I kissed the inside of her thighs, working my way ever closer to her pussy, which looked damp and eager. I moved slowly, savouring the taste and feel of her skin. As I got to her pussy, I flicked the lips lightly with my tongue. Her body shook and she made a groaning sound, deep in her throat. I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down her slit, pressing hard, my right hand on her belly with the thumb against her clit, my lift hand on her arse, my index finger dangerously close to her arsehole. I wanted to press it into there but didn’t want to freak her out.
I made my tongue hard and slid it past her lips, into the depths of her juicy cunt. I lapped at the juices and my thumb started to work overtime. She put her hands on the back of my head, urging me deeper and I tongue fucked her, flicking her clit like it would save our lives.
I slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. Her scent was raw and filled my senses, driving my cock wild. I slid another finger inside her cunt and it went easily, with all of the lubrication. She moaned loudly and I began to massage her swollen clit with my tongue, tasting her musky juice. I slid my tongue up and down her lips, then circled around her clit as my fingers continued to fuck her. Her breathing became ragged as she lifted her legs to part her pussy more and she put her feet on my shoulders. This gave me the ability to slide another finger inside her cunt, her moan this time was one of deep pleasure.
She dug her toes into my shoulder blades and tried to pull me even closer in to her pussy which was now so wet juices actually flowed from her. I slid my fingers out, deciding to finish her off with my tongue. I began massaging her clit with my thumb while I pushed my tongue as deep inside as I could. She moaned constantly now as I fucked her with my tongue, faster and faster until I felt her body began to tremble and she dug her heels into my back and pulled me closer in, mashing my nose up against her clit as she shook violently from the force of her orgasm. Her juices coated my face and dribbled down my chin and her legs rested over my shoulders.
I kept licking and flicking until she asked - begged - me to stop and then I kneeled up between her legs, my cock leaking pre-cum.
It was a glorious day but unfortunately I had some stuff to read through for work. To make my life a little easier, I decided to go to the park to read it, took a bite to eat and a drink and, thankfully, my camera.
Voyeurism is a peculiar thing and according to Wikipedia is "The term comes from the French voyeur, 'one who looks'." Whilst it was once exclusively a sexual idea, now that is being re-drafted in light of TV shows and various other things now, which encourage us to look into other peoples lives."
And now, here are some girls (a lot of whom, it has to be said, were barefoot and that is a fetish of mine) in the park. Which is your favourite - why not let me know at firstname.lastname@example.org
This is Sophie, who was tonight's model at the Photography Group. A very pretty girl, she came with some ideas and was very open to ours too, which is always a killer combination.
She has a great body, does yoga and likes a saucy laugh. In fact, we got talking afterwards and there might be another shoot coming up in the near future! If it turns out well, you'll be the first to see!
Christina & I went to a wedding at the weekend, a friend of hers from work - Calum - was getting hitched to a delightful young lady called Jacqui. I told Christina that I'd be perfectly willing to take some photographs but a pro had already been booked - who recognised me from the Photography Group, where he's an associate member - and he's good. So instead, I had a great day with my love, we ate and drank and danced and made merry and it was a fantastic day.
I did, however, take my camera along and I got some cracking candid shots. See you what think.
I don't know which side of the family this was but fuck me, look at that cleavage!
More cleavage, at the wedding breakfast! These are colleagues of Christina and Jacqui.
The bride's feet
A bridesmaid's French pedicure.
I didn't catch her name but she did say to me "You didn't get the fag in, did you?" That, I thought, is the least of your worries love...