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Bette began to follow with her eyes the path her hand was already doing it.

But she couldn´t resist any longer.

She found my wet hole.

My core.

My folds.

“How?”

She told almost to herself in a small voice, while her face was visiting my hair.

“How I would ever recover from  you, Tina?”Her eyes closed. Pain and desire.

The moment she penetrate me I had to close mine.

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In.

And.

Out.

It was simple, but after her, sex was never the same again.

I held her fingers inside of me.

I recalled her despair:

“Ohhh..T…”

I was moving my body on the rhythm. I was kissing her lightly. But her lips made me want more. I needed to taste her. I needed her other spices.

And I let her know what I wanted…In whispers.

“Bette I need to taste you…”

Her eyes on fire.

I let my body began a serene, but short, journey.

 Her neck.

Chest.

Nipples exploding on my mouth.

Her skin burned in my hands.

Her belly.

I smiled to the view of her bikini mark. I remembered I  caressed imaging her laying on the sunlight. I kissed the mark.

I traced the line of her waist with my fingers.

She opened her legs.

 I made her opened even more.

She was so wet and she was aching for me.

My mouth millimeters away from that fount of life when forever I would want to drink.

My mouth millimeter away from the red plum, with the thigh pulp that I wanted to lick, to suck, to consummate with eyes wide open.

““Oh … babe…. Please…”

…

“Please…”

She begged me. I was breathing hard over her clit.

I released my desire. I freed my sails to her wind.

I let my tongue covered all her pussy. Slowly visiting her despair.

Once.

“Oh…. God….”

My hands helped her to place her right leg on the couch and the left with the feet on the floor. She was fully opened to my eyes and senses.

“Ohhhh…. dear…”

I stroke my tongue inside of her. It slid easily. Bette was more than wet.