She wants you to lick her out
From Torg Adventure
"I can't take it any longer!" my hottie of a stepsister moaned. As I lay there on my back, Traci stood over me on the bed and wiggled out of her black g-string. The view made me wish I had a camera. Traci was tall and leggy, but from this angle her toned calves and firm, pale thighs seemed endless. Except that when my eyes finally did their way to the top, I discovered that Traci was definitely a natural blonde. Her bush was closely trimmed and almost but not quite invisible except from very close. I only got a quick look at her pussy, though, because Traci couldn't hold back for long and started stroking herself with the fingers of one hand. I was mesmerized, but she didn't intend to let me watch.
"We'll have to do a workshop on fingering some other time, Mike. Right now, I need you to think back to what you promised me at dinner, and do exactly that." As she spoke, Traci got down on her knees so her wet snatch was positioned right about my face. Somehow, I wasn't surprised she wanted to stay on top. Knowing she'd be sure to correct my moves if I did anything she didn't like, I dove right in with a mixture of kisses around her pussy lips and licking her clit.
All those lesbian pornos served me well, because Traci's corrections and instructions were a lot less frequent than her moans. This girl was loud! With my head buried in her pussy, inhaling her musky scent, I almost didn't notice that my face was getting soaked with her juices. Traci bounced on top of me as I went to work on her, and when I started to tease her asshole with my fingers, she started grinding into my face so hard I was afraid she'd break my nose. Tasting the tang of Traci's juices, smelling her, feeling the texture of her pussy on my tongue, listing to her loud moans--the only one of my senses that wasn't getting turned on by all this was my sight, because I couldn't see a thing! I had to trust to my tongue to find the right spots, and the arousal in Traci's voice told me when I was doing a good job.
I'm not sure how to tell when a woman has an orgasm--I was sure now that I'd never given one to any of my high school hookups, no matter what they'd said to me--but with the cycle of Traci's moaning and the rhythm of her body grinding against me, I knew she'd come again and again. Finally, she collapsed against me, completely spent. For once, Traci was completely silent, a contented smile on her face. But my boner was raging as never before--the experience of bringing this woman over the edge was basically the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me in my life. Gently, almost fondly, I reminded Traci that so far only one of us had come tonight.
How does Traci respond to your request for a little relief?
