Her First Bi Experience

I stand before you
Dressed in black lack,
Garter and stockings.
You beckon me to
Come closer.
You kiss me,
Your tongue probing
My mouth,
My throat.
You move to my shoulders,
Caressing with tender
Touch.
Nibbling with growing
Desire.
My breath catches
As you kneel before me,
Running your finger
Along my inner thigh,
Up and down,
Closer,
Closer
To my mound.
You rid me of my
Stockings, garter,
Slowly,
Sensually.
Your tongue following
Them down
Retracing your finger's
Path.
My body quivers
At your touch.
One finger circling
Circling,
Then entering my
Wet pussy.
Probing,
Probing.
I cry out for
More,
As you massage my
Ass with your other hand,
Flick your tongue
At my bare mound.
Passion rises within me,
Beads of sweat form on
My fiery flesh.
You bring your mouth
To my pussy lips
Suck deeply.
I fall back,
Off-balance.
I'm caught by
Gentle hands, as
Your tongue probes
Deeper,
Deeper
Into my hot, wet
Pussy.
She wraps her arms around
My waist,
Caressing me,
Kissing my neck,
Nibbling my ear.
Her hands stroke
My hips, my belly,
Working their way
Up, beneath the lace,
Soon discarding it.
She takes my breasts in
Soft, smooth hands,
Kneading slowly, gently,
Then with urgency.
She takes my hard nipples
Between two fingers,
Rolling them,
Pinching them.
Oh, the pleasure of the pain!
You plunge deeper,
I tremble with desire.
I come,
Soaking your face.
You lick hungrily.
I come again.
Again.
You stand up,
Kiss me passionately,
Letting me taste my
Sweetness.
Then
You turn toward
Her,
Motion toward my
Dripping pussy.
"Now it's your turn."