Shelley cried out and clutched the edge of the sofa. The center of her warmth throbbed with the unmistakable ache of a release soon to come. His hands dug deep into her thighs and restrained her from movement while he feasted on her pulsating pearl. At last, Shelley tensed, whimpered, held her breath, and then exploded.
Noisy slurps floated in the air up to Shelley's ear. Frantically, she squirmed in his fierce grip. Wave after wave of sensuous cream flowed from between her swollen lips. She had blown a gust of air before she gave into his probing tongue. She arched her back and tilted her head back.
Shelley felt a wet trail began to roll down her crack. She gasped when Shelley felt his tongue travel the length of her slit and followed the wetness. A new torrent of nectar from inside her body spilled into his open lips. She trembled all over.
"Mmmmm." He groaned.
"Damn" Shelley moaned.
She tried to pull back and sit upright. Mr. Coffee had dug his fingers into her thigh but had not let go of her. Shelley reached out and touched his arm. She wrapped her fingers around his bulging arm.
Mr. Coffee looked up at Shelley. He licked his lips. When he lifted the shot glass of Hennessey to his lips and drank it, she smirked. Mr. Coffee sat the empty glass on the coffee behind him.
Shelley listened curiously when the lens clicked on the table. She watched him quietly. Mr. Coffee said nothing, as he turned back to her, and sucked her puffy button into his mouth. Shelley squealed.
He swabbed his wet tongue from side to side firmly and pushed a single finger against her entrance. Shelley pulled her leg up higher. Mr. Coffee searched his way into tight walls. Slowly, he pumped his finger back and forth and licked her.
"Ed, please" Shelley whimpered.
Shelley shut her eyes and raised a balled fist to her mouth. A thin sheen of sweat had begun to coat her beautiful skin. She used her free hand and caressed her breasts while she bit down on her knuckles. Shelley struggled to suck in short whiffs of air.
She twisted and ground her hips to meet his thrusts from his finger. Her slick walls oiled his digital invasion. The urge to clamp her thighs around his hand nearly overwhelmed her. She jerked her leg. Shelley heard a loud pop when his lips broke its suction from her. His finger remained buried in her warm hole.
"Shelley, please, I have been thinking about doing this since I first saw you. Let me." Ed whispered.
Shelley lowered her legs and pulled back. She reached out and softly stroked his chin and cupped it. Shelley lifted his eyes up to hers and stared into them. She saw the passion ignited and flinched.
A raw flame reflected in the dark pools of his brown eyes. Shelley reeled when the same current from the first time that they had met again. The connection was real and stronger than before. It was a heat that Shelley was not sure that she wanted to deny him any longer. She saw an insatiable lust in his eyes that yearned for the path to sweet release with her.
The feelings that she felt were not ordinary lust for her. Shelley felt hungry, sexy, unstoppable, and out of control, at the same time. Her imagination had consumed her sensibilities and fired all judgments. Her body craved him in ways that she had not known before.
His tongue had coaxed her over the edge, and into a moment of energized ecstasy, once already. Mr. Coffee frowned a little. He wiggled his finger and slipped it deeper inside of her than before. He lowered his eyes, while he looked up at her, and put his lips back down on her plump clit.
Shelley quivered when he removed his finger from her altogether. An ache for some part of him, any part of him, to fill the void arose in her. Her wet, narrow walls pulsated with the need for long and broad strokes from him. Her collective desires melted into a ball of liquid heat that seeped from her pores.
She reached down and grabbed the back of her legs. Shelley hoisted both of her legs up high in the air. Her thick, bald pussy lips glistened with a mixture of her juices and his saliva. She stayed in that position and peeked at him.
Mr. Coffee sprang up on his knees. The room was dim, and Shelley could not see everything clearly from her point. She leaned her head to the side. Shelley heard a soft, but quick whizz come from his direction.
Shelley bit her lip hard when he grasped her calves and pushed her legs back even further. She felt a firm pressure the opening of her small circle. The walls of her body stretched and welcomed the tip of his spear.
She pushed against him. Shelley sucked in a gulp of air when she felt him enter her. She tried to relax, but she clamped down and tightened her dewy hole. She cast her eyes on the shadowed image of their bodies that spread across the far wall.
"Damn girl, you tight as fuck, you gone make me lose my mind in this." He groaned.
Shelley let go of her legs but still held her legs up in the air. She reached down, grasped Mr. Coffee's bare-naked ass, and burrowed her fingers into him. Shelley's thighs quivered when she pulled him forward. She sobbed from unrestrained pleasure when at last he began to stretch into her tightness.
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