between my teeth and I am rewarded with a thunderous moan that just might have the neighbours storming the house to check what’s up. She cries out my name as I draw out her pleasure. Her legs shake and spasm and by the time I lift my head, her whole body is trembling.
A sensory overload conquers her. Every muscle tingles and quakes throughout her pelvis. She squeezes her hands into fists, trying to grab onto something but there’s nothing. She has gone from zero to eighty like a sports car.
My tongue flicks against her slit and she screams, trying to clamp her legs together but unable to move. Her torso lifts off the counter, then slams back down as she contorts and twitches at the excessive pleasure coming her way.
Moraa screams again. “Yes! Please! Yaaaas!….Grrr….Ssssfff….Don’t stop! Please!”
When I take her swollen clit between my lips and pull again, she lets out the loudest, shrillest scream yet. Dear God. Could the neighbors hear? Highly unlikely. The house is too big and the walls are too thick. But even if they did. Who cares?
“Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit, usiache….endelea!” Her shoulders and hips buck in alternating rhythm as she catapults through the air then comes shattering to hard surface again. She gasps, sucking air into her lungs, panting like a dog on a sweltering day in the desert.
Moraa tries so hard to evade the assault on her tender flesh, but there is nowhere to go. I turn up the speed of tongue flicks and she hurtles over at last.
“I’m coming! Oh, my God! No. Yes!” She grabs my head tight and pours volumes of liquid, then collapses on me like a puppet whose strings have been cut.
After regaining her breath, she brings her body back up again.
Moraa sits there, her eyes half closed, her body utterly spent. Except for the rapid, shallow respiration, she is motionless. She isn’t thinking about anything now. She is mine, body and soul, in that moment, and all I have to do right now is give her the cock.
I fish a pack of condoms out of my coar. The minute I walked into the kitchen, I’d known this would happen.
I had prepared. She wanted to make a meal for us first after before we did anything. We had just arrived at the house after attending a jazz music event in Kilimani on Monday night. We first met at a corporate event and events had become our thing ever since. Lately, she had made a habit of inviting me to these high end functions/concerts and even though some were boring, I kept on going because I knew we were going to fuck right after. There was no question about it.
Normally, I don’t stick to a girl for long but Moraa is uniquely hot and I am not getting enough of that ass.
Anyway, so when we arrived at my place, still in her official attire, she had called me in the kitchen to show her where the sufuria scrubber was so that she could wash my utensils. But I had other plans. I was more hungry for her than I was for food. Before she knew it, I was placing her on the counter and eating her pussy. ….
So far, so good………I think I have given her enough tongue.
Now I am ready to fuck her.
I stand up…frantic with desire. Trapped by the fabric of my trousers, my dick has grown straight upwards to the waistband, clearly outlined and beyond my control. Moraa giggles a bit, grunts with excitement, grabs me by the buckle of my belt, and pulls me in. She then begins undressing me.
I am super psyched and I planning to bang her till late in the night. She has no idea. By the time I am done, I would have used every surface and room in this house. There wouldn’t be a single inch of this space that wouldn’t remind her of what it felt like to have me inside her.
Let the next phase of feasting begin….
