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ingers through the hair above your burning pussy, and caress down the inside of your other thigh with my hand, then take a moment simply to drink in the sight of your body. I stare at you reverently, almost worshiping your prone form from my kneeling position between your legs. I once again lie upon you, and gently nibble your ear lobe. Hearing your gasps and moans I know your mouth is open and slightly parted. I move away from your ears and see your lips, wet and inviting. I let you feel my breath as I hover just above your sensuous mouth. I gently lick your bottom lip from left to right, barely letting the tip of my tongue enter your mouth, wary of any attempt you might make to kiss me. I kiss your upper lip quickly and softly, and as a reward for your patients I kiss it again, this time sucking gently and flicking my tongue across it. Your moans are becoming more frequent and I know you are getting hotter. I almost feel bad for making you this frustrated, but also delight in my tor |